Forgive me for how much this sucks. It was like, 2am, and I decided I needed to write a segment. Apologies for any Steve/Pepper Shippers!


"Whose idea was this?" Steve asked, flinching as something dark and shadowy made it's way onto the screen.

Pepper looked up, "Uh, Clint's, I think." She said, glancing at the screen, "Ugh, he has terrible taste."

"And then doesn't even stick around to watch it." Steve sighed, turning away from the screen as someone in the movie started screaming. He tried not to admit that he was…well, scared, in all honesty, but Pepper seemed to know.

"We don't have to watch it, you know." She told him, getting up from the armchair and joining him on the sofa. She puts a hand gently on Steve's arm, and feels him flinch a moment later at something on the screen.

"Jarvis," She said calmly, "Turn it off." The screen goes blank, and the room is suddenly silent. "steve?" She asked gently, "Steve, are you alright?"

He didn't respond, and Pepper was left feeling quietly useless, kneeling on the sofa next to him, a hand on his arm.