A/N: Mm... I have no idea where this came from! I was making notes on another story I'm working on, and the phrase "Ice Queen" popped up. Which got me thinking of ice cream. And then this happened... I don't know what it was that Tony wanted Pepper to do, or whether she agreed in the end, but I don't think it matters all that much. This scene doesn't fit in my other story at all, but I kind of liked it, so I thought I'd publish it anyway. Feel free to review, or not - I won't be offended!

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Ice Queen


"Oh come onnnn, Pep!" Tony was pleading now, and giving her the benefit of his Very Best puppy-dog eyes.

"No. I'm going home," Pepper replied firmly, as she gathered up the last of her papers.

"I'll give you a raise?"

"You just gave me a raise last month."

"I did? Then I'll give you another raise."

Pepper raised her eyebrows quizzically. "Tony, do you even know how much you pay me?"

Tony merely waved his hand dismissively. "No idea. I have you for that. So; will you do it?"

"No! I just want- "

"What? What do you want? Tell me, and it's yours." Now he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, clearly struggling to contain his eagerness.

Pepper sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She could feel her headache getting worse by the second.

"I want to go home. I want to take off my shoes, I want to lie on my couch, I want to watch crap on TV. And I want Ben & Jerry's."

"Okay, I'll buy you Ben & Jerry's. I can do that," he replied earnestly.

"I can buy my own Ben & Jerry's. You know; with that huge salary you don't even know you pay me?"

"No! I'll buy you Ben & Jerry's. All of it. For you. The whole shebang. Think about it, Pep, you'll have ice cream on tap for life."

"Yeahhhh... I don't think it's for sale, Tony. And even if it was, I don't think they'd sell it to you."

"They wouldn't?" He looked genuinely surprised. "Why not?"

"I don't think 'Merchant of Death' quite fits with their company values."

"Oh." There was a long pause while Tony seemed to consider this. He ruffled his hair distractedly and, after several long moments of contemplation, he spoke again.

"What about Haagen Dazs?"