𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 - p.jackson

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒙.

riley doesn't like the senator

"turn around," i told my dad sternly.

"why?" he sighed.

"turn around," pepper motioned to him.

"mr. stark," the senator called. "can we pick up now from where we left off?"

my dad still kept looking at us and i glared at him. "turn. around," i said more forcibly.

"mr. stark, please?"

"yes, dear?"

a few people began laughing but the senator continued, "can i have your attention please?"

"absolutely," my dad smirked.

"he's impossible," i muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"i know," pepper responded. "i've been dealing with him and his crazy attitude for a very long time."

"you are one of the two most amazing women i know," i told her.

"oh really? who's the other?"

"sally jackson," i told her matter-of-factly. "you and her could form some superhero-mom squad, and be absolute badasses."

pepper blushed and shook her head, "oh, hush. you're just sucking up to me now."

"no, i swear," i told her. "i actually mean it."

"listen to the assembly," pepper said, pointing to the front.

"do you or do you not possess a specialized weapon?" the monkey-faced senator asked.

"i do not," my dad responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

"you do not?"

"i do not," my dad said. then he thought about it, "well, it depends on how you define the word weapon."

"the iron man weapon," the senator clarified.

"my device does not fit that description."

"how... how would you describe it?"