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You know what to do.

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[ It takes him fifteen minutes to respond because he has to think really hard about it, then give up and ask JARVIS. ]

ziggy
i'm like
65% sure

depends
probably
if not, gimme a day and a half and i could be

[ Well. Probably. ]

care to elaborate a little more just in case?

I mean, that's where I was headed anyway. That's why I wanted a better interface with my armor. I've just decided this is the deadline.

cute
ziggy stark-potts
i like it
congratulations on your porcine fatherhood

[ Pepper's pretty sure he does that on purpose just so she's forced to resort to this method of shutting him up, to be honest... it's a good thing she doesn't (usually) mind that.

She turns her head a little when he brushes back her hair, her cheek nudging his hand as a small smile curves at her lips; something slightly sad and empathetic in it. Like she can tell which track his thoughts have taken. Pepper Potts knows everything might have been a jokey quip tossed around, but to be fair, it doesn't require giant leaps of deduction this time around to figure out what's going on in his head. And this time around, she can completely relate. ]

Only a few? [ It's a soft tease, though lacking her usual playfulness. ] I hope you're not losing your touch, Mr. Stark.

please don't use the f-word
i get a cold sweat and hives

[ That would make her one of the few. He's not likely to forget that fact, not anytime soon. ]

My deepest condolences.

[ Before this can get too sappy, he jerks his thumb towards the circle of tents and fires that make up the makeshift camp they'd stumbled away from. Everyone else will already be there, sleeping or not-sleeping, but a comforting congregation nonetheless. The chill of the lonely night air is starting to truly make itself known. ]

Now that we've had A Moment, let's go back and go the hell to sleep. We're probably gonna have to walk another few million miles tomorrow.

[ They end up in his and Pepper's kitchen, which is certainly not a New York penthouse or a California mansion, but still has touches of the rich assholes they are - like the improbable light fixtures and the obsession with clean, smooth, minimalist everything.

Well, except for the little robot standing on the counter, of course.

He gestures for Peter to deposit the pizza somewhere, then leans against the far counter. ]

Your handiwork, right? [ He tips his head at the robot on the counter. ] Pizza delivery's an odd choice of profession for someone with your skillset.

fair enough
you have any last requests for it?

[ Tony can understand if there's some sentimental value behind things like this. Not wanting to see the thing torn apart or studied would be a fair stipulation, even if that's the most logical thing for him to do with it. ]

[ Pepper Potts knows everything may indeed be used as a joking quip, but Tony is pretty sure he's meant it any time he's said it, and agreed with it any time he's heard it from anyone else. He leans in to press a kiss to her temple, then leans back abruptly to play at being wounded, like this is the single most hurtful accusation any person could level at him, Tony Stark. ]

You wound me, Miss Potts. Give me a break, the pig is watching.

[ Think of the swine child. ]

I'll survive.

[She replies in a mock grave voice. Then as he suggests sleeping, she suddenly realizes that she feels completely exhausted. So tired that she could just curl up next to some of the rocks and sleep deep into the next day.

She yawns, rubs at her eyes, and then reaches over to casually throw her arm over his shoulders as she takes a step back towards camp.]

You mean I'll sleep and you'll stay up late connecting wire bits to other metal bits while contemplating our state in the universe.

oh come on tony you'd be a great—
okay no i can't tease you that way it's too mean
how do you feel about transdimensional unclehood though

unclehood i'm good with
unclehood is just the best parts of f-word-hood without any of the responsibility

great
then i expect you to send the world's fuzziest teddy bear to my kid once she's born
and once transdimensional deliveries are a thing

[ Pepper purses her lips knowingly for a beat before quirking a playful smirk at his dramatic display of offense. ]

The pig is sleeping and can't even see up here... [ #sothere!! ]

Last requests? What is this, funeral planning? No.

Just don't tell me what you end up doing with it, that's all.

a fuzzy teddy bear?
please

[ How dare you insult TONY STARK this way. ]

i can spoil your kid better than that

One, we have no proof the pig is asleep and I'm not rolling over there to check.

[ He leans forward as he continues, both eyebrows going up suggestively. ]

Two, doesn't matter, nix that, I've taken a survey and decided I'm kinda into the exhibitionism. [ Just saying... ] I mean, if I couldn't convince you to try the conference room, in front of the pig might be the next best thing.

Mmm, to the surprise of absolutely nobody... [ she chimes in re: the exhibitionism. Tony Stark? Surely it was someone else on all those YouTube videos! There's a husky chuckle on her lips even as they curve into a grin, fingertips delving into his hair when her palm finds the back of his neck. ]

What a bad, bad man you are. [ It doesn't sound like she minds too much... ]

i mean
sorta, yeah

anyway, my lips are sealed
including my digital ones
thank you for your donation in the name of science

[ She can't deny feeling a little trepidation about pulling the trigger on this, but she's determined. ]

Absolutely.

oh yeah?
do tell
what kind of spoilage can i expect

how do you think she'd feel about a fully functional kid-sized jet

[ Just a thought. ]

[Hawke doesn't have much information to give. Or more like... she gets bored dealing with information and would rather simply kick some ass.

Or in this case, shamelessly mooch off her genius friend who never shuts up about the boring and yet unfortunately useful things that he knows. Because she's hungry and Tony is buying.

He's definitely buying, right?]

Are you taking me out on a date, Mr. Stark. Can I order the fanciest wine on the menu and you can explain things like its "mouthfeel".

[She takes his arm, trying to go for a silly girlish move but considering she's dressed like a hipster dyke, it doesn't really suit her.]

[ Tony smirks at the antics. His mood is better than it's been in weeks, that's for sure; the promise of real, actual food will do that. He'd leapt through a tear in space-time on the promise of that alone. It's amazing what a month of nutrition blocks will do to a person. ]

Nobody's talking about mouthfeels. That's a strictly banned topic.

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