Pepper opened her mouth to haughtily inform Tony that she never wondered at whether he was a boxers or briefs kind of man - because in her head, she was fairly certain that he went without any form of undergarments whatsoever. Maybe it was just her own silly imagination...maybe it was because she had actually spent more than an hour with the man. But luckily she thought better of letting him know that she'd given such things rather ample consideration and instead turned in a little huff to saunter her way over to the door.
What were the odds of her being able to locate any kind of clothes that weren't Tony's in some form or fashion. There were a few garments left over from various women that happened to "accidentally" forget them during their stay at the penthouse...but Pepper would never even begin to dream of actually trying to make use of those. Even the very thought of it made her feel strangely dirty.
But surely there had to be something that she could make use of in the guest room. If nothing else, she knew there was a rather nice bathrobe in there that would at least provide some level of--
All of a sudden her musings were abruptly cut off as she heard a quick 'fwoomp' and suddenly she found the sheet that she clung to being ripped from her hands.
"TONY!" she yelped, reaching down and scrambling to snatch the sheet back around her body. She caught sight of his foot held firmly in place on the very edge of the white silk and her eyes lifted in a cold-as-ice glare.
Walking forward, she delivered a swift but hard punch to his shoulder before tossing the sheet once more around her (this time making sure that none of it was left to trail the ground) and then with a steely glare in his direction, she flounced her way off towards the guest room.