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Pepper Potts in her Iron Man suit
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A Series of Almosts // Pepper and Tony
Pepper was staring at her suitcase. She knew she was leaving for Milan in the morning (or whenever Tony wanted, really, but Pepper’s itinerary said 9 AM), but that was it. No conference, no meetings, no plans that Tony had bothered to share with her at all, actually, and that’s why she was staring at her suitcase. Maybe she would have some time to herself, she didn’t have the usual brimming schedule. Maybe she would have time to herself to shop, catch up on work, see the sights. What exactly was she packing for, and for how long? Two business suits and three dresses with varying degrees of professionalism later, and she closed her suitcase, feeling a little unsure of herself.
It wasn’t that Tony hadn’t been vague before. Sometimes all she got was a scribbled note or a three word text, but she was usually able to piece it together herself.
Italy next week? Milan. Make it a Tuesday.
Will that be all, Mr. Stark?
That will be all, Ms. Potts.
Not exactly helpful. And then a notification popped up on her calendar, ‘Milan with Tony”, and that was his way of letting her know she was going too, she supposed.
Pepper had been waiting for Tony in his private jet since eight thirty. It was now almost ten, and she was still waiting, wishing that she had sent a car to pick him up from the house rather than depending on Tony to remember that a plane was waiting for him. And Pepper. She was waiting for him too, and she tried not to let it bother her that he was late, as he had specifically requested that she fly there with him. And if he wanted her there, then it probably meant he was making some sort of new business deal that Obie wasn’t interested in. Or he was throwing a party. Either way, she had her work cut out for her. 
Tony’s Ferrari pulled onto the tarmac at breakneck speed and parked. Tony got out and Pepper hid a smile when she saw how windswept his hair was. He wasn’t wearing a suit, and not for the first time, Pepper found herself looking for a little too long. She recovered by the time he reached the top of the stairs, giving him her best admonishing smile.
“Mr. Stark, you’re late.”
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