Dwight and Pepper
Pepper was, honestly, glad to see Dwight wearing his bulletproof vest. Ordinarily, she didn't have to worry about that sort of thing, but if demons were going to be a thing? She would rather he be protected and a bit on the sweaty side than possibly with a bullet - or worse, bullets - in him. She'd survived the demons alright since it wasn't anything Extremis couldn't fix, although all she'd ended up with were scrapes and bruises considering she mostly kept her distance. She was probably going to need to start taking trips to the shooting ranger if she was going to be able to hold her own at a distance.
She was very grateful that things seemed to have settled down for the 4th. It was Steve's birthday after all and she wasn't surprised that there wasn't some big party. Pepper had, of course, sent him a card and a gift and left it at that. She understood his desire to not make a big deal about turning one hundred, but she couldn't let it pass without some kind of acknowledgement. If she got to be a hundred, she definitely would appreciate a little acknowledgement.
As she settled in next to Dwight, she leaned into his touch. "How long do you think the quiet will last this time?" Pepper asked softly.