The Famous Pepper Potts (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wildlyconflicted) wrote2011-01-07 03:30 am
wildlyconflicted) wrote2011-01-07 03:30 am
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[For Peter] Dated 17 January
More than anything else right now, Pepper just feels stupid.
Pepper is and always has been one of those people who knows which way the wind is blowing. While she's certainly not a Stark-level genius, she pays close attention. She jealously hordes information, and being too close to this particular situation isn't an excuse for missing the obvious; if anything, she should have been more aware from the start.
God, how could she be such an idiot to think she and Tony could ever work?
It's been a couple of days since the nuclear reactor and discovery of the space station. It's been just as long since the last conversation she had with Tony wherein she said more than one word. He's been gone most of the time, the station a good excuse to focus on something other than the way she's freezing him out, but as always, Pepper can't escape the way Tony can. She lives in a home he designed, attended by the AI he programmed. The whole damned island is abuzz about his celestial discovery, and she can't leave the house without someone asking her about it. She wishes she weren't so damned bitter; with as difficult as it is to be objective, even she can acknowledge that discovering a space station is incredibly cool.
All of this is why she's going to see Peter, who doesn't know Tony the way she does but knows him well enough. Peter, who will pull no punches and give it to her straight when she can't sort through the tangle of her own emotions to see what the hell she should do. Sympathy would be nice, but more than anything she needs a sounding board, a confidant, and there isn't anyone else better qualified. Never mind that she's 38 today, forgotten again, and feels justified in having a good rant (or at least a good drink).
Pepper is and always has been one of those people who knows which way the wind is blowing. While she's certainly not a Stark-level genius, she pays close attention. She jealously hordes information, and being too close to this particular situation isn't an excuse for missing the obvious; if anything, she should have been more aware from the start.
God, how could she be such an idiot to think she and Tony could ever work?
It's been a couple of days since the nuclear reactor and discovery of the space station. It's been just as long since the last conversation she had with Tony wherein she said more than one word. He's been gone most of the time, the station a good excuse to focus on something other than the way she's freezing him out, but as always, Pepper can't escape the way Tony can. She lives in a home he designed, attended by the AI he programmed. The whole damned island is abuzz about his celestial discovery, and she can't leave the house without someone asking her about it. She wishes she weren't so damned bitter; with as difficult as it is to be objective, even she can acknowledge that discovering a space station is incredibly cool.
All of this is why she's going to see Peter, who doesn't know Tony the way she does but knows him well enough. Peter, who will pull no punches and give it to her straight when she can't sort through the tangle of her own emotions to see what the hell she should do. Sympathy would be nice, but more than anything she needs a sounding board, a confidant, and there isn't anyone else better qualified. Never mind that she's 38 today, forgotten again, and feels justified in having a good rant (or at least a good drink).