The Man with no Heart (Tony Stark) - ON HOLD

Scandals

“I want more sugar…”

“No more sugar in the coffee. That is perfectly fine for you”

“I want…”

“No cheeseburgers. And I could not believe my eyes when I saw the fridge!”

“What the hell…?”

“I thought I could change a few things around the house? It looks so much better like this”

“No it doesn’t!”

“Yes, it does.”

Well, you can guess these were just a few moments of Pepper Potts first days as my personal assistant. 

What? It is me we are talking about.

I have this tendency to be an asshole.

But I really liked her determination, her guts to go against my words and do as she thought was best.

She was genuine, and I liked that.

Gosh, I liked everything about her.

She was so damned sensual, wearing those formal outfits of hers, not daring, at all, but amazingly gorgeous.

And, oh, I could only start a conversation about how much I love to annoy her.

These last few days were totally different, for me. And I felt as I did not feel in a really long time.

It was as if her presence gave another sense to the house.

It gave it life.

But, being me, as usual, a few days were totally enough to screw things up.

Damn, I knew she was not like any other personal assistants I had. She did not throw herself at me nor did she ever fall for any of my cheap enchantments.       

No.

She made it very clear.

Sometimes I felt as if she hated me, which was normal, I was always bugging her.

That had become my new favorite thing to do.

But, last night, I might have crossed the limits with her.

*flashback*

 

“Pepper… c-could you come here?!” I mumbled, through the phone, not dealing very well with the unusually high dosage of alcohol in my blood.

“I am not going anywhere! This is my day off. More! It is night already!”

“Pepper… I... could use some help now… w-where are you?”

“That is not your concern. End of convers…”

“Pepper!” I snapped, interrupting her “What are you like on a date or something? I am more important!” I leaned my face against the floor, where I was lying down, feeling extremely nauseated.

“I am, actually. Handle yourself.”

“You never told me you had someone”

“Clearly, that is not of your concern, again”

“Peppeeeeer… I… ugh” I might have puked by that time

“Ew, that’s it. I am hanging up”

“Pep…”

“Do not call…!”

I interrupted her “well you got pretty used to Pepper, isn’t it nice. What’s your real name again?”