Biting her own lip, Pepper nods wordlessly as she keeps stirring the eggs, the mixture slowly firming up. The thought is equally as abhorrent to her -- she can hardly believe how protective she already feels towards the tiny life growing inside her; this must be the famous maternal instinct, she thinks -- but it's a fact that cannot be ignored; there's always a chance, no matter how small.

The eggs finally taking on the consistency of scramble, she turns off the heat. "Done." She's not sure Tony remembers anything of this later, though, considering the conversation they're having is more than distracting.