[ It's been...quiet. Pepper supposes this is, when she thinks of it, a vast improvement considering what she's had to deal with—botched interviews, rescheduling meetings, the press, everything. It's exhausting, it's repetitious, it's Tony, but it's normal. Their normal.
The thought is fleeting, though she smiles to herself as she walks through an equally quiet beach house. So much time had been devoted to Stark Tower, staying in New York and simply following through with their plans for another that it'd been almost too much to consider coming back. It's nostalgic though, like a get-away that probably could have been a million times more extravagant if she'd given into Tony's whims. There's something nice, something them before, well, them that Pepper likes; even if she doesn't voice it outright, it's still in her body language and that present twist of her mouth.
Clearing their schedule has been worth every moment.
So, when she finally makes it down the steps - barefoot now rather than in heels - to enter the workshop, Pepper leans against the doorway with her arms crossed. Still quiet, the softest smile, she debates whether to attract his attention or wait until he notices. She decides on a time limit: five minutes. ]
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING
The thought is fleeting, though she smiles to herself as she walks through an equally quiet beach house. So much time had been devoted to Stark Tower, staying in New York and simply following through with their plans for another that it'd been almost too much to consider coming back. It's nostalgic though, like a get-away that probably could have been a million times more extravagant if she'd given into Tony's whims. There's something nice, something them before, well, them that Pepper likes; even if she doesn't voice it outright, it's still in her body language and that present twist of her mouth.
Clearing their schedule has been worth every moment.
So, when she finally makes it down the steps - barefoot now rather than in heels - to enter the workshop, Pepper leans against the doorway with her arms crossed. Still quiet, the softest smile, she debates whether to attract his attention or wait until he notices. She decides on a time limit: five minutes. ]