In honour of John Travolta being amazing. Short and crap but I couldn't help it.
Cold
Pepper was rudely awoken the morning after a fabulous night's sleep to the sound of Tony laughing. Cackling was more accurate. She'd never heard a noise like that come out of his mouth before. Puzzled, she got out of bed and grabbed her robe, heading to the source of the noise – the lounge. There Tony sat, bent double on the couch, howling as John Travolta's face was paused on his laptop.
Pepper couldn't help but smile as she approached, giving him a curious look. "Is that from the Oscars?" she asked as Tony wiped tears from his eyes. He nodded and took a deep breath.
"We left too early." He gasped before dissolving into a fit of giggles again. "Adele Dazeem!"