Tony & Pepper
It had been a rough week for Tony. When he went back over it in his mind, he naturally over-exaggerated the whole thing in hindsight, but it was still pretty terrible by anyone's standards. He had to see some poor guy's legs snapped back into place, found out the asshole behind half of his identity problems was alive again, mired himself in fifteen arguments with ten different people, hit major problems on three of his ongoing projects, and officially embraced the failures of his brief role as matchmaker. On top of that, he had sort of kind of a little bit ended up using his arm in the DC door after he'd been expressly told not to, and now he was trying to avoid mixing meds and the booze he wasn't allowed to have.
On the other hand, he had a date with Pepper. The whole "dating Pepper" thing was... new. Not "push the button to find out if it explodes" new, but the other kind of new, "element 119" new... "quark-gluon plasma right before the neutrons start decoupling like crazy" new--potential things developing new. To Tony, it still had the "find out if it explodes" piece, but not quite so certain. (This was about as self-reflective as Tony got, even on good days.)
When he bothered, Tony could be depended upon to find a way to look good, and today he'd balanced out the casual guideline by wearing expensive blue jeans with a black seam and fresh red Nikes that were probably among the hundred custom sets various designers heaped on him every season. The button-up shirt he was wearing didn't have a rock band logo, just the Stark Industries arrow and a clean white line. The blue light was completely undiminished, because he was wearing the sling to ease the pain on his shoulder joint and it dominated most of his torso. He still refused to get a cane, but he was walking easier as the burn healed, and as far as anybody knew he was following the bandage guidelines.
Tony noticed women and even what they were wearing, as long as he reminded himself to be present and notice. He was only ten minutes late for this one, which for Tony was nothing short of miraculous. When he rounded the edge of the Penthouse sofa, he kept walking until he was an arm's length away from her before reaching out to touch her side above her hip, admiring the dress in a deliberate drop of his eyes. "Who are you, and where did you find that dress?" He smiled a wide smile up into her eyes.