A/N: I'm English, so I have little knowledge of the Superbowl and when it occurs, so if I've got it wrong please feel free to let me know...other that that I hope you enjoy :)

The last job that Tony had asked her to do before clocking off as his assistant for the day had been to retrieve the beers which were supposedly on the middle shelf in the fridge hidden behind all of the 'green crap' she insisted on buying.

It was true to say that Tony usually didn't indulge in what he often referred to as 'the poor man's drink' thanks to his love of the finer things and to the fact that he could afford them. But then once every year, with Rhodey, and sometimes Pepper depending on her plans, he would give up on the something-year-old scotch and be contented to just sit back and drink beer like the average America Joe and watch the Super bowl.

And so that left her here rummaging through the fridge trying to locate beers that were probably left-over's from last year and clearly not there.

Pepper was about to give up on her quest for the alcoholic beverage that was so desperately vital for the game when she noticed heat radiating behind her, her eyes wide as she realized that her boss, at least for the next five minutes or so, was standing right behind her, dangerously invading her personal space.

"How long does it take you to find a few beers Pep?" he asked, before pressing himself against her backside, she gave a small squeak as a hand feel neatly on her waist, the other slowly brushing past her head and knocking food items around on the top shelf.

Tony reached deeper into the fridge, pressing himself even closer against her, forcing her to fall further forward into the cold, very cold, kitchen appliance.

Her face burnt and her eyes were wide, she could feel ever inch of him from the waist down, and it was fantastic, her face flushed even more when she heard footsteps enter into the kitchen and a very startled yet highly amused gasp coming from Col. James Rhodes.

"Whoa, sorry...am I interrupting? 'Cause I can leave end maybe come back later when you're done." He threw a thumb over his shoulder indicating to the door, he knew Pepper was probably frowning at him into the fridge, his eyes shone with amusement.

"Nope, you're not interrupting," Tony said in a matter-of-fact tone, the sound of bottles clattering together sounding in her ears, "'Side's if we were doing something, don't you think I'd have Jarvis lock you out?" he moved away from her and placed the beers on the counter and pulled one from the box, twisting the cap off before throwing it on to the aluminium surface.

She stood up and straightened out her skirt, shooting evil glances between the two men who seemed to be laughing at her expense.

Tony had made her flustered, and they were enjoying every minute of it.

Pepper looked at her boss and scowled at him, he held up his hands in the typical 'wasn't me' fashion and stared at her, "What!" he cried, a smirk tainting his lips, a smirk she desperately wanted to wipe off his face.

She thrust her chin high in the air, hissing 'I hate you' as she grabbed a beer and sauntered out of the room, no doubt planting herself in the best seat ready for the big game.

The two men looked at each other and laughed, "You are one crafty bastard." Rhodes said pointing a finger at him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Platypus..." Tony said pulling another beer from the container and handing it to Rhodes.

"Uh, yes you do, you totally planned that," he said hitting Tonys upper arm, Tony feigned pain and took a swig of his beer, smirking around its neck, "Pervert."

"You wouldn't have me any other way." He said in a friendly tone, slapping Rhodey on the back, the other man laughed knowing that Tony was right, flustering Pepper Potts was fun, and no-one could do it better than Tony.

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