A little crack type
fic for the lunchtime hour. Very short, very silly.
Don't ask me where it came from, because I have no freakin' idea! I
figure after all the angsty Iron Man fic I've been writing, something
lighter would be good!
Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper
Potts
Notes: G, ficlet, pure
silliness.
Summary: Tony explores his
inner artist.
Art Appreciation
by Ithildin
c. June 2008
“Miss Potts, come down here,” the
voice of Tony Stark demanded through the intercom.
What now?
Pepper wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Tony had been, well, loopy, the
last few days and she never quite knew what awaited her after a
summons. But hers was to obey, so setting her laptop down on the sofa,
she headed for Tony’s inner sanctum.
@____________________@
“What do you think?” he asked as she
entered the workshop.
“Think?”
“This!” He waved his hand at a
metallic shape that stood about six feet tall.
“That?” Pepper was perplexed.
“Yes, that.” Tony sounded impatient.
She shook her head slightly. “It
looks like you soldered together thousands of paperclips.”
“I did!” Obviously the accomplishment
pleased him considering the delighted expression on his face.
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s the best you can do?”
“Perhaps if you told me what it was,
I could do better,” she pointed out helpfully.
Sighing, he complied. “This is an
artistic representation of my inner angst.” He said it as if it should
be obvious.
Tilting her head, she pursed her
lips, then asked, “Your inner angst looks like an office supply room
explosion?”
“You have no soul, Potts.”
“Oh, I do, Mr. Stark, but it doesn’t
normally reside at Office Depot.”
“You’re very funny. Ever considered a
career in stand up?”
“All the time,” she replied, trying
very hard not to laugh. “Will that be all, Mr. Stark?”
“That will be all, Miss Potts.” He
turned back to his creation. “Maybe if I added some jumbo clips….”
End
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