I'm prepared for this ✫ I never shoot to miss

[letmetakeaselfie]

I've been here before
But always hit the floor
I've spent a lifetime running
And I always get away
But with you I'm feeling something
That makes me want to stay

Tony's heart is still beating fast, though it's been nearly an hour since his house was destroyed (yet again) by supervillains. Why his house? Why is it always him? He's not really feeling sorry for himself though, because for as much as he criticizes Fury, his plan really worked this time. His face-plate flips up as he pries off the left arm of his suit, indented dangerously close by one of those feisty Doom-bots. He flashes a wan smile over at Pepper, similarly battleworn. They really do work extraordinarily well together, he can't believe how he'd ever dismissed being partners before.

"Thanks for saving me - again." She really was good at that, and without her he'd most certainly not be standing right now. Though, yes, he is still lamenting his poor house. Oh well, easier repaired than he would be, probably.

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[efficacy]

"Hey," Pepper says on an exhale, a small smile curving at her lips, "That's what I'm here for." It's a light quip, but there's an edge of exhaustion in her voice that's also evident on her face -- it wasn't an easy feat by any means to fight off several Doom-bots and the good Doctor himself by themselves, but they'd managed through teamwork and staggering amounts of sheer stubbornness, probably.

Not that they didn't get knocked around despite their success; the arm of Tony's suit is dinged and the chestplate of hers bears ugly scorch marks, but they're both still standing. Tired and bruised but standing, with Doom on his way to some secret SHIELD lock-up and his bots lying in pieces across the wrecked house. SHIELD agents and Fury had swarmed the place conveniently after the party was over to bundle up the defeated villain only to split again, with a parting "Nice job" from Fury. She's not sure if she just imagined the flicker of amusement in his good eye before the man had vanished.

A piece of pane from one of the shattered windows nearby drops to the floor with a loud crack of broken glass, drawing a wince from Pepper. This place is a mess. "I'm sorry about your house, though."