Damn. Tony supposed hoping no one was there was a little bit of a stretch. He had to mumble "Fine," barely looking at her as he swept in. Tony had his guesses at what was 'up', and none of them were heartwarming. Still, to her pressing he only assured her, "I'll work it out." S.H.I.E.L.D., the Hulk, and any number of things Tony had personally, directly fucked up; Pepper didn't need to worry about it. She had enough on her plate. He stopped in the center of the room, looking lost for a beat before he started clawing out of his shirt, struggling with the buttons until just tearing it off over his head and turning to Pepper like she should have just been ready for this to happen to hand him a fresh one.