#mxpotts

 there’s a sixth feeling, something chilling deep in her bones. her lips purse as seafoam eyes stare off into the distance from the window of their home. something was off, she could tell but evelyn was not sure about what would happen. 

  listening for pepper, she knew the other would wake soon. coffee in her free hand her eyes continue to skim the papers before her as she tried to shake the feeling of something that is wrong from her body. her eyes soften as she heard the soft yawn of lover before the fear gripped her. 

  her sixth sense never failed her, something was coming. a storm was brewing in the distance and evelyn feared she would be unable to stop it from happening. exhale a soft puff of air, she let her chin drop into her palm before watching the door open. 

        “- and then there’s my tía Nena, she’s actually my dad’s first cousin but they used to be really close so that they were like siblings even though they’re not actually brother and sister. Plus she’s adopted. But you don’t want to bring that up, it’s a touchy subject.” Tony was sitting next to his girlfriend and attempting to explain his family dynamics to her. Attempting being the key word. Poor Pepper had a lot to learn. “...Sorry, this is probably a lot. Don’t worry about it too much, just be yourself! They’ll love you, I know it.” 

        He was bringing Pepper along on his latest family visit, hoping to introduce her amicably to them and even propose, should everything go well. He hadn’t told any of them about her, too fearful of their reaction to him not dating someone either of his status or above. His family was...well, crazy rich. Starting from oil tycoons and branching out to all different kinds of businesses, his father starting up Stark Industries, a Fortune 500 weapons manufacturer that had some of the biggest deals with the US military. It was a lot, and Tony knew that, but he didn’t want to stress Pepper out. 

He shook his head, forcing himself to put those thoughts out of his mind. He was here, alive, and alive people needed food. (Tony didn’t need food anymore) “I had to do all the cooking at home. Uh, HAVE to do all the cooking at home. I’ve watched Aunt May burn cold cereal before. It’s really the only way I survived. Am surviving.” 

He dished up the vegetables over rice and brought the bowl over to where he’d forced Ms. Potts- (Mrs. Stark? Ms. Stark? He’d been dead when they’d gotten married and at this point he was afraid to ask.) -to lie down for once. 

“There you go. Dinner is served.”

The moment she spied Christine Everhart enter the limousine of 𝐻𝐸𝑅 story from across the parking lot, Lois could only think of one thing: 𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙊𝙉. Like hell was she going to permit Vanity Fair to scoop her. Not when she’d pushed Perry to let her work on this exposé, rationalizing that it would be Pulitzer nomination-worthy for the Planet at least. ( Plus, an opportunity to take down a corrupt, arrogant, rich legacy down multiple pegs? Lois wouldn’t pass it up. )

So if Everhart was going to use every dirty tactic in the book, she was going to have to pull an ace up her sleeve. In which case, an 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 from college.

@mxpotts plotted for a starter! 

It had been a little while now and Ally was nearly bursting at the seams, wanting to tell someone that her and Steve had started dating. While in Wakanda Shuri programmed her an amazing phone whose signal couldn’t be tracked, so she typed in a quick message and sent it to the person she knew could handle the secret.

[text: Queen Pepper] Call this number when you get the text. It’s Ally