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Tony had always thought Pepper was hot; and now it was literal as well as figurative, thanks to that asshole Killian. Holding what he assumed were the remnants of her phone, Pepper was already aglow as she stomped into his workshop.
“Honey,” he said as soothingly as he could, even as Dum-E trundled over to the fire extinguisher, “remember, deep breaths and count to ten.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to get any work done when everything I touch bursts into flame?!” she shouted, throwing her arms wide in frustration. “I’ve gone through four keyboards and two tablets just this week, and now my phone is toast!” She hurled the melted mess to the ground. “You promised you could fix me, Tony!”
Tony’s heart went out to his beloved, despite her fiery fit of pique. “Yes I did, sweetheart, and I’ve got every single one of JARVIS’ processors working on it. See?” He gestured, bringing up a holoscreen with the latest round of simulations. “We’re up to a 91.75% projected success rate. Give me another week and we’ll be ready to go.”
A sudden thought occurred to him; it wouldn’t solve the bigger problem, but might help with the immediate issue. “Hey J, you have access to Miss Potts’ account and files don’t you?”
“If given permission, yes.” His AI understood where Tony was going with his question and projected a holoscreen and hard light keyboard in front of Pepper. She blinked in surprise, then - with only a little awkwardness - typed in what Tony assumed was her password.
Her desktop appeared on the screen; Tony was flattered to see it was an image of the armor. She reached out, tapping an icon to open her email. “Huh. I guess I can’t set this on fire.”
“Nope,” Tony popped the P of his reply. “Give me a half-hour and we’ll get this all set up in your office. That and an asbestos cushion for your desk chair and you’ll be set.”
She huffed out a soft laugh as the glow under her skin faded. “I guess I should be thankful I haven’t burned up any of my Jimmy Choos yet.”
“Now that would be a shame.” Tony held out his arms and she sank gratefully into his embrace. “It’s gonna be okay, Pep. We got this.”
“I’m sorry I’m such a hot mess,” she mumbled into the crook of his neck.
“Like I said before,” Tony pressed a kiss to her hair, “join the club.”