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Title: Charity Starts At Home
Spoilers: None
Fandom: Crossover - Iron Man/Supernatural
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kellifer_fic
Category: Gen
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Pepper Potts drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the counter. The men, or more accurately boys because Pepper had learned to tell the difference despite age working for Tony, who were currently loitering in the entryway both snapped their eyes to her.
"Can I get you two anything?"
The taller one, Samuel if she remembered correctly and she always did, cleared his throat and nudged the other who had started toeing at the marble floor with a boot. "No, thankyou. We're fine. We're just here to..." he made a small gesture with his hand that could have meant anything but Pepper decided to read it the way he probably meant and nodded slightly.
"I'll just go get your things."
Later, in the basement, Pepper eyed Tony. He was trying to manipulate the robotic arm he was working on to get whiskey to his mouth without having to disengage from the delicate work he was doing on the suit. Tony finally looked up at her when he could feel her stare, already frowning. "What?"
"Just tell me they're not using what you gave them to hold up a mini-mart."
"I certainly hope not," Tony deadpanned but then cracked a grin. "Oh, c'mon. They're good boys. My dad knew their dad, yada yada." Tony made an expansive gesture with his arm and ended up with whiskey all over his chest.
"I just..." Pepper cast about, her hand finally landing on Tony's mask that had been set aside. "They look more like they need a homecooked meal than a gun."
Tony paused in his work for a moment and chuckled. "Believe me, Dean would have found his way to the kitchen before you even knew he was in the house."
Pepper raised an eyebrow and Tony half-shrugged, a lift of the shoulder not encased in metal. "When they come back in a few months, you can pack 'em a lunch, okay?"
"You're impossible."
"That's half my charm."
Spoilers: None
Fandom: Crossover - Iron Man/Supernatural
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: Gen
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Pepper Potts drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the counter. The men, or more accurately boys because Pepper had learned to tell the difference despite age working for Tony, who were currently loitering in the entryway both snapped their eyes to her.
"Can I get you two anything?"
The taller one, Samuel if she remembered correctly and she always did, cleared his throat and nudged the other who had started toeing at the marble floor with a boot. "No, thankyou. We're fine. We're just here to..." he made a small gesture with his hand that could have meant anything but Pepper decided to read it the way he probably meant and nodded slightly.
"I'll just go get your things."
Later, in the basement, Pepper eyed Tony. He was trying to manipulate the robotic arm he was working on to get whiskey to his mouth without having to disengage from the delicate work he was doing on the suit. Tony finally looked up at her when he could feel her stare, already frowning. "What?"
"Just tell me they're not using what you gave them to hold up a mini-mart."
"I certainly hope not," Tony deadpanned but then cracked a grin. "Oh, c'mon. They're good boys. My dad knew their dad, yada yada." Tony made an expansive gesture with his arm and ended up with whiskey all over his chest.
"I just..." Pepper cast about, her hand finally landing on Tony's mask that had been set aside. "They look more like they need a homecooked meal than a gun."
Tony paused in his work for a moment and chuckled. "Believe me, Dean would have found his way to the kitchen before you even knew he was in the house."
Pepper raised an eyebrow and Tony half-shrugged, a lift of the shoulder not encased in metal. "When they come back in a few months, you can pack 'em a lunch, okay?"
"You're impossible."
"That's half my charm."