Pepper had gotten their early. She'd been watching the news so she knew he wasn't seriously injured, but only an act of extreme will had prevented her from rushing over to his penthouse Saturday night to meet him after the battle. As it was, she hadn't slept well, and had waited as long as she could stand to before finally giving in.
JARVIS alerted her the minute he woke up and Pepper leapt to her feet, nearly sending her laptop and notes crashing to the floor, and hurried to his room. Tony was standing silhouetted by the window, leaning against it, arm above his head.
He was naked, which was how he slept, but Pepper had long grown accustomed to that. Normally she survived the experience by focusing her attention strictly above the metaphoric belt, but the first thing she did now was make an assessment of his visible injuries, head to toe, noting the large bruises, welts, reddened skin, and the stiff way he held himself.
"Oh, God, Tony..." Tears rose in her eyes and she furiously forced them down again. Pepper honestly didn't know if her words were in response to his injuries or her relief that he was alive and moving.