PEPPER P. (saltedand) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-16 14:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, pepper potts, tony stark |
Log: Marvel; Pepper P & Tony S
Who: Pepper P and Tony S
What: The Date. The one Tony has told everyone about.
When: Friday evening, Stark Tower.
Rating: Mildly PG-13.
Pepper had left Stark Tower when it was still a hive of - admittedly slowing - activity. Now dusk was beginning to settle and the lights had dimmed. The name was lit, clean blue picked out against all the other competing architecture that teemed into New York’s skyline, and the penthouse. That was all. The city breathed out on a Friday night and the tower-blocks, offices with the same darkened glass windows and ergonomic furniture (although perhaps not quite as modern as that of Stark Tower) emptied. She stopped in the lobby, and hesitated, one finger over the call-button. He could still be in the lab. Were it a benefit, or a function, he would be in the lab. He would prolong the amount of time before photographs and fanfare and champagne doing exactly what he preferred doing, and then throw himself headlong into being Tony Stark for the duration of the rest of the party before going back to the lab once again. It was a test, the first one, when Pepper pressed the button for the penthouse and the ride upward was the near-soundless, soft blue of the recessed lighting, as the sickening, pendulous feeling of being poised on the edge of ruining everything or it all going beautifully, sank lower. The elevator stopped at the top floor with a quiet ping! JARVIS extended throughout the building and provided the now-customary greeting (Good evening, Miss Potts) with little additional intrusion, as she stepped out onto the polished concrete of the penthouse itself in shoes with a higher heel than usual.The dress was soft, and clinging and a deep green and hideously expensive in the casual way most things that draped beautifully were expensive. It was deceptive in the same way the soft, tousled curls were, and her mouth was painted a deep rose. It was, in all, the sort of thing a woman could instantly tell had taken hours, and Pepper depended upon Tony not. She turned her back to the empty room, looking toward the vast, heartstopping vista of New York at night of the wide, curving glass wall. “JARVIS, could you tell him I’m here?” |