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“Hold on- are you writing on me with a pen?” Tony looked over at Pepper, trying uselessly to get his hand out of her grip as she wrote on him.
“Anything to make you remember anything, ever. You ignore Jarvis-” she mumbled, concentrating on keeping her writing neat as she wrote around a small grease stain on the back of his hand.
X
It had been a couple of months since what was now being referred to as “The Incident.”
All of the so-called Avengers has dispersed as quickly as they could, some dropping off the map entirely while others roamed the helicarrier.
Pepper was usually off in Germany helping SI’s branch there coordinate repairs for Loki’s damage, and Tony had only a few floors of the renovated Stark- now Avengers, although an attempt to rally up at least some of the team failed, preferring the helicarrier or undisclosed locations over forced interaction- tower as it waited to be rebuilt.
The rest of Manhattan was, of course, all his fault, so now he had to rebuild that before his vertical mansion, as the media called it.
And he was so goddamn tired.
Tony was pretty sure he hadn’t slept in days, or properly since the whole “Incident” fiasco- nor did he want to- and he was staring blearily as the note Pepper had written, trying to process it. New layers of grease covered pieces of it, some others having entirely disappeared.
“J, what the hell was I supposed to do?”
“It can wait for you to sleep, Sir. Your new prescription was filled and delivered this morning.”
Tony nodded, pushing himself up from his work desk, stumbling to the door to his workshop.