5 - BUILDING BRIDGES

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘. Mercy already had Pepper's office number, but the entire situation revolving around her brother was apparently something only the redhead was working on, the other employees closest to her simply assuming she was on a personal project for Tony Stark--a matter that seemed to travel in whispers and raised eyebrows--and she was careful to ask different employees for different tasks, and the entire affair wasn't something that warranted dwalding or time wasted while on hold.

Meaning she got Pepper Potts' private phone number. 

It was more of a anticipatory feeling than anything, she told herself; after all, how many people could say they were able to call the CEO of Stark Industries if the urge ever came-of course, Mercy knew she would only call if necessary, especially since she wasn't too much a fan of talking on the phone to begin with. After returning from their visit with the Professor, she found herself in front of her work, a questioning look on her face as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"This is probably gonna be a bit time consuming," Pepper had explained, waving her hand to emphasize the disaster they had on their hands, "You might want to ask someone to take over for a while, or at least until everything's settled." 

She'd nodded, thoughts already jumping to who she would put in charge and what she would say, and a million other things at once, mind wandering in too many different directions to vocalize, until the sound of Pepper calling her back just as soon as she began to walk away jolted her back to reality. 

"Hold on," she called, leaning over the passenger's seat to hold out her phone, which had evidently fallen out of her pocket. 

"Thank you," Mercy said, accepting her phone with a polite nod, and she was about to put it in her pocket without a second thought when she noticed the screen was turned on, and somehow had been unlocked and opened to her contacts. 

Her heart began to race, despite knowing that she probably hadn’t seen anything--not that she kept anything terrible on her phone to begin with, but it would be tiring to explain why she still har David's contact saved even though he wasn't answering--and she knew there was no way she would be able to leisurely scroll through it anyway, seeing as how she had been driving up until that point, and she was certain that the split second in which she had gotten out hadn't been enough time to find or do anything. 

As she focused on the contact screen, she realized that Pepper had given her her phone number, and it took a great deal of energy not to squeal; she may have been professional on the outside, but on the inside, she was still a fan of the woman's work and the urge to pinch herself to make sure it was real washed over her. Instead, she watched her drive away, staring at the screen for another moment before shaking her head, a small smile beginning to form. 

But that had been yesterday, and her excitement over the brief turn of events dwindled when she realized she still had her own job to do--she would argue that it was her "real" job as well, although preventing her brother from blowing up New York City and killing millions of people was far more real than she wanted it to be--and it was decided that they would meet at a coffee shop early the next morning, seeing as how they weren't aware of David's timeline and the next morning worked perfectly for the both of them. 

She'd stayed late working in her office the day before to make up for some of the lost time she'd missed, and while waking up early had long become a habit of hers, Mercy wasn't as thrilled to be awake that morning, and her driving to the coffee shop was more dangerous than she would have liked to admit. Scanning the outdoors seating area, she couldn't see Pepper just yet, opting to buy something before she arrived, snagging a table in the corner and carefully sipping her drink while she waited, wondering if the redhead had purposely chosen the shop or if it was merely convenient. 

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