#pepperpottssays

It was Pepper’s idea, to make a team outing to the beach, somewhere on the Jersey shore. It’s nice, just to get away from the city for a while, to smell the slightly briny air of the sea. Steve is walking along the beach, digging his toes into the sand, when a flash of red catches his eye. Looking up, he watches wide eyed as a wave kicks up and soaks Pepper. Her stunned look makes Steve laugh, before she shoots him a scathing look.

[ text; promotion impending ] Pepper?[ text; promotion impending ] Why did I write that like a question. Obviously it's you.[ text; promotion impending ] Unless you changed your number to avoid me.[ text; promotion impending ] Which honestly makes sense given the circumstances.[ text; promotion impending ] God. Shut up[ text; promotion impending ] Not you. Me.[ text; promotion impending ] I'm incapable. [ text; promotion impending ] And I know that's part of it.[ text; promotion impending ] Hey. It's eating me to say this, and it shouldn't, but[ text; promotion impending ] it's me, right, so of course it is--[ text; promotion impending ] You were right. I really messed up.[ text; promotion impending ] If I listened to you about[ text; promotion impending ] five hours ago, now?[ text; promotion impending ] I wouldn't be sitting dead on my ass smack dab in the middle of who-the-hell-knows[ text; promotion impending ] My GPS is down. Everything's down.[ text; promotion impending ] I'm down.[ text; promotion impending ] in pajamas, none the less.[ text; promotion impending ] Not the worst part, but definitely a contributing factor to how little I can handle without a goddamn babysitter.[ text; promotion impending ] That's you, by the way.[ text; promotion impending ] You were smart to leave while you could.[ text; promotion impending ] I'm glad none of these are going through.[ text; promotion impending ] Who knows. Maybe a vulture will try to eat my phone[ text; promotion impending ] whisk it away somewhere with a signal.[ text; promotion impending ] Even then[ text; promotion impending ] don't stress out about me anymore, okay?[ text; promotion impending ] Promise I won't haunt you or anything.[ text; promotion impending ] Not my style.[ text; promotion impending ] Take care of the place. Take care of yourself.[ text; promotion impending ] Even if it wasn't forever, I'm really glad you chose to clean up my hell hole of a life all those years you stuck by me.[ text; promotion impending ] Sorry I couldn't thank you in person.[ NO SIGNAL. RESENDING. TEST 3/4... ]

"I'm not as think as you drunk," Tony said seriously, weaving slightly in place. Distantly, he could feel her cool, slim fingers working away at his shirt buttons, but the sensation was so distant that he wasn't sure whether it was just his imagination. "I hate charity fundraisers."

guys stop omg

"There is a good reason why I'm late, And it could be because I lost the car." Or because the car fell off a cliff.

    Tony turns, sexily, or so he self-narrates in the privacy of his mind (not fully knowing in retrospect how one could manage to turn in a sexy manner), leaning one elbow on the bar counter with both arms cradling the alcohol like a newborn.         "Changed my mind about the--"             -- booze all over the floor. "... it adds character."

Tony was supposed to be relaxing outside by the pool which he was mostly doing.  He doubted the Starkpad with the drafting app pulled up completely fit the definition of relaxing.  He was wearing a tank top and a pair of swim trunks along with one of his many pairs of sunglasses while he reclined in the deck chair.  He was tweaking the design of the hardware he'd need for the new suit he had in mind and he had just sent a new design to the Starkphone guys.