This is rated T, for swearing. Pepper x Tony, Movieverse, post movie.
AN: I/ own/ Iron Man/ kickass superhero glowy-chest man/
Okay… no, I don't… I don't own Peeps, either…
"Pepper, come back!"
Tony stumbled out onto the roof after his redheaded assistant, dropping his half-empty shot glass on the way. "Peppeeeeer!!"
The incensed woman spun on her stiletto heel, scowling. "Tony Stark, I have had enough!"
The billionaire industrialist threw up his hands. "Oh, come on, Pepper…"
Pepper pointed a finger accusingly. "I am fed up with your ridiculous behavior! This is the last time you will do this to me!"
"C'mon," Tony slurred. "Isn't that a bit extreme?"
"You are a disgusting scotch-soaked slug! You are completely wasted!"
"But Pepper, I swear to drunk I'm not God!!"
"Your drinking is a result of post-traumatic stress disorder!!"
"Oh, c'mon, you don't actually believe that bullshit!"
The irate aide grabbed her plastered boss's arm, dragging him back into the huge, modern house. She yanked him down the stairs and into one of the many bathrooms. She propped him up against the wall and locked the door behind them, immediately beginning to fill the tub with ice-cold water.
Watter ya doin', Peeeepper?" Tony muttered. "hey… Peepper… that's kinda funny... like Peeps… y'know, the marshmallow things… that are covered with sugar… I like Peeps…" he was talking more to himself than anyone else now.
Pepper sighed, stopping the flow of water and pulling Tony up from where he was flopped against the sink. She pulled him over to the bath and promptly dunked his head under.
He was perfectly still for a moment, but then he started writhing around ferociously, kicking and smacking randomly and shaking his head under the clear liquid. Pepper, shocked, yanked him out. He gasped and spat, body shaking violently as he wheezed, eyes wide and panicked. He slumped against the side of the tub, tense and unnerved.
Pepper crouched beside him. "Oh my God, Tony, I'm so sorry… are you okay? Tony? Tony?" he didn't move, instead staring blankly ahead while his chest heaved with labored breaths. She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. "Tony?"
He moved suddenly, lashing out and hitting her hand away. She jerked back, worried for (and slightly scared of) her boss.
"Tony?" she whispered reverentially.
The sound of his trusted assistants voice seemed to snap the businessman out of his trance. He blinked, and turned to Pepper, who was ducked under the sink nervously.
"Pepper?" he murmured. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear it.
The redhead jumped to her feet. "Oh, thank God you're all right…"
He held a hand up and she stopped in her tracks. "I'm fine. Lemme just get up…"
He stood up shakily, gripping the edge of the bathtub. He took a deep breath and let go.
And promptly fell flat on his ass.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as Pepper rushed towards him and bent down to help him up. "Ow. That was painful."
Pepper let him lean on her as they made their way to the door. "What was that?"
Tony twisted his face into a wry smile. "Post-traumatic fucking stress disorder."