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[warmachinery]

Have to admit, I'm not really sure how I feel about being picked up by you. Seems a little backwards to me.

Then again, I guess it's sort of a good thing. I mean, with all the versions of Tony out there, Pepper must be running herself (herselves?) ragged trying to keep up. Not, mind, that I'm enthusiastic about being his babysitter again or anything, but I guess someone has to punch him in the face when he's being an idiot.

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[warmachinery]

Well, no, I can't imagine it was. Tony does some crazy things sometimes, but he'd never actually put you in harm's way willingly.

.. Virtual reality? I guess that would explain the coming-back-to-life bit.

[takingouttrash]

No. He wouldn't. He doesn't. *her death count is still higher than Tony's, though. If only by one.* Once we're out of there, I'm bringing the company who organized that down.

Apparently, magic can do that, too, or so I've been told. But the twelve-hour-days-seventy-two-hour-nights that are the consistent timing there, I don't think anything human-based, albeit magic-human-based, could be that precise.

[warmachinery]

Hey, hey, hey. [ he lifts his hands, gently settling them on her shoulders, expression concerned. ] I know it's not much comfort, but I'm here, okay? And you're here right now, too, and-- Jesus, Pepper, how long have you two been there?

[takingouttrash]

*that does snap her back into looking up at him, then... down.* Since early October. I think it might actually be better if we... stick to not discussing that place?

*a moment, and one hand comes up to cover and squeeze his hand on her shoulder* Thank you, Rhodey. Has your mun decided what you might have been doing during the recent events?

[warmachinery]

She doesn't have a clue, honestly. But I guess there's always the trusty stand-by-- even I get deployed sometimes.

[takingouttrash]

Ye-es. Or you can't get from California to New York quite that promptly - it all happened in... just a few hours. Or so it feels.

But you were all right?