Iron Woman - (Fem Iron man X Pepper)

Chapter 3 - Morning After

I had been working on this new car that I just bought for hours now, "Give me an exploded view." I say to Jarvis. I knew that Pepper was taking care of Christine. I usually didn't let people stay over but...she had fallen asleep. So I escaped here and let pepper handle it.

"The compression in cylinder three appears to be low." Jarvis says.

"Log that." I say. I look up as Pepper walks in and turns my music down. "Please don't turn down my music."

"I'll keep you posted." She Gets off the phone. "You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now."

"How'd she take it?" I ask.

"Like a champ."

"Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?" I ask.

"Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago."

"That's funny, I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there." I turn to her and smile.

"Y/N, I need to speak to you about a couple things before I get you out of the door."

"I mean, doesn't it kind of defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?" I ask.

"Larry called. He's got another buyer for the Jackson Pollock in the wings. Do you want it? Yes or no."

"Is it a good representation of his spring period?" I ask.

"Um, no. The Springs was actually the neighborhood in East Hampton where he lived and worked-"

"So?" I ask.

"-not spring like the season. I think it's a fair example. Um.. I think it's incredibly overpriced."

"I need it. Buy it. Store it." I walk past her.

"Okay. The MIT commencement speech..."

I sigh, "Is in June. Please, don't harangue me about stuff that's way, way, down..."

"Well, they're haranguing me, so I'm gonna say yes."

"Deflect it and absorb it. Don't transmit it back to me." I point.

"I need you to sign this before you get on the plane."

"What are you trying to get rid of me for? What, you got plans?" I ask.

"As a matter of fact, I do." She nods.

"I don't like it when you have plans." I take the papers.

"I'm allowed to have plans on my birthday."

I sign the paper and look at her, "It's your birthday?"

"Yes."

"I knew that. Already?" I ask.

"Yeah. Isn't that strange? It's the same day as last year."

"Well, get yourself something nice from me." I smile.

"I already did."

I nod, "And?"

"Oh, it was very nice."

"Yeah." I bite my lip.

"Very tasteful. Thank you, Miss. Stark."

"You're welcome, Miss Potts... Okay." I smile.

After packing I take my car out and race Happy to my plane...I always beat him.

"You're good. I thought I lost you back there." I point

"You did, ma'am." He grabs my things, "I had to cut across Mulholland."

"I got you. I got you." I laugh.

"What's wrong with you?" Joey asks.

"What?" I walk up to him.

"Three hours."

"I got caught doing a piece for Vanity Fair." I nod.

"For three hours. For three hours you got me standing here."

"Waiting on you now. Let's go. Come on. Wheels up! Rock and roll!" I yell as I go inside.

I start to get bored as we take off, "What you reading, platypus?" I ask.

"Nothing."

"Come on, sour patch." I pout.

"I'm not sour."

"Don't be mad." I give him puppy eyes.

"I told you, I'm not mad. I'm indifferent, okay?"

"I said I was sorry." I nod.

"Good morning, Miss. Stark." The flight attendant smiles.

"You don't need to apologize to me."

"I told you I was sorry." I repeat.

"I'm your man."

I look up at the flight attendant, "Hi. I told him I was sorry, but he..."

"I'm just indifferent right now."

"Hot towel?" The woman asks.

"You don't respect yourself, so I know you don't respect me." Rhodey shakes his head.

"I respect you." I nod.

"I'm just your babysitter. So, when you need your diaper changed..." Rhodey grabs a hot towel. "Thank you. Let me know and I'll get you a bottle, okay?"

"Hey! Heat up the sake, will you? Thanks for reminding me." I smile.

"No, I'm not talking... We're not drinking. We're working right now."

"You can't have sashimi without sake." I laugh.

"You are constitutionally incapable of being responsible."

"It would be irresponsible not to drink. I'm just talking about a nightcap." I nod.

"Hot sake?" The woman asks.

"Yes, two, please." I nod.

"No. Just-- I'm not drinking. I don't want any." Yeah....he defiantly got some. He's now drunk as the flight attendants dance around us, "That's what I'm talking about. When I get up in the morning and I'm putting on my uniform, you know what I recognize? I see in that mirror that every person that's got this uniform on got my back!"

I sigh, "Hey, you know what? I'm not like you. I'm not cut out..."

"No, no. You don't have to be like me! But you're more than what you are."

"Can you excuse me if I'm a bit distracted here?" I point.

"No! You can't be distracted right now! Listen to me!"