Morning at work, Robert sits down at his desk, noticeably tired and with darker bags under his eyes. An exhausted Deadlock comes up beside him, placing one of the two cups of coffee she was holding onto his desk.
āSugar?ā Robert asks.
āMhm.ā Deadlock simply replied, about to lift her hand up to her own cup. Robert smoothly pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the back it.
āThanks, you always seem to read my mind.ā
Flambae turned his head as Visi leaned in to whisper-shout, āSee? I told youājust look at themātheyāve totally banged right?! He just called her sugar!ā
āAiye, shit. Finally, huh?ā Flambae smirked while he tapped Prismās shoulder to get her attention. Prism looked up from her phone.
āTook āem long enough.ā She looked back down, immediately messaging Malevola, wishing that they actually made that bet because she wouldāve won the jackpot.
Robert took a sip of his coffee, sweet. He typically drank his coffee black but occasionally liked to put some sugar in it, especially when heās had a rough morning. Strangely though, he never told Deadlock this. Robert chuckled a little.
āOkay, fine. If Iām Iron Man, you know that would make you Pepper Potts, right?ā
Deadlockās face scrunched up into her usual angry-looking pout. Despite Robert being well familiar with this look, he still struggled to place her actual feelings on the matter. Together, they had accidentally marathon watched all three Iron Man movies late into the night, so it canāt be confusion. And while he understood why she said that, getting compared to Tony Stark was worse; Pepperās clearly the better half of the two, so it canāt be that either⦠Ahh, Robert smirked. Embarrassment.
As Robert opened his mouth to tease Deadlock a bit more, misunderstandings spread quickly behind their backs. Itās only when the shift started, would he have realized, and by then itād be too late to change their minds. Sigh, today would be a long day.