[Pepper straightens when Natasha says the d-word, giving the other woman a look over her shoulder.]
So well that I can suppress the urge to scoff at being called domestic.
[At least mostly.]
It keeps me occupied. And I know Tony's--
[Taken care of. But the words die in her throat, and Pepper freezes for a moment at that unintentional reminder that right now, he's most certainly not being looked after.]
no subject
So well that I can suppress the urge to scoff at being called domestic.
[At least mostly.]
It keeps me occupied. And I know Tony's--
[Taken care of. But the words die in her throat, and Pepper freezes for a moment at that unintentional reminder that right now, he's most certainly not being looked after.]