Desserts
"Ms. Potts?" Natasha asked, entering Pepper's office. Still Pepper's office, not Tony's, because Tony wouldn't sign the stupid paperwork, wouldn't take his company back.
"Yes Nat- Natalie," Pepper stuttered, looking up from the paperwork she wanted nothing to do with. Somehow, this had all been easier before, when she wasn't the CEO, when she did all the work anyway, but signed Tony's name. Somehow that had been easier.
"He told you, didn't he?" Natalie asked.
"Please don't kill him," Pepper begged, rising to her feet.
"I won't kill him," Natasha said. "I'll make him wish he was dead, but I won't kill him."
"I'm sure he'll appreciate that. He's very fond of himself."
"Yes, I have noticed that."
"So, what can I do for you, Ms. Rushman?"
Natasha smiled. "I'm leaving," she said. "My job is done here. I came to say goodbye."
"Oh." Pepper frowned slightly. "I guess… goodbye then."
"Yeah," Natasha smiled slightly. She turned to leave, then paused, and turned back. "There's this little French bakery that just opened a few blocks away."
"Oh, I've been dying to try their pastries, but I've been so busy."
Natasha nodded. "I was thinking of stopping there on my way out. Think you could play hookie for an hour?"
Pepper bit her lower lip and smiled. "Yeah, I think I can do that."