Den des Chasseurs

Pepper Potts

Tony yawned and ran a tired hand over his face. He was so. Fucking. Bored. You think running a multi billion dollar company would be rather enjoyable, at least not boring, but no. Instead of being locked in his lab (the one he designed himself), he was stuck doing hours of paperwork. He had to the the math, and he was confused on that. Didn't he hire people for that? Whatever. He signed another paper, something about his new designs for more defensive technology, and sighed again.

So. Fucking. Bored.

His siblings were having a great time at their jobs. The nineteen year olds were a hit with the media. Riley was already considered one of the top lawyers in the country, Jace had made groundbreaking work in his study, and Evan was at the top of his class at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

Riley had only lost one case in the past year she'd been working, and the man who'd been released was mysteriously killed by Hyena six days later. People from around the country had come to her. Riley specified in cases of sexual assault.

Jace had discovered that the reason some mental disorder Tony couldn't remember the name of was caused by a slowing of the neurons firing in their mind and nerves. The solution, also discovered by Jace, was a simple surgical procedure to mend the affected areas.

Evan was considered one of the top three residents that the hospital had ever accepted into their program. He had already preformed some of the most complicated procedures with little difficulty.

Tony was brought in more profit and ideas than any other large scale company in the past fourteen months than many brought in their entire careers.

The media loved Tony's attitude, and ate up what he threw at them. Riley took no nonsense from the media, and protected her clients fiercely from the animals that were the reporters. Jace was bashful in the lime-light, and often kept his head down about in public when someone asked him for an interview. Evan even (ha!) got the occasional interview due to his talent, and the reporters loved him too. Tony found it funny that Evan, Riley, and himself were the most attention seeking of the group, but Jace currently got the most attention due to the fact his discovery was recent.

Tony shook his head to clear it, and took a drink of water. Blinking at the paper, he picked up his pen once more with a groan. He needed a personal assistant. With his permission, they could sign off on these things for him instead. The last forty-three (literally) hadn't worked out. Twelve had run out of the building screaming, twenty-one had burst into tears before leaving in a sobbing mess, and ten had ranted for almost five minutes before storming out. They couldn't handle the stress of working with Tony Stark.

So now he was stuck doing his own paperwork. Damn. Suddenly there was a commotion outside, a hissing sound, followed by howls of pain and a few crashes. After a second of surprise, he got up and opened the door.

He wasn't sure weather or no burst out laughing or yell. There was a woman staring at the guards with a look of satisfaction. When she noticed Tony staring at her, she glared at him, marching towards him.

"Mr. Stark. I found an error in your math. Believe me or not, but it's there." She took a small folder of paper and shoved it into his shocked hands. He had caught the mistake himself about a week ago (he made it due to exhaustion), but sent it down anyway to see if someone would correct him.

The woman stood, still glaring, arms crossed, foot tapping quickly, eyebrows raised. Tony looked up at her, and burst out laughing. The woman snorted, and spun on her heel before stalking away.

"Wait!" She froze, turning her head to look at him.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" He coughed a few times to stop laughing, and stood up straight.