Virginia "Pepper" Potts was probably one of the coolest women alive. She didn't just break the glass ceiling when she became CEO of Stark Enterprises, no, she pissed all over the shattered pieces afterwards. When everyone doubted her ability to keep the company afloat after Tony Stark's less then ideal leadership she persevered. She has without doubt proven herself to be one of the most competent people in the world.
So why was she stumbling all over her words now?
"Well, you see, Tony - the other Tony - is running a bit late. And he's very, very sorry about that," Pepper all but sputtered out.
I blinked. "Oh. Okay."
I shifted my weight nervously. According to my social worker Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts were going to greet me directly upon arrival. As of right now I'd been in the tower for more than twenty minutes and Pepper had just entered the lounge looking extremely frazzled. And she was alone.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Garcia," Pepper continued. "Do you want anything while you wait? Coffee, water, a soda? Anything and we'll have it here in a heartbeat!"
The strawberry blonde held an all too familiar look of pity in her eyes. The look that people usually gave me when they found out that I was a foster kid. I guess that it's the same look people give children of dead-beat parents then. Though I suppose that I can't really call Mr. Stark dead-beat. I mean, I still haven't met him. And it would be super unfair of me to call a man who up until three weeks ago didn't even know he had a daughter dead-beat. He might just be stuck in traffic for all I know.
Or he might just not want to see you.
Wow, thanks for that brain.
"Ms. Garcia?"
"Oh, uh, Toni please. And water is fine. Thanks."
A small smile settled on Ms. Pott's face. "I'll be right back with a bottle then, Toni."
Pepper made her way out of the lounge and disappeared into the elevator.
I sat myself down on the same spot I had been sitting in before Pepper appeared, ridiculously mindful of not touching more furniture than I had to. As if my poor-ness would stink up this entire space. I looked around and took in the sheer extravagance of the room.
Was that an actual fountain?
AN: Pepper is such a power house. I love it. Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it.
