Tony Stark is characteristically hyperverbal. (the_iron_man) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-01-28 16:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, pepper potts, tony stark |
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Who: Pepperony
What: Coming home after Thor's Party.
When: See above ok?
Rating/Warnings: Green.
It was stupid late before Tony showed up at the penthouse where Pepper ws staying. It took Happy more time than usual to usher him into the elevator and to the top floor, since it required a lot of leaning and dragging. By his own standards, Tony wasn't the type who was ever fall down drunk. He never quite made it to where he couldn't move. Tonight he was damn close to that point, right on the edge of the ledge, staring into an abyss, and not feeling all that bad that he was thinking of plunging in. Damn the consequences.
"World's spinnin' faster'n usual," he managed to say, hugging onto Happy and giving his bodyguard bud a friendly pitpat on the cheek. "I love you, man."
"Wow," was all Happy could bother saying, before the elevator doors slid open. Tony was propped up by his face as Happy unlocked the door, and started to slide down the wall, with his face, before he was caught under his arms and dragged in through the door.
"...honey m'home!" Tony yelled out, and promptly erupted into a fit of giggles as he was deposited on a sofa.
Pepper was much too busy to attend the party, but she had sent her regards along with Tony. She had come home late from work herself, but hadn’t exactly expected to see Tony there when she got home. She’d made herself a nice dinner with a glass of wine to unwind and then went to bed, only to be woken up at an ungodly hour by a drunken, giggling fiance.
At this point the redhead knew Tony well enough to know that if he was that drunk something was dangerously wrong. Sure, he liked to drink, but the last time she had seen Tony like that was when he thought he was dying. A cold chill ran through her body as she got out of bed and went to go inspect the damage.
“What is going on?” she asked the room at large, but after seeing Tony she looked at Happy for the answer. He wasn’t going to be any help.
Happy shook his head and whispered 'Don't know' back at her, before sharply shrugging. Just when he thought the boss was done with the downward spirals, there was another one, and it was back into crisis mode. After jabbing a thumb back at the kitchen to let Pepper know where he was heading, Happy went to brew them some coffee if they needed it and to hit the hay.
"Hi you," Tony said, with an incredibly sappy smile, eyes half open. "You look nice t'night. Dunnit she look niiiiiiiii...aw, Hap's gone. Anyway! Hi."
He nearly fell off the couch trying to sit up more to see her. True to form, the worse things got, the more drinking had become a second past time, a way to flip the caring switch firmly into the off position. Where everything was fine again. Right now, everything felt fine. Which was why he patted a hand down on the couch next to him, in a not so subtle hint that she should sit down.
Pepper watched Happy head off to the kitchen, her mouth a little agape at the situation she now found herself in. Then she looked back at Tony and took a moment to mentally prepare herself for whatever shitstorm was about to drop in her lap.
Eventually Pepper took the seat next to Tony, but ignored everything he had to say. It was basically gibberish at this point anyway. She searched his face with concern as she tried to decide if she was going to start yelling or not.
“You’re a mess,” it was a statement. “What the hell is going on?” But Pepper wasn’t even sure if she should try to have this particular conversation while he was so drunk.
After a moment where he looked like her question had sobered him up just a smidgen more than before, he leaned in toward Pepper and rested his forehead against her shoulder.
"M'always a mess," he said, and there was a nervous chuckle that he quickly tried to stifle. He coughed to clear his tightening throat so he could answer her question and whispered, "Everything's wrong, 'cept you."
He nuzzled his face into the side of her neck with a faltering exhale.
From the kitchen, Happy could be heard saying, "I'm brewing coffee and getting crackers. We'll get him sobered up." Because over the course of the years, they had been through this so many times off and on, that Happy had long since lost count.