She knows they're not perfect.
She knows it when he leaves without telling her, when he comes home, battered and bruised, or when he doesn't come home at all.
She knows it when she wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in cold sweat, when he cries into her shoulder like a child, haunted by his own ghosts.
She knows it when she throws another half-finished letter in the shredder, in which she tells him she quits, when her mascara is stained and the bags under her eyes can't be covered anymore.
She knows it when he doesn't eat, or sleep, or even comes out of the workshop for days, and he won't listen.
But sometimes, when it's all stocking clad legs with high heels wrapped around him and the taste of ridiculously expensive scotch and the smell of cigars, when she gets so completely lost in him she forgets her own name, and whispered promises by arc reactor light and soft kisses in golden hair
That's when she knows that maybe, in their own way, they are perfect after all.
So this is my very first published fanfic. I wrote it for a friend who loves Pepperony just as much as me (Nanette, this one's for you)
Please leave a review or anything 'cause I've never done this before :3 thanks for reading :))