Before Tony even had a chance to remind her, Pepper was already locking her seatbelt securely into place, tightening it around her as much as she could manage without causing any real physical discomfort. Her hand settled against the leather arm rest and as Tony jerked the car into reverse...swerved it about...then gunned it out of his workshop, Pepper was sure there would be indentions where her perfectly manicured nails held on for dear life.
Damn the man. He seemed to take such pleasure in seeing her flustered and frazzled.
Well, at least it was something she could cling to in this world that was otherwise completely turned upside down on her. She could certainly always count on Tony to search out the best ways to work her nerves raw.
...she could also always count on him to make up for it.
Tony knew just how far he could push her before she broke...and sometimes he would even toe that line where she felt her head on the verge of exploding. But he never, ever passed beyond that line...and when he stepped back, there would always be some kind of a sincere gesture of his affection for her.
Like in the form of a blueberry muffin.
Looking at him out of the side of her eyes, Pepper couldn't help but smile as her cheeks gave the softest blush.