In Which Pepper Potts Is A Saint
It was official to Steve. Tony Stark was insane. He watched as the grown man paraded around in makeup, full smokey eye, with bright red lips that contrasted with his bread horribly. He stumbled around in a pair of heels, his bright gold dress. He batted his long, artificial lashes, and puckered his lips at him, and Steve froze.
"Come around here often solider boy?"he said, leaning against the wall, trying to smile sultry, but coming off pained.
"I..."he tried to speak, but really, he had no words to whatever the hell was occurring in front of him.
"I need a big strong man like you to give me some loving."he said, and winked. Steve stepped back eyes wide and frankly terrified and concerned.
"Stark are you drunk?!" he asked, half pleading, half annoyed.
"Drunk on you baby."
A shocked gasped echoed around the room, and both the men turned to see Darcy Lewis and Pepper Potts staring at them. Pepper looked composed and lifted her brows. Darcy looked horrified.
"Oh my God you did it. Oh my God."said the young woman, backing away. Looking at Steve aghast as if it was all her fault.
"You promised me when I'd dress in drag and flirted with Mr. Pole-In-Ass that you would kill the monster you keep as a pet. Now kill it."he said firmly, crossing his arms.
Pepper gave a long suffering sigh, and Darcy still stared at her Boss as if he had grown two heads. To Steve it felt as if he had at least six.
"I never said that seriously! And I'm NOT KILLING Keptin because you're a immature idiot."hissed the handler, and with an apologetic look shot towards him, she stormed out.
"JUST KILL IT ALREADY!"called out Tony, running after her, his heels clicking loudly against the marble floors.
Steve decided then and there that he could never unsee that scene. And he looked at Pepper Potts in both awe and pity. Any woman that could handle that man was a saint and a force of nature. She looked at him, and something in her calm, slivery eyes seemed to agree with him.
"I'm having you cannonized."he said, and with that he walked out, intent on watching hours of television to kill his brain cells and forget that had ever happened.