"Sir, Miss Potts wants to inform you that dinner is ready." JARVIS's voice rang from the ceiling. "Also, she wished for me to tell you that if you don't, quote, "Get up here in five minutes I swear I will throw away your entire Black Sabbath record collection." and then some more along those lines, sir."
Tony wiped his grease smudged hands on a stained rag, sliding out from under a sports car he was modifying.
"Tell her I'll be right up." he sighed, making his way to the shiny, chrome elevator and pressing the button next to the floor number the kitchen was located on.
"What's for dinner, Pep?" Tony called as he entered the kitchen, seeing none of the other Avengers had arrived yet. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek as he made his way to the sink to wash his hands.
Pepper leaned on the counter next to him, dressed in a smart white blouse and navy pencil skirt. The diamond ring on her left hand glittered in the kitchen light, making Tony internally smile. He had proposed two months ago and she had said yes (not like Tony expected her to refuse. It was him they were talking about).
Since then, the news of their engagement had been plastered over the news and tabloids. Not that he minded. The world needed to know that he was the luckiest man alive, even if some sketchy magazines claimed Pepper was an alien that had taken the place of the real Miss Potts after Tony had flown through the portal into space during the Battle of New York.
"You'll never believe this." she smirked, walking to the oven as the timer dinged and pulling out a pepperoni pizza, followed by two more which she placed in the center of the table. Making her way back to the counter, she picked up an empty, red cardboard box that had once contained one of the frozen pizzas, showing it to her fiancé.
"Pepperony pizza?" Stark asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked at the cartoon image of Ironman brandishing a "pepperony" pizza in one hand, the other arm wrapped around a cartoon Pepper.
The timer on the other oven chimed again and Pepper handed Tony the box, pulling out three more cheese pizzas from the oven and placing them beside the others on the table. Without a word, she handed another box to Tony, this one blue with lightning bolts scattered across it.
"Thor Cheese Pizza? Made with four cheeses?" he exclaimed incredulously, examining the drawn image of Thor raising Mjolnir to the sky, his cape flowing as in the other hand he was balancing a cheese pizza.
"What will they think of next?" the billionaire asked, his voice full of dry humor as he placed the boxes on the table. "The Hulk pizza with all of the toppings?"
"Oh, they had those." Pepper said, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. "But they were sold out; a woman in front of me bought the last two."
The team converged in the kitchen, drawn by the mouth-watering aroma of pizza.
"Man of Iron." Thor boomed, picking up the pizza box with his image on it curiously. "Why would someone create a pizza with my namesake?"
"Because apparently the public likes ya, big fella. They've been naming food after us." he replied, sitting down at his place at the table.
Clint looked at the Ironman pizza box, smirking. "I knew they'd find a good use for your ship name."
Steve looked confused, his eyebrows drawing together in bewilderment. "A...ship name?"
"It's when two people are dating and they combine their names." Banner said as he sat at the table. "For instance," he motioned to Clint and Natasha. "Clintasha."
"I prefer BlackHawk." Natasha commented. "I think it's cooler."
Eventually, everyone was settled at the table and had piled their plate with their desired choice of pizza when Thor raised his Coke can.
"I declare a toast!" He rumbled. "To Pepperony!"
"Wait." Clint interjected, his mouth full of pizza. Natasha rolled her eyes at his lack of manners. "To Tony and Pepper or the pizza because this is pretty dang good."
"Why not both?" Steve said.
Tony shrugged, raising his drink. "Let's do it."
"To Pepperony!" everyone cheered, clinking their water bottles or soda cans together.
"Y'know, Pep." Tony said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "I think I know what we're serving at the wedding reception."
"And what's that?" inquired Pepper, already having an inkling of what he was going to say.
Stark grinned. "Pepperony pizza."
And they did.