Continuation of Prompt 8.
A/N: I'm having like a RDJ palooza at my house. I now own Only You, The Soloist, Chances Are, The Shaggy Dog, both Iron Mans, and the first Sherlock. Gotta get U.S. Marshals. Wow. Why does he play the bad guy so often?
To answer a question I got from a reviewer: Yes, the Raymond-Randall-Robert thing was on purpose :D how could you tell?
This is the third little chapter for this mini-series. I said there would be only three, but I'm pretty sure there will be at least (at least) one more. Maybe two… IDK, yet. Depends on if you guys wanna hear it.
Disclaimer: (Tony talking to you) No! She doesn't own Iron Man! What would give you that idea?
Bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
So, you're Iron Man, but you're not stealthy? What is up with that?
But really, how stealthy can I be when I'm sitting out in the open…
Alright, it's good. She looked away.
Let's see… about that microwave. I'll have to install a freezer too, or I'll have to walk down to the kitchen every time I want fish sticks. And then that would defeat the purpose of having a microwave in my closet.
Would Pepper be mad if I got rid of my suits? I think she might be. Maybe I shouldn't downsize the clo-…
Nope. That's bad too.
Just shake your head Stark. Say no. Does she really have that kind of power over me?
No Pepper, I will not follow you to wherever it is your wanting me to go. Quit beckoning me over with your index finger. I will not be joining you in that hallway. Even if you are taking time out of your… plans to do it.
What does she want anyway?
Get up and push the chair in.
Don't trip over someone while your walking (faster than you should be) over there.
Don't glare at her dat- the person she made plans with.
"What do you want Miss Potts?"
"What are you doing here Tony?"
Ooh, angry eyes. And whisper yelling.
"Eating dinner."
"Oh really?" She just cocked her eyebrow. Ya know, my mom couldn't do that.
"Yes, really. My shrimp should be here soon." Check your watch.
I'm cool enough to do that.
"Tony, you don't eat shrimp."
Ouch. I've been caught.
"Well, I do now."
I really like this dress she has on. Black. Small. Does she really have her clutch? Why didn't she leave it at the table?
"I would love to see you choke down every little bite that you ordered."
"You can't, I got it to go." This is a very nice little hallway…
"So, your sticking to just 'eating dinner'?"
"Yup. What about you Potts?"
"If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my friend."
"Oh, yes, your "friend." Tell me, what's his name again?"
"Robert Dowling."
"Is he that actor guy? He did that Sherlock movie?" She's close enough for me to smell her perfume. Hey! I bought her that!
"No, that's Robert Downey Jr."
"Well then, I've never heard of him." Now the name doesn't ring a bell anywhere.
"You wouldn't have. He's an old college friend who's in town."
"Really? And what does he do Miss Potts?" General curiosity. And two can play at the whispering game. Does she really not notice how close I am to her?
"He works on Wall Street." Miss Matter-of-fact says.
"Ah. Accountant." Wonderful. (Do you hear my sarcasm?)
"Mmm-hmm. Now, go home."
"As soon as I get my shrimp." I hate shrimp.
"You don't eat shrimp."
"Have a nice night Potts. Work, first thing tomorrow." Wink.
Did she blush?
Yes. She did.
Valet.
That's what it was! The guy who parks your car is the valet!
When I go back to my table, a bag is sitting there with the check on top, all ready for me to go. Nonetheless, I sit.
Mr. Robert is on his phone when Pep comes back to the table.
Why does she look sad?
Just get up and leave Stark. So I do.
But not before my stupid, wandering eyes catch her kissing him on the cheek.
Are they leaving too?
She kissed him. On the cheek.
Take the bag of food that you're not going to eat, pay for it and leave in your Mustang.
Okay. I can do that.
"Did you see Miss Potts at Destino, sir?" Jarvis. The first thing out of his speakers.
"Yes," throw my suit jacket on the couch, "she was on a date with Robert Downey Jr."
When were there so many stairs up to my bedroom?
"Excuse me sir, but I don't believe that is completely possible."
Shoes off. Bow-tie off. Belt off. I'm not even going to bother changing out of this. I'm going to sleep now.
"Pepper was out with Robert Downey Jr. and he's an accountant in New York."
"Sir, I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."
"Forget it Jarvis."
"As you wish. Goodnight Mr. Stark."
"Goodnight, and power down."
I've got to leave in four hours to fight terrorists.
So here's the major question: Nap, or microwave closet?
Closet. Definitely.
Shrimp. Eeww. Did I leave that in the car?
Crap.
Stupid shrimp going to stink up my car.
Stupid Pepper about being right about me not eating shrimp.
Stupid Robert Downey Jr.
Okay, so, Tony forgot the name of Pepper's friend and is calling him Mr. Downey Jr. :D Jarvis is completely confused. Review please!