Oh god, that sound. This is officially too sexy and he needs to abort right the fuck now. Tony does a little duck and roll maneuver so that he never has to look directly at Pepper (EVER AGAIN GOOD LORD), grabbing at his pillow when he reaches his side. In his head, he's scolding his body like a dog, he never gave himself permission to do any of that and here he is wanting things with Pepper Potts of all people. Not that she's--

"A little too well, apparently," he grumbles into his pillowcase, and it's about as close to a real apology as he's willing to come. They have to stay in this house together all day like they're newlyweds and field calls and emails from every corner of the globe. Of course this is how it starts, why wouldn't it be?