Whenever Tony starts a late night (early morning?) phone call with, "Pepper I have a question for you..." the conversation rarely ends well (for me. Everything ends well for Tony; he's a ridiculously lucky person in some respects). Tony's questions, or at least the late night/early morning variety, are rarely simple. Never, "Should I wear the navy blue or the crimson red tie?" (He should wear purple. It looks good with his eyes.) They're always of a nature that will inevitably result in me being exhausted the next day and achieving some feat that always falls outside of the job description. (Maxim twins anyone?)
Last night...no. Saturday morning's question (you know Saturday the 4th of July? My day "off"?) Saturday morning's 3:07am question was, "Could I throw a barbecue at the house tomorrow?" (I don't know, Tony. Can you? You're a genius. You figure it out.) "For the 4th?" (or as I like to call it, The Day You Promised You'd Handle Things on Your Own and Not Call Me So I Could Have a Day Off...But Didn't.) And then he continued on about what we could serve for food and what music should we play? and do I know were the grill he's pretty sure he has is? and could I call around for a fireworks display off the beach?
........if I didn't like him as much as I did and didn't appreciate my job as much as I do, I think I would have hung up and thrown the damn Blackberry out the window. He probably would have just come over. "Seems like your phone's fritzing out, Potts. I'll get you a better one. So about that barbecue..."
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Surprisingly, he didn't want a huge... thing. Or at least I found that out after I convinced him that his little assistant does not stay up until the wee hours of the morning working on whatever new Genius-Project-That-Will-Revolutionize-the-World like he does. Me? I need sleep. And to keep up with him? I need a lot.
The party was tame, by Tony Stark standards. I spent most of the evening doing as I always do - wallflowering in the background and hoping that Tony doesn't find me and try to get me "involved" in the party. He never listens to, "No." I'm overseeing the clean up right now. I've been here since 8:00am. The gracious host? Passed out and tucked in upstairs in his room. Sleeping. I want to know where the duck came from, but sometimes it's better not to ask.
I honestly can't remember a life that didn't revolve around what Tony Wants and Needs.
Pepper Potts · Sun Jul 05, 2009 @ 08:42pm · 0 Comments |