Well. Some give up. [It's said with blunt honesty, although her lips twitch faintly, a grim sort of humor in her gaze.] Some can't handle it. Some let it twist them into monsters. Examples of which I'm betting you've seen already, from the sound of Killian and those he surrounds himself with.

But you're not Killian, Pepper. [She tilted her head, her gaze honest and assessing as she held Pepper's gaze.] And if he thought you a trophy, he sorely underestimated you. You're stronger than that. You don't let other people make your decisions for you. What you do now is up to you. If Extremis can be controlled, than that's what you need to learn. Think of it like... like learning to walk again. Or exercising muscles you haven't used before. It's something you've done before.

[Her own wings shift and stretch behind her in almost unconscious reaction to that reminder, but its only one example. Natasha knew she'd contacted the spirits before she'd returned home, had been learning to channel unfamiliar powers she'd never used back home. Granted, this was more dangerous, but that made it all the more necessary.]

Either way, Pepper. You're the only one who has any say in who and what you are. That hasn't changed. Make of this what you will.