Last Tango, Then Paris
A Tony & Pepper Fan Fiction
Pepper Potts sat on the long white leather sofa in Tony's living room. The sun had long since set casting the room in a ghostly light from the full moon. Her position on the couch was unmoving as her eyes were fixed to the screen and tears were silently streaming down her face. Watching and replaying the images on the flat screen Pepper had yet to come to terms with the scene before her eyes. The growing pain in the heart had finally broken out and she let out a cry of despair and sank into the cool leather. The sobs continued to pour out of her with an unstopping force and after what seemed like hours a pair of hands warm and strong hands found her shoulders and lifted her back into a sitting position.
"He's really gone isn't he?" She asked in a small voice afraid to hear the answer. "Is he really dead?" She looked deep into his eyes trying to see the truth. He sat down next to her holding her smaller hand in his.
"Pepper, I don't know."
"But Tony, he was shot! He's Chuck Bass, not Iron Man! He can't be dead! What about Blair? And the engagement ring? He loves her so much! He can't be dead!" Pepper wailed into Tony's chest, the distance between them was gapped due to the size of Pepper's very pregnant belly.
"I'm gonna kill these writers," Tony growled as he rubbed soothing circles on Pepper's back trying to calm down his overly hormonal wife.