anthonystarkjust:

pottsofpepper:

 “What’s that Tony? You think I deserve a new pair of shoes for returning to work after my extended sick leave and will happily foot the bill for these gorgeous heels? Don’t mind if I do…” 

“I—”

“I have no recollection of agreeing to that. Whatsoever.”


 “You really ought to see someone about that then. Short term memory loss is never a good sign. It’s all those parties…they’ve frazzled your brain and turned you senile, Tony.”

anthonystarkjust:

pottsofpepper:

“What’s that Tony? You think I deserve a new pair of shoes for returning to work after my extended sick leave and will happily foot the bill for these gorgeous heels? Don’t mind if I do…”

“I—”

“I have no recollection of agreeing to that. Whatsoever.”

“You really ought to see someone about that then. Short term memory loss is never a good sign. It’s all those parties…they’ve frazzled your brain and turned you senile, Tony.”

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 “What’s that Tony? You think I deserve a new pair of shoes for returning to work after my extended sick leave and will happily foot the bill for these gorgeous heels? Don’t mind if I do…”

“What’s that Tony? You think I deserve a new pair of shoes for returning to work after my extended sick leave and will happily foot the bill for these gorgeous heels? Don’t mind if I do…”

wittydjinn sent: HOLY CRAP, PEP, THIS IS AWESOME! The you I know is my older sister...How do you put up with an older me?

“With the aid of multiple martinis, mostly. You’re an acquired taste and I have to confess to having developed an immunity to most of your insufferable , yet irritatingly charming ways. It’s a hidden skill, learning to tune you out - but I do it with love. Honest.”

Never take sick days. That was the golden rule wasn’t it? In a world where crime and peril never slept, it was vital that it’s heroes didn’t either. They always had to be ready and organised, juggling dual identities as they struggled to keep work and reality separate from their alter-egos. Most of the Avengers had gotten to the point now where they were well equipped for the dichotomy of lifestyles and more than content to keep their affairs regulated themselves, yet when had Tony Stark ever been ‘most people’? He still needed his wrangler, regardless of the occasion.

Pepper hadn’t meant to have vanished without telling him. She hadn’t meant to obliterate his schedule or throw his business ventures out of whack, but there comes a time in every woman’s life when she just can’t quite take the pressure of such unsociable hours anymore. That time, it seemed had come rather early for the red haired assistant and heralded with it, one of the worst cases of stomach flu she could ever remember having suffered with. It hadn’t stopped her from doing her job though, not for a single second.

Somewhat perturbed by the idea of leaving her beloved employer in the lurch, the ailing woman had clawed herself into the office with a raging fever, her head pounding and her stomach aching as she worked through the night just long enough to postpone the majority of meetings and bring order back to the chaotic engineer’s life. Curling up amidst a collection of strewn papers and files on her office’s make-shift sofa, baby blues closed wearily as she stifled a small sneeze, exhaustion settling in mere moments after she’d penned a note to her dearest friend.

Tony,

I’m sorry I wasn’t organised enough to combat pestilence and juggle your schedule in time. You should be alright for another week now though. I’ve postponed Tokyo, cancelled Nairobi and delegated Berlin, Moscow and Bangkok. There’s also a temp arriving until I’m back on my feet. Try not to seduce this one; we still haven’t settled the last sexual harassment case.

Much love.

- Pepper. x

PS. Don’t forget to feed Bruce. 

Plato and Socrates are calling. I’m afraid this essay sadly won’t write itself. So in my absence, please kindly address any notes, memos and/or correspondence to Ms.Potts’ inbox. She’ll gladly welcome the influx of work, just as I welcome the ability to procrastinate.

pottsofpepper started following you

killmaster-andre:

I’m Andre. Uhm, guess it’s nice to meet you too.

[ The man was obviously a bit shy, having grown a bit distant from strangers or anyone relatively new. But that’s what happens when your social skills sort of go down the drain after different things happening in life. ]

Shy she could work with. At least it was a step up from a certain narcissistic employer she could mention. Not that there was anything bad with either stance in life, of course, it just added to that delightful spark of variety Pepper found in her life on a daily basis. Besides, it was almost endearing to see someone try so desperately to partake in social pleasantries when they were so painfully uncomfortable about it. “I promise I don’t bite. I just wanted to extend the hand of corporate friendship and say a quick hello.” 

pottsofpepper started following you

killmaster-andre:

Huh? Oh, hello.

“…hi?” What was she supposed to be saying exactly? It was only a brief social call, to say she was extending her social circle to include possible business acquaintances, but somehow it had warranted attention. So much for being inconspicuous in her surveillance… “I’m Pepper Potts, it’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”

anthonystarkjust:

Pepsi,

Uh, no, I’m going to unicycle down the slide. Skateboarding? I’m not Marty McFly—I’m Tony Stark. I’m considerably higher up the ‘fly’ scale, I’ll have you know. And, c’mon, broken limbs? That can’t be the worst state you’ve seen me in. I distinctly remember palladium poisoning, that one blip with Obie, and—hey, remember that time I saved Manhattan and your plane touched down and when I greeted you at the airport I was covered in cuts and bandages and I kind of sprained my wrist?

Also, I knew you wanted in on the slide. I just knew it. Braid your hair into pigtails, wear a jumper skirt, and put on your socks and pink rubbershoes. The slide’s going to go from the very top of the building to the bottom.

And you’re not allowed to push me.

That would make you a bully.

Flattered and bashful at your mwah mwahs,
Toeknee

P.S. Those—that—tax—the government is out to get me, Pep, and you know it!

Starkers,

Can you make a hoverboard? Please? Unicycling seems like too much of a Cirque thing. Are you planning on giving up this happy-go-lucky life of billionaire philanthropy to join the costumed cuties of the circus? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen you in far worse outfits and I have no doubt that you have the self confidence to pull off skin tight lycra; but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a teeny bit attached to your suited and booted chic.

It’s actually why I don’t want reminding of all of your near death experiences. I threaten to kill you all the time, usually when you’re misbehaving and I have too much paperwork, but I can’t quite imagine a world without you. Iron Man, sure, you can toss him on the scrapper and I’d only mourn a little - but you’re made of flesh and blood. You break, you bruise, you bleed. Do you have any idea how stressful that is? Constantly worrying about you is frustrating! It makes me want to wrap you in layers of bubble wrap so you don’t ever get hurt. I’d miss you too much.

Oh god…I’m rambling again aren’t I? If you use this against me, I swear I’m going to resign and retrain to be a substitute teacher somewhere! I’m not sentimental or the least bit attached to you in any capacity other than doting employee. Honest. As for the outfit…is there some sort of hidden fetish I don’t know about? It is more practical than stilettos and a skirt suit though, you may have a point there. I’ll still push you whether I’m allowed to or not. It’s my job to flaunt the rules when it’s in your best interest.

- A strangely rebellious PA.

PS. Oh, I know. Clearly it’s a personal vendetta. The government’s just jealous of your wealth. And possibly also the beard.

(Source: pottsofpepper)

anthonystarkjust:

Salt,

I don’t need adult supervision. I’m adult supervision. It’s not like I’m going to trip and fall and cry because I scraped my knee and because that is the worst feeling in the world, I’m telling you.

I’m just saying.

However, if your true motives for sticking around is because you want to try out the slide yourself, by all means.

Mwah mwah,
Antoinette

P.S. I’ll never forget the look on your face when I picked the tiny spider up and brought it closer to you. JARVIS got that on tape, didn’t he?

Tin-man,

You do need adult supervision. I’ve seen what you get up to when left to your own devices. You’d probably try skateboarding down it and end up with several broken limbs. But then I’d be forced to kiss it better, and you know…breaching professional boundaries is somewhat frowned upon.

I do want to play on the slide though. I’m sorry, but if you’re going to turn the corporate world into a playground, I may as well hop on the bandwagon at least once. It’s also something I can push you down when you start teasing me about my dislike for multi-legged monsters.

Mwah-Mwah yourself.

- Not-quite-Dorothy.

PS. That was cruel and unusual punishment Tony. I deleted the surveillance tape a long time ago. There are far worse clips of you pulling faces when confronted with less menacing things…like tax returns.

(Source: pottsofpepper)

anthonystarkjust:

Dearest Virginia,

Your job is fantastic and your soap operas are inhuman.

If you buy a new desk and force me to redecorate your office, I’m going to add a giant slide to the tower, and you won’t be able to say no because we’re doing renovations anyway.

Building regulations or no.

Your friend,
Tony

P.S. Okay, okay, I’ll nab it. Don’t move. It can sense your fear. 

Mr.Stark,

My job is fantastic. I can’t lie. No matter how much I protest, running around after you is secretly the highlight of my day. My soap operas however, are perfection and I will happily resign to spend more time watching them. That said, if you’re building a slide, I might be inclined to stick around. I hear children; even big kids such as yourself, need adult supervision to properly enjoy such an attraction.

- A very humbled employee.

PS. Thankyou Tony. I’ll be sure to tell tales of your valour once I’ve done swooning at such an act of unprecedented bravery.

(Source: pottsofpepper)