Tony splashed around in his rich person pad's posh pool. His beloved pepper grinder floated lazily around the pool, wrapped in a child's arm floatie.
Happy stood by, watching this all go down. He was wearing sunglasses, which isn't particularly important.
"Mr. Stark, an SMS text message for you from Pepper Potts." Jarvis' voice softly called from a nearby and thankfully waterproof speaker.
Thrashing about to jump out of the pool and over to his cellular device, Tony screamed, "PEPPER!" He slapped a few buttons on his watch and a rocket fired from somewhere--a direct hit to Tony's pepper grinder mistress.
It's actually a good thing Happy was wearing those sunglasses after all. The tidal wave caused by the explosion made him soaking wet, except his eyes. Those remained simply moist--par for the course for eyes.
Tony screamed, "ARGH!" It had been a butt text... a butt text that cut him to the heart.
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FanfictionThe struggles and setbacks of a guy named Tony Stark. Heard of him?
