AN: I'm evil- so I'm going to have SO MUCH sexual tension -and interrupted moments ;)-, it's gonna be hilarious. For me. Not Pepper-and-Tony-from-this-fic's-canon. Mwahahahaha! PM and review, all. -M

'So.' Pepper thought as she stood there a bit awkwardly.

'So...' Tony thought as he stood there even more awkwardly.

Pepper was beginning to wish for something to murder herself with when Tony (as expected) finally broke the -incredibly awkward- silence.

"Is it just me or did this just get a fuckload more awkward? Because it isn't every day you meet your soulmate, they threaten to murder you, and you stand there like middleschoolers."

As expected, Tony had bluntly pointed out the obvious.

Pepper shook her head disapprovingly.

"Language."

Tony resisted the urge to duck his head sheepishly.

He was Tony Fucking Stark for Chrissakes!

Fucking Iron Man.

Dammit, why was it always him who attracted the ridiculously hot, potentially deadly females?

First Natasha, then this.

He was screwed.

Probably not literally.

Tony pouted.

AN: I'm sorry! I wanted to make this chappie longer. It just wouldn't get any longer. It REFUSED. Sorry! Review and PM me! -M