#pepxpotts

Despite the many years Carol had been saving the galaxy, no big deal, she had absolutely no money. There was definitely some irony in that, but she tried not to think about it too much. She’d gotten used to being underestimated and unappreciated while she still lived in Boston and was being taunted by her father. But that was besides the point. The whole issue was quite simple: New York was expensive as hell and she was living in a shit hole only slightly worse than her ship. The walls were even rotting, ugh. At least Chewie could live in the closet — Carol didn’t need much space at all.

Naturally, needing some serious help in the decoration department, Carol went to Pepper Potts. She was just about the only woman Carol knew with any taste whatsoever. “I need your help,” she announced, collapsing into the chair across from Pepper’s desk. “My apartment is hideous and I think I need some… like, furniture, I guess.” She had spent way too many years on ships. The idea of a frickin’ real kitchen was even crazy. “Also may need some recipe books,” Carol added. “Do you accept this mission?”