It was the ride home. Pepper grinder Pepper was still the only Pepper in Tony's life, thanks to Pepper the former... Pepper Potts Pepper, not Pepper grinder Pepper.
Oh, Peppers.... Tony stared out the window at all the blinking lights of the city and all the street people who live around there too but usually are conveniently shooed away from the cameras when Hollywood rolls through town.
"Hey, Mr. Tony, do you want me to turn on the radio? I always like to listen to the radio when I'm upset."
"WERE YOU LISTENING TO THE RADIO WHEN BUCKY KILLED MY PARENTS?" There was silence. "What's that, Pepper? Yeah, I think I will put up that chauffeur divider thing now." It took Tony a few tries to get that divider button working, but he finally managed to wall himself off in the backseat.
And so they traveled.... Happy was left to hum pop hits softly to himself, and Tony was left to his ever expanding self-destructive streak. Meanwhile, Pepper Potts was as happy a workaholic military contracting executive as ever.
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FanfictionThe struggles and setbacks of a guy named Tony Stark. Heard of him?
