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When Tony walks out through the terminal in his crinkled uniform, he's greeted by mobs of anxious people, eyes peeled on the exit he came out of as they wait for their own loved ones with baited breath. His eyes scour through the crowds until he spots a single strawberry blonde head, and before he knows it, they're flying towards each other. Tony wraps his arms around Pepper tightly, and she tucks her head into his chest, despite being almost the same height. And Pepper isn't the type to cry, but he gets it. Because he felt it too, lying in his bunker late at night, the ring of gunshots his soundtrack for slumber, hoping Pepper was all right all alone even though he knows she's more capable than himself. And now that he finally has his Pepper, his mind barely recognizes the sobs and cries around him, he can only smell the scent of citron and rosemary he knows so well, feel the familiar curves pressed against his body, hear the rapid heartbeats shared between the two of them, and he thinks, this is home.