The transition from L.A to NYC wasn't too hard to Tony Stark's personal assistant.
Pepper Potts was fully capable of adjusting to new settings, most of which were in part thanks to her eccentric moody boss, Tony Stark otherwise known as Iron Man. The woman had been working alongside the dark haired billionaire for over decade. And within those years many rumors had circulated around regarding her and her boss. Were they together? Was she just hired for her looks? Was he just keeping a hooker on a professional retainer? Did they hook up? Was it in her contract? Many of these wild accusations were ignored by Stark Industries. They were that outlandish. Whoever thought she and Tony Stark could ever be a 'thing' were too insane to talk to. While her social life had been greatly stunted thanks to her work, she liked to think that someday she would break free and find someone nice and settle down. Why on earth would she want to watch herself work until she died as Tony Stark's assistant.
Working for said genius wasn't too terrible though. She loved her job, if she didn't, she wouldn't have been able to put up with its demanding pressure or Tony's annoying quirks for as long as she had. Still, Pepper rarely had time to date and maybe if she did date some of the obnoxious rumors would simmer down. But would she be able to find someone she could trust and someone who Tony would rip to shreds? Her job could intimidate people just as much as her boss could. Finding a man who didn't care about petty details was hard to do when the redhead barely had any time for herself. So at the end of the day, her social life had taken a backseat while she worked on papers and scheduled meetings and fetched coffee and handled press release statements. Over all, Pepper barely noticed how lonely her life was until she finally got in bed.
That was it.
There was no one to talk to at the end of a long stressful day. She was alone but too busy to notice it usually. But there were points during the day where she would be so stressed that she wanted to talk to someone. The last person she could complain to was Tony. They were friends but things were complicated between them. Not to mention they had kissed and then pretended it never happened. What on earth had I been thinking? She would wonder to herself whenever the event crept back into her mind, as if finding a way out of the corner it had been shoved into. But to answer her own question, it had just been the moment. The woman had been swept into a hero's arms and her life had been saved. She was overwhelmed and just kissed him because she almost died and he almost died and they were together and it was all sorts of mismatched romance, a disaster waiting to happen really.
And it was that fact, that she and Tony Stark were a horrible idea fabricated by nuts who wanted Tony to fail, that made Pepper Potts cringe slightly. Maybe because she once toyed with the idea when she was sober. Either way, Pepper was now even more busy with Tony's new 'Green Race' idea thing. She was so busy that she forgot about being in a new city or that she and her boss once kissed. She was running around and making plans. Tony seemed determined, slightly more than usual, to give himself a better name. After dealing with fishy weaponry for so long, it wouldn't happen over night but Pepper was happy to help. She had just left her own apartment, courtesy of Tony, when she walked down the street and saw the news from inside a tv store. She paused having caught Tony's name. With a sigh, she pulled out her PDA and went right to work. She was greeted with several e mails asking about the man's statements. Pepper quickly got Tony's coffee and was in route to his own apartment which had been equipped with his tech and lab essentials.
They were only a block away so Pepper ignored Tony's ringtone and just let herself into his apartment and set the coffee down. "I assume you've seen the press release from your latest fanboy." Pepper smiled as she set her purse down. She had on her usual attire of a skirt, blazer and blouse, and heels. Her strawberry tinted hair was twisted up into a bun as she picked up her own disposable cup of coffee. His apartment was much bigger than hers but then again, she spent more with him than anywhere else so she didn't care. And she was a simple girl with simple tastes, she hated all of the extravagant luxuries Tony thrived on. "I can prepare a press conference this afternoon or you can give me something to release if you want to stay holed up in here some more..." Pepper smiled and waved a hand slightly as she set her cup down and walked over to the tv and turned it off mute to hear the man finish.
"A man like Tony Stark lacks real conviction and values, he isn't someone our children should be looking up to." Cowl said. "A man too distracted by his meaningless work to notice anything else outside the small world of his." Pepper just turned it off and smirked a little. Poor Tony. She thought and shook her head. "He really hates you...I guess a fruit basket exchange isn't going to happen." She laughed slightly and glanced to her boss.
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The super solider had woken up in a time of confusion. He had a date, he had made a date with Peggy and he knew he couldn't keep it. He knew as soon as he hit the water he would be dead but the world would be saved. Peggy would be saved. He would be a good man and that's all he needed. Wasn't it? But when he awoke, he was surprised to find himself alive. What had happened? Before he could take anything in, he knew that if he was alive he could find Peggy and they could have that dance. He went to find her but what he found instead was a different would more corrupt than when he had supposedly left it. So much had changed and he felt more alone than ever. Everyone he knew was dead, or pretty darn close to it. Steve was still trying to grasp concepts that many would laugh at.
He was outsider in a world he had saved.
Yet he knew he needed to move on. And also to break inside of it. The world had changed and he had not. Was he supposed to change with it? Was he supposed to put on tight clothes, dye his hair and slip on shades to hide his pure blue eyes? Steve wasn't ready to more culture shock. Enough of that threatened to kill him whenever he turned on the television. He was still working his way toward the computer. The closest man he considered a father figure was Howard Stark. That great man had passed away some tie ago and Steve only knew about Tony Stark. From what Steve had heard, Tony was a lot like his womanizing old man. But unlike Tony, Howard had earned Steve's respect. And now Steve wasn't sure what to do. He honestly wanted very little to do with Tony or anyone else.
Even so, the shy boy did have some fire within him. The ice hadn't stolen that away from him at least. The boy wanted to fight, to do something but at the moment there wasn't much to do. It seemed things were safe thanks to other heroes. Captain America seemed no longer needed and Steve was trying to fall back into civilian life but it wasn't easy. For the most part, he stayed in his room at SHIELD unless he was in the gym pounding away or working out somehow. He wanted to stay in shape but he also wanted something to do. There were a few times that he would be approached by someone to go out to a movie or to look around New York some more but it made him nervous. So all the blond could do was decline and retreat back within his shell like an old tortoise. His will to move on was hard to capture and utilize it seemed.
However it was possible that thanks to Nick Fury, that Steve Rogers could see some glimmer within his life. His sort of young life. There was an undercover mission that they were considering him for. The details weren't to be divulged as of yet and Steve was still thinking about how to embrace everything. Would a new mission help him or just hamper any progress? Steve knew living a life indoors wasn't much of a life at all but he still couldn't help but feel like the scrawny boy who wanted to fight and do something. He felt sort of useless even as a beefed up male who could bench press over twice his own body weight. At the current moment, the man was in the gym. He hardly slept much as he saw little use for it, if only to store up energy. He didn't dream much, and when he did, it was blurred visions of the past. Sometimes he'd see Peggy or Bucky. But most of the time, it was nothing.
And it was that nothing that made him wander off the gym even in the middle of the night.
But at the moment, Steve was punching and ignoring the fact that he had woken up hours before the sun had. And now it was up to keep him company. As he moved to grab another bag which he kept by him, he heard familiar clicking. Heels. He thought of Peggy for a moment but knew it must be Agent Romanoff. The two had spoken a few times in the past. From what Steve could gather, she was a professional and a trusted comrade. She was strong and had interesting tales of Stark to tell him. Even so, they didn't speak too often, she was either off working for Fury or he was hiding someplace. But he had heard Fury mention that the new undercover mission would require him and Ms. Romanoff. Working with another person, let alone a female, did make him a bit uneasy. Of course he had yet to formally accept the mission. In the end, in his heart, he knew he would. If he was needed, he would do whatever he could to get the job done.
Hooking up the new punching bag, he paused and turned to see the slender woman in his own sanctuary. Despite it being used by other SHIELD members, he was usually left alone out of respect. Or maybe fear or something. "Agent Romanoff, hello ma'am." Steve greeted her and stood there, not wanting to be rude and ignore her. "I'm doing just fine, and yourself?" He asked her. "Have you heard anything about the mission floating around?"