Daycare duty! Ha! Tony was lucky she had a great sense of humor, how terrible! Red began to move around too, thinking now that the streets were quiet, too quiet; she could change that, her obligations weren't so urgent. The thought of her life going stagnant in any capacity made her antsy. "I could use a color scheme," she answered over her shoulder, ambling toward a row of punching bags. "Oooh and a bathtub that I can actually fit into. I might take you up on that, Stark." A punching bag hit the wall with a loud thunk! after Betty gave it a nudge with her knuckle and she smiled. "Pepper..." She recognized the name, like maybe she'd have known it much better in her first life, but looked to Tony for a little help. "Your sweetheart..?"