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Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist (phoenixmetaphor) wrote in wariscoming,

Tony'd been finding it hard to sleep ever since he'd arrived in Lawrence. He never thought he'd grow so used to sharing his bed with one woman. And, yet he couldn't bring himself to sleep in a bed without Pepper in it. He missed her like crazy. Not that he'd admit that to anyone else. Instead, he'd reverted back to type, flirting, charming and sassing his way through Lawrence.

But, with the arrival of Natasha Romanoff, his brain just wouldn't shut up. He'd tried to sleep, and completely and utterly failed. So, instead he'd headed to the part of the warehouse he'd claimed as his workshop. Finding work for both his mind and his hands.

A few hours later, his coffee pot was empty and grumbling he headed towards the kitchen. As he approached the door, he saw a faint light emanating from it. But, he wasn't worried. The security in the warehouse was the best. There was probably only one person who could break it, and that was the person he saw leaning against the counter as he entered the room.

"Morning, Natasha." He said, grin flashing across his face as he ran a hand through his hair. "Any more coffee left?"