the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
Pepper hoards things…then she sometimes yells at me for not throwing them away….and yells at me when they’re gone and she needs them…I just have a bottomless void that I keep my things in. It takes up far less space.
He stared wide eyed at the kid shooting off this complex plan, “no no that sounds viable, show me the blue prints?” He grinned and pulled the girl into a hug, “just like me aren’t you kid”
She hugged him back, then reached into her sweatshirt pocket and pulled out the blueprints of a man with a suit on, and another one of an iron suit that looked similar to Tony’s, “Yeah. I suppose I am. Go figure.”
The diagrams had blurbs of notes on the sides of them; lines pointed to each part to tell what Jarvis would be able to function.
Tony chuckled to himself, “you carry those around with you?” he glanced over the blueprints and double tapped them. A holographic version of the prints appeared before them, Tony then grabbed the air and moved them vertical to get a better look. “Love this tech, love these designs,” he zoomed in to different parts of the prints, “so talk me through this, it’s certainly impressive.”
"This is the Spanish inquisition….olay? I’m kidding….sooooo I guess you know who I am right?"
"Of course I do…" Kelsey sighed, but nodded, "At least nobody has shot me yet..yet.”
A blue circular glow came from under her shirt.
"Why would anybody shoot …" His voice trailed off as he noticed the all too familiar glow coming from the girl. "Remind me who you are, I know only 2 ish people with that blue glow…and your not pepper. Excuse my memory I don’t remember what I had for breakfast"
His fingers laced around her hair, tugging gently at the ginger curls. The heat of the moment spurred Tony on, having his girl bent over the smooth surface of the desk, cold pressed against them. “Your a dirty girl Potts, messing all over your paperwork” he breathed in her ear, close to his own climax.