Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts
Notes: G, ficlet, pure silliness.
Summary: Tony explores his inner artist.
“Miss Potts, come down here,” the voice of Tony Stark demanded through the intercom.
What now? Pepper wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Tony had been, well, loopy, the last few days and she never quite knew what awaited her after a summons. But hers was to obey, so setting her laptop down on the sofa, she headed for Tony’s inner sanctum.
“What do you think?” he asked as she entered the workshop.
“This!” He waved his hand at a metallic shape that stood about six feet tall.
“That?” Pepper was perplexed.
“Yes, that.” Tony sounded impatient.
She shook her head slightly. “It looks like you soldered together thousands of paperclips.”
“I did!” Obviously the accomplishment pleased him considering the delighted expression on his face.
“Oh? That’s the best you can do?”
“Perhaps if you told me what it was, I could do better,” she pointed out helpfully.
Sighing, he complied. “This is an artistic representation of my inner angst.” He said it as if it should be obvious.
Tilting her head, she pursed her lips, then asked, “Your inner angst looks like an office supply room explosion?”
“You have no soul, Potts.”
“Oh, I do, Mr. Stark, but it doesn’t normally reside at Office Depot.”
“You’re very funny. Ever considered a career in stand up?”
“All the time,” she replied, trying very hard not to laugh. “Will that be all, Mr. Stark?”
“That will be all, Miss Potts.” He turned back to his creation. “Maybe if I added some jumbo clips….”
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