Tony was minding his own business. In his basement, working on his suit, continuing his never-ending quest to protect the world from evil, and then Pepper marched downstairs like she owned the place- which she sort of did now that they were engaged but whatever- and had the unmitigated gall to derail his train of thought by turning off his music!

Without the shredding guitar riffs and primal drum beats, his workshop felt small and empty. Pepper's heels clicked on solid concrete, but as sexy as those stilettos were, this was not 'Tony and Pepper crazy love time', it was 'Tony working alone by himself with music loud enough to make your chest hurt' time.

"You know, Pep, sometimes I think you spend too much of your free time watching All My Children," Tony said, dropping his soldering gun on a table crowded with fifty more tools. "I don't shut the TV off on you, though."

"Tony, you handed Stark Industries over to me almost seven years ago."

"That I did," Tony said, "and you're reminding me because…"

"Because you seem to have forgotten how difficult running a multi-billion dollar company is," she was using her low, dangerous voice. 'Have fun sleeping on the couch until the sun blinks out,' it said. "I have a mountain of paperwork to get through today, and I bring it home with me so I don't have to sleep in my office."

"Which I appreciate more than you know."

"Oh, I think I could know a little more. You have that noise blasting so loud I can hear it from upstairs."

Tony furrowed his brow. "That sounds wrong. Need to reinforce the walls again."

"You could also lower the volume," Pepper seethed. Her face was redder than her hair. "Or if you have to blast music, maybe try some easy listening."

Tony gasped, for never in his life had a more appalling suggestion been made in his presence. "My playlist is made up of only the greatest classics of our modern musical age. Comparatively, let's see what you listen to."

And just like that, all of Pepper's anger melted away, replaced with fear and preemptive mortification which he'd surely pay for later. Again, the couch…

"Tony, don't-"

"FRIDAY, pull up Pepper's itunes library and let's see what we've got."

"Sure thing, boss."

"FRIDAY, don't you dare!"

It was far too late. The great thing about AIs running your home was how speedy and efficient they were. The instant the command was out of his mouth, all twenty-two hundred of Pepper Potts's favorite songs were on screen, lined up alphabetically by artist name. Tony whistled.

"That's a lot of Backstreet Boys."

"Tony, shut that off!" Pepper tried to cover his view with her body, but as tall as those heels were, they didn't have flight boosters.

"Why are you embarrassed? Those guys owned the nineties. It's completely reasonable and logical for you to be a fan..

"Tony…"

"And a Britney Spears fan, too. Oh wow, you even have b-sides and unreleased songs."

"Tony!"

"Let's go a little further down the list, FRIDAY." He watched the many names flash from Bs to Cs. Halfway through the Cs, Tony threw up a hand. "Stop. That's that song I heard everywhere in 2014, isn't it? Rather something or other. That's a good song."

"Tony, if I promise never to complain about your music again, will you stop?" Pepper was practically begging, and he would've done anything she asked based on that alone.

"On one condition," he said.

"What condition?" she asked apprehensively.

Tony paused for dramatic effect, and then he pointed for dramatic effect. He was feeling dramatic today. "FRIDAY, play."

The song's melodious strings filtered through the speakers. Tony took Pepper by the hand, leading her away from the clutter to a clean patch of floor perfect for dancing.

"Are you kidding me?" Pepper shook her head as Tony took the lead. "Tony, this isn't exactly a slow dance kind of song."

"So what? It's not like we're in public. We are alone except for robots and I promise I'll have FRIDAY delete all the footage before it hits youtube."

"Tony…"

"That time I was kidding."

They moved completely out of sync with the up-tempo pop beats, but if either of them cared, they'd never voice it. Pepper's body fit perfectly against his like they were two halves becoming whole again. He'd have to disagree with her about this song not being appropriate. Listening to the lyrics, it made all the sense in the world to him.

'When I am with you there's no place I'd rather be.'

A/N: Hope that wasn't too sappy for you guys.