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It doesn’t hit her until she’s reading Agent Coulson’s briefing--Obadiah Stane is dead, and Pepper flipped the switch.
She must make a noise, something to alert Coulson.
“Ms. Potts, are you alright? SHEILD has connections with a number of very good therapists.” He trails off with a sardonic smile that seems to look right through her.
She can still feel the frightening calm and accompanying undercurrent of sheer terror, frantically sabotaging the controls of the arc reactor. If Tony Stark died--well, that didn’t bear thinking about.
“No, I’m fine.” And now for the truly scary part: she is.