"Tony? I'm over here."
"Hm?" Snapping out of his haze, the man of iron blinked at his assistant-turned-girlfriend before realizing where his thoughts had been. "Sorry Pep. Long day," he offered as explanation.
Pepper rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, arms folded over her chest and legs crossed tightly. "It's always a long day for you, Tony; you never sleep. And your head's still on that helicarrier, admit it."
He raised a hand to his forehead and sighed, "I'm sorry, Pep-"
"He's not on that helicarrier, though," Pepper interrupted. "You know that."
Tony gritted his teeth. He had known that one was coming. "I know."
"So go. You can fly. We're only a two minute trip away."
"Pepper-"
"Anthony Edward Stark, you put that suit on and get out of here." Expression softening, Pepper smiled and added, "And tell him I said hi."
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The suit folded itself off him easily, packing itself away, neatly, in the form of a briefcase. Tony crossed the dimly-lit room and found himself burying his hands in sweat-soaked blond hair.
"My girlfriend broke up with me, I've been kicked out of my own tower, and I was told to tell you hi."
Baby blue eyes smiled down at him and rough, soldier's hands came to rest on his hips. Frowning as though gripped by inner turmoil, Captain Steve Rogers searched his visitor's dark brown eyes. Then the corners of his mouth quirked up in a grin.
He lowered his head, touching his forehead to Tony's, and replied simply, "Hi," before softly pressing his lips against those of his companion.