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Tony half smirked at Pep's sarcasm and explanation, staring straight forward as it slid off him like water off a duck's back. It wasn't unexpected. He didn't earn that playboy moniker for being a hermit. Nope, that came after he started building the suits. Then he was dubbed an eccentric billionaire. Still a win. It was better than being called batshit insane.
Only his friends called him that.
After clearing his throat at what seemed like the hundredth "Congrats!", he managed to guide Pepper into the VIP area.
"I like it when you look like you're getting away with murder," he replied, evident by the lopsided smirk on his face. "Because, first, that's a good plan. I hope he appreciates it. Could've let me in on it though? Second, only semi-seriously asking this, but did you kill him? I'm in a weird place now. I'm not only bummed by the thought of no more Cap, but I'm a little turned on by evil mastermind you. Busy next week? We can skip out to Vegas and maybe try getting pre-married on for size."
Didn't hurt to ask. Maybe he wouldn't be put through idly pulling apart floral displays, while Pepper slapped his hands and florists gave him death glares.