#doneowingdebts

Pepper never thought one day she would be punching a sandbag with all her force. She hated sweat, but right now her face glistened with the shimmering liquid. Her usually professional attire was replaced with black yoga pants and a sports bra, her strawberry blonde locks tied back.

Her fate has been changed more than most. First an accountant at Stark Industries, a woman who had a sharp skill with money and math. She caught an error one day and after a bluff with pepper spray became Tony Stark’s personal assistant. She soon became CEO of Stark Industries, which felt like she became queen of an emperior. She has since resigned her position to become a co polite of the Iron Jaeger.

She wasn’t a hero. Tony always constantly tears at himself, claiming he was only a fragile man underneath the Iron. He confessed his darkest secrets to her. He blames himself for so much. He didn’t take the title of Hero, at least not with full honesty. She saw through his act more so than anyone else could imagine.

Pepper held an even bigger façade. She felt out of place there standing among the others. She was a business woman, not a pilot. She did notice however when she suited up, when she was in the Jaeger, her insecurities were left behind. Maybe that’s why she was so compatible with Tony. Maybe he did the same thing.

She heard the door and turned, a smile on her face. Leaning over she picked up her bottle of water, smiling politely as she took a well deserving sip.

She does not have much to take. The clothes on her back and a small amount of food she had managed to take from dinner, are all she has as she made her way along the darkened corridors, pressed to walls where she'd known there were blind spots of the cameras and no guards on patrol. 

Put “Pretty Please” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-40 and see what prompt we get! Mixture of angst, silly, romantic, and NSFW prompts.

20. Your muse shows up on my muse’s doorstep late at night, wet, feverish, and covered in blood.

It was late, Peggy was awake only because she couldn’t sleep. She had a hard time falling asleep since coming out of stasis. But the one thing she hadn’t been expecting- the one thing she never really expected.. ever, was a knock on her door. Especially given the late, or rather early hour.

               [ he's taunting. the knife spinning                somewhat oddly in his hand. she                didn't have to use weapons of                higher caliber, she was good                enough with her hand]