— 𝐏𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫.

❝𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞.❞ Vɪʀɢɪɴɪᴀ "Pᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ" Pᴏᴛᴛs. — Marvel RP. — Based after Iron Man 3. — Ships with chemistry (pepperony). — Known as #McDimples.

|| I desperately want to get things going on this account again.

A little bit of self care.

A knowing smile when the realization finally hit the brunette. Her earlier frustration at being pushed aside quick to begin evaporating. "I'll only make a request for dinner together at the table. Then you're free to come back to your— 𝒕𝒐𝒚𝒔."

The hint of smile at the misplaced safety goggles. Though, part of her is surprised to see them worn at all. "You've been down here all day," A purposeful pause, head tilting in a gesture to the clock on the wall. "I would like a little bit of your time, please."

A stage in life that has become greatly missed as of recent.

Clearing of the throat while stood at the doorway to @FERRUMMULIER’s lab.

A yawn going hidden behind her hand.

— that broken up sentence, breathing a bit erratically from such a scare. "Morgan, please. Daddy isn't here, and you're making even more of a mess. If you'll just listen to me... We will make those cupcakes at lunch. I know that's what you're wanting."

— her words fell short. However, this particular time had come unintentionally. Flour beneath her left heel proved to be less than ideal for swiveling around. Her balance nearly lost as she stumbled and reached hurriedly for the counter. "...Here." She eventually finished —

The reaction provoked by her words hadn't been at all surprising. At times Morgan could be the sweetest and most gentle child, but today was not one of those days. And frankly, Pepper was already exhausted, despite the day having only begun. "He's not—" Once again, her words —