5292/I have another Idea!

I have another Idea!
Date of Scene:	03 September 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Tony and Pepper chat over an idea of his for a new group.
Cast of Characters:	Pepper Potts, Iron Man

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Pepper Potts has posed:
Another day, another catastrophe undoubtedly looming on the horizon. Such is life, or so it seems. Pepper has been hard at it in her office since 7am. No pitfalls yet...but it has only been 45 minutes. She just likes to get an early start. Most people won't even be in for another hour or so. But this paperwork isn't going to do itself. At least until Tony comes up with a robot to fill it out for her. Which...is always a better than even probability. But the coffee is strong, and Pepper is in a newly tailored suit dress in pale pink. She's even having a good hair day with a gracefully-swept updo. It is a good morning.

Iron Man has posed:
    One of the other assitants was dropping off some paperwork items on Pepper's desk, and was headed out. She's nearly run over by Tony in the doorway, as he swings the door grandly open, bursting in as always without any preamble or warning.

    Except for the fact that JARVIS had just said, "Mr. Stark is on his way, Ms. Potts." So, there actually was a few seconds of warning. But the assistant didn't realize that it was actually going to be quite that short of a time before the boss appeared.

    "Excuse me sir," squeaks the assistant. Tony gestures distractedly at them without even really noticing them, entering without much pause. He has sunglasses on indoors: a suggestion that he's probably suffering a hangover. But he's upbeat and active, so it can't be too terrible. "Pep! I have something to run by you," Tony announces, directly approaching her desk, assuming she'll drop whatever she is doing. Of course.

Pepper Potts has posed:
"Let me guess," Pepper teases with a playful smile. "Bloody Mary on the rocks for electrolytes?" She grins and sets down her pen at a 45 degree angle on the paperwork before her. "Or are we already moving on to bagels?"

Iron Man has posed:
    "As if I couldn't multitask all of the above, plus a few more things?" Tony asks, striding in. He comes around her desk to squint over his glasses at what she's doing, but mostly just slides into her personal space, one hand on her desk, the other on the back of her chair. He then looks at her, a rogue's smile mildly obnoxious on his lips. Obnoxious only in his awareness of deliberately taking on a sexy pose close to her.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Tilting her head, Pepper grins and takes in the pose. "Well of course you could. And I can think of any number of things you'd be /great/ at multitasking. Soo..." She leans into his lean, equally invading his bubble. "Which of these many things that you'd be amazing at shall you be multitasking this morning, Dear?"

Iron Man has posed:
    "Well, you should know better than to offer me a drink and not provide," Tony teases her, lifting the hand from her desk to peel off his sunglasses and loosely tuck them into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He does look hungover, there's some squinting related to the bright window, but he deals with it. His tie brushes her as she leans in. "But I came in to get you to /name/ something for me," Tony says, reverting to his original reason for coming in quite as explosively as he did. Tony adjusts his position, to partially sit on her desk, facing her and her chair: casually comfortable anywhere and everywhere.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper picks up her phone and fires off a quick text, then sets it down to focus on Tony again. "Should we /really/ be naming that on company time?" She winks and offers him a mischievous grin. Then she straightens his tie a little and kisses his cheek while he's close. "And what, praytell, am I naming this morning?"

Just then, the office door opens. An assistant enters with a Bloody Mary - the perfect hangover remedy - and sets it on Pepper's desk before quietly excusing herself.

Iron Man has posed:
    "Well, as your boss, I can declare what is, or isn't, company time," Tony teases her in answer immediately. His dark eyes spark briefly with amusement, and he watches her with a quiet fondness as she adjusts his tie. There's a lot of bravado to Stark, but then small windows into more than just that, now and then. And that was one of those instants, where his smile softened just for her.

    Until the assistant came in. Tony doesn't lean away, but he does hook a grin to the assistant, immiedately back into his heightened charisma. "Great timing --....." Tony trails off, clearly forgetting her name. He does not remember the name of that assistant. He'll let Pepper fill in whatever the name is for the new assistant. There's just too many of them. He leans back to snare the drink off the desk where it was placed, relaxed.

    "The name of my new project. My idea is to form a group that /unifies/ these super teams. Pull in a member from each one. So I can dispense my information to them, and then THEY can tell their teammates. Or the other way: they bring information to this alliance group, and I don't have to go tracking them down and dealing with figuring out which of them is the one to talk to."

    Tony stops his quick speech to drink some of the Bloody Mary. "So that in cases like now, where we need people with mental magic, I can just say 'who has them' and get answers without sending out piles of messages."

Pepper Potts has posed:
"It's a sound idea," Pepper replies. "But of course it would be, coming from you, wouldn't it?" Her smile softens. There's no hint of teasing in the comment. "I just hope /one/ of those teams has a bucket of telepaths out there somewhere. Or what do you call a group of telepaths? A gaggle? A herd? Flock, maybe..." She trails off, seemingly absorbed in the unimportant detail. The sentiment is still there. "But it would definitely be a time saver, wouldn't it?"

Iron Man has posed:
    "Exactly. Why was I doing it myself, when I can get them to self-delegate?" Tony asks, with a rueful smile. He pauses, and admits, "Not that I really /was/ doing it all by myself. I wrote a program or two to help, but so many of them prefer to talk to me personally. I don't blame them, really. But some groups just don't have the organization we do." Tony's bragging, and it's subtle, for him.

    "I don't want to call a group of telepaths anything; that's a room I sure don't want to be in," Tony says, making a face of disgust, shaking his head. He leans forward to tap a finger on her hand, to get her attention back on the main subject. "What should it be called? United Heroes?"

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper smiles at the touch, and at his suggestion. "A little corny, but it certainly works. You're a genius. As always." She gives him that smile - the one that is only for him. When she holds the world at arm's length, she lets him in. Not that he wouldn't just let himself in, anyway. But it feels good sometimes to know that he is there, inside with her. It makes her feel safe, and secure, and terrified, and alive. /He/ makes her feel alive.

"I like it, Tony. As long as it isn't already copyrighted by some online game somewhere, I think it'll be perfect."

Iron Man has posed:
    "Is it, JARVIS?" Tony addresses the air, without looking up.

    "Yes, it is, sir," JARVIS replies.

    "Then we'll need something else," Tony looks at her, and then leans in close, kissing the side of her lips. Confidence, but a gentle quality to it. He brings up a hand to her cheek and touches the side of her hair near her ear, the edge of thumb grazing earlobe. "Let me know what it should be called." Tony winks, and then slides off the desk. He finishes the drink, leaving the glass behind. "As you know, I have the meeting with the German techs. Let's do lunch? I'm feeling like... mmmm. Pastrami sandwiches," Tony announces, as he heads out of her office. "Or something else, if you want." He's a giving soul. Really. And with that, Stark is off and onto something else.