Tony hopes his face is a normal color when he hands Steve his drink, moving to rejoin Pepper's side automatically. Things had been rocky for them for the past few weeks, but he still couldn't imagine his life without her. Steve's right, with the way he had spoken about Pepper and John it probably wasn't such a strange assumption.
"Assumptions are fine with us. Right, Ms. Potts?" He leans his shoulder against hers and hands over the wine he'd poured for her (or more accurately the wine he intends to share with her.)
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Date: 2016-10-08 07:48 pm (UTC)"Assumptions are fine with us. Right, Ms. Potts?" He leans his shoulder against hers and hands over the wine he'd poured for her (or more accurately the wine he intends to share with her.)