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“Darling! Pass me that psionic wrench, would you?”
Tony thrusts a hand out behind her and waggles her fingers impatiently, sensing Pepper’s approach as she always does.
Her uniform is in complete disarray, suit jacket discarded in a crumpled heap on the ground, shirtsleeves pushed up past pointy elbows and collar half-up. Somehow, her red shirt is still unstained and Pepper takes a moment to admire her Captain in her element (and those lovely broad shoulders) before she closes Tony’s fingers firmly around a digipad.
“It’s 08:00 hours local star time, Captain. Time to start doing your actual job, and let your engineers do theirs.”
Tony turns, glances at the blinking red light of the urgent alerts on the digipad, and pouts.
“But my love,” she tries, “do you really want me talking to General Fury before I’ve had a globe of caffeine?”
Pepper hands her one with a raised brow. “Will that be all, Captain?”
“You’re wondrous, Officer Potts. Do I also get a morning hug?”
Pepper steps closer and winds her arms around Tony’s waist. “I’ll do you one better,” she murmurs, and kisses her sweetly.
“That’ll be all, First Officer,” Tony breathes smugly into her ear.