Title: Sugar & Spice
Author: clarahow // agentroxylancelots // charleybradburies (will be posted after challenge)
Fandom: Iron Man / MCU / Marvel
Characters: Pepper Potts & Tony Stark (& JARVIS)
Pairing: Pepperony
Length: 420w
Rating: T
Summary: It's not a stuffed animal. It's a promotion.
Content Notes: All-dialogue (will be counted for SBIGTTS)
Author Notes: Written for challenge #76: Question. AU in which Pepper has joined the Earth's mightiest heroes in doing that Avenging thing. (Starts with Pepper reading an NY Times article about that.) Lots of Hashtag Married bickering. Like 96.3% bickering.
Author's PS: Somehow (???) I forgot to mention that this week is my 'Pepper Week' - based on a Tumblr event that I missed last December. I'm matching up those prompts with challenges. This is for day one: favorite scene(s). (Three of) my favorite Pepper scenes are the dancing one "I don't think you could tie your shoes without me", the badass "who's the hot mess now?" scene, and the stuffed animal "how could I have missed it?" scene, so I drew from those. <3

“The Iron Wife, they’re saying, apparently.”

“They’re not serious.”

“The Times is quite serious, actually.”

“But that’s not -"

“I know, I know, not iron. But I think it’s past time for people to learn that now.”

“No, that’s not what I was -"

“Oh, then what? Because I’m not a superhero?”

“No, no…you’ve always been a superhero.”

“Right...”

“What? It’s true, Pep.”

“Don’t ‘Pep’ me, Anthony.”

“Hey, JARVIS? Can you and the guys get me that present from the other day?”

“Oh, jeez, Tony. This better not be another stuffed or blow-up animal that weighs more than I do.”

“No, you’re gonna like this. Well, at least I hope you will.”

“I’m not gonna like it if it’s another stuffed animal.”

“It’s not a stuffed animal. It’s a...promotion.”

“You can’t give me a promotion, I am the highest - oh, God.”

“Told you it wasn’t a stuffed animal.”

“That’s massive! Am I supposed to wear that?”

“You don’t have to, I can get another-"

“No, no, it’s gorgeous, I just…"

“A few years ago, there was a point at which you told me I couldn’t tie my shoes without you. But now, I know that…I don’t want to. Frankly, I don’t want to do anything without you. And yes, while you have the highest ranking position possible in the company, you’re also the highest ranking in my life. And I want it in writing.”

“What happened to not wanting to settle down? Being a free, independent man?”

“Same thing that made me want to save the world…you happened.”

“You proved to me that I have a heart, by occupying it. By tying my shoes and scolding me and plopping your pretty little butt down on the couch and being too stubborn to leave.”

“Did you really just say plopping?”

“Yes?”

“If this is supposed to be a marriage proposal the word plopping isn’t exactly conducive to a romantic moment.”

“If? I literally started this conversation by handing you an engagement ring, and now I’m nearing the end of the speech part where I get all schmaltzy talking about how much I love you - what part of that doesn’t scream marriage proposal? I guess, I’m not kneeling, so I’ll give you that, but really, other than that…”

“I’m taking the kiss as a yes.”

“The world is lucky your suits don’t have shoelaces.”

“Okay, that was rude.”

“But…I will always be here to tie them, when you are wearing shoes.”

“And remember your So. Security number, because somehow you still don’t know it.”