Burger King and Extra Olives, Please
"… Another woman was assaulted and murdered in Bunker Hill earlier today. The woman, identified as Cynthia Browne, was found brutalized in an alley. The LAPD has already begun its investigation of her murder, as well as the deaths of three other women. No suspects have been found as of this point, but Chief of Police William Bratton has issued a statement…"
She could not watch the anchorwoman, not when the man seated beside her was being so damn distracting. And she couldn't really blame him, especially not when she felt the same as he.
"I know it's awful, Tony, and I know you want to help… but for once, please let the police do their job," she murmured as he stretched his arms as if to relieve some incredible urge; even underneath the long sleeve shirt he wore, she could detect tension ripple and release through his muscles.
He snorted. "By the time they leave the Dunkin Donuts, another woman will be dead."
"That's a rather pessimistic view."
"It's a realistic view, Pepper."
Still, something in his eyes softened as he looked at her, and it took all of her strength to keep the blush that threatened to show itself from flooding her fair cheeks.
"I'll let the Man stick it to this bastard, if that would make you feel better."
It was times like these that reminded Pepper that while Tony Stark was physically the same man who she had worked for from the time she was 19, this Tony Stark was… a different man. A serious man. A caring man.
"It does, a little."
"I'm glad." He smiled and changed the channel. "How about a movie? I mean, if we're going to feign ignorance, we might as well go all the way."