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New Fic: Living Dangerously

Living Dangerously
Fandom: Iron Man
Rated: PG
Category: Humor, established relationship, Pepperony.
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
Summary: Tony buys Pepper a gift, and for once, he gets it right.
Word Count: 683
Note: This one is all for cleothemuse, who gave me the idea ages and ages ago.See, sometime in early 2014, Coca-Cola announced that it was taking BVO (brominated vegetable oil) out of Powerade, because of concerns over the safety of the additive. One thing led to another on Twitter, and here we are.

xxx

“Tony?”

A muffled grunt was the only response, so Pepper rolled her eyes and tried again.

“Tony?”

This time, she got a single semi-word. “Huh?”

“What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

“This,” said Pepper, waving a hand toward four large pallets of boxes that had been delivered to the front porch instead of the back dock that led to Tony’s lab, where large packages usually went.

Tony wandered over to her from his spot on the couch and grinned.

“Oh,” he said, “that’s for you.”

Pepper’s eyebrows rose into her hairline. “For me?”

Tony nodded and beamed. “Yep.”

Pepper sighed and fought the urge to roll her eyes again. Instead, she put on a smile and sweetly blinked at Tony.

“And what is it?”

“It doesn’t say?” asked Tony innocently.

“No, Tony, it doesn’t say.”

Tony inspected the package and nodded. “Huh. Guess it doesn’t.”

“Tony…” warned Pepper.

Tony picked up on Pepper’s tone and held his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. Calm down.”

Pepper gave him a look, and Tony stepped around her to the package and tore off a corner of the brown paper obscuring the contents from view.

As he did so, he bowed and announced, “It’s Powerade!”

Pepper looked at him like he was crazier than usual.

“Powerade?”

Tony nodded, clearly proud of himself.

“Yep. All purple! And all for you!”

Pepper blinked. “Why?”

“Because you like it!”

“Okay, but why exactly do I need four pallets of it?”

“I heard they were changing it!”

Pepper blinked again. “And?”

“And I know how much you hate it when they change things you like, and…”

“They’re taking out an additive, Tony.”

Now it was Tony’s turn to blink and he echoed Pepper’s words. “And?”

“And it’s possibly harmful, so that’s not a bad thing.”

Tony snorted. “Oh, please. You get more exposure to possible mutagens standing next to me,” he said, tapping his arc reactor for emphasis.

Pepper tipped her head sideways, conceding the point.

“Well, maybe I should be more careful about that,” she said, sending Tony a teasing look.

Tony put a hand to his chest and gaped at her. “Really, Pepper, that stings,” he said.

“Whatever,” replied Pepper, rolling her eyes yet again at Tony. “Now, put this stuff away before they start delivering all your lab crap out here, too.”

“You’re keeping it?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I thought you said it was bad for you.”

“What can I say? I like to live dangerously,” she said, sauntering off into the house and throwing Tony a wink over her shoulder.

Tony followed her, all thoughts of packages forgotten.

But later, he actually did put the pallets where they belonged.

When Pepper saw them in the pantry that night, she grinned.

Because while it was true that she did try to avoid artificial additives where she could, it was also true that she loved her Powerade – especially the purple – and she really did hate it when they changed things she loved.

She’d have to try the new stuff to see how it tasted before making a decision on whether or not the additive made any difference, but for now, she’d drink her old standby and smile.

Because for once, Tony had gotten it right, and that in and of itself was cause for celebration.

Pepper grabbed a case to put in the upstairs fridge.

As she did, she noticed the sign.

Pepper shook her head. Only Tony, she thought. Only Tony.

She laughed as she read the words on it, the black Sharpie clear on the scrap of cardboard.

Pepper Potts’ Pallets of Purple Powerade.

Despite his label, Pepper labored under no delusions that Tony wouldn’t drink half her stash, but she had to applaud his alliteration, and it was a sweet sentiment.

So sweet that when she crawled into bed a short time later, with Tony somehow already there and not tinkering away downstairs, she sidled right up next to him and laid her head next to his arc reactor.

Because she hadn’t just been teasing Tony earlier.

She really did like to live dangerously after all.

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xfirefly9x
Feb. 24th, 2015 11:19 pm (UTC)
Cute! :)
jackwabbit
Feb. 25th, 2015 03:55 am (UTC)
Thanks!
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