finally, an update to at least ONE of my stories. i'm notorious for short chapters, so I apologize in advance. enjoy!
He spotted her in the den, typing away at her laptop. She still had that strange, slightly annoyed look on her face. Standing at the top of the stairs leading to his workshop, he watched her, careful not to alert her to his presence.
He suddenly grinned at himself; he wondered if this was what a 'recon' mission was like.
Rhodey would laugh his ass off at that.
A single click brought his attention back to her. She had apparently finished with her work, and had closed the laptop in favor for her Blackberry. A few soft clicks on it, and it too was shut and put aside.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her FINISH her work. He'd always assumed her work was never done, because he always had her doing something.
And now he felt like an ass.
Pepper sighed and sat back against the cushions of the couch, the t.v remote now in hand, and…well, the clicking began anew.
Pepper liked stuff that clicked, apparently. Tony was getting bored. And he was learning nothing about why her mood was so down. Rubbing a hand through his hair, he debated whether to stay put or make his presence known, when it happened:
Pepper's legs clenched together, and a hand moved to her lower abdomen. A slight squint in her eye had him theorizing. Maybe she wasn't actually mad at him at all.
He jerked back a few steps suddenly, when she stood and headed towards the kitchen. The sound running water could be heard, and moments later she returned, a glass in tow.
The small box she pulled from her purse confirmed his suspicions.
As she downed the two Midol, Tony covered a chuckle, and settled for a relieved sigh.
She was just having 'female troubles'.
He'd fought terrorists in the Middle East, and stopped a madman from using a knockoff of his suit from taking over….well….everything. Surely he could handle this.
As Pepper continued with her channel surfing, he looked down at his shirt.
He needed a clean one. He was going shopping.