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[ceoinstilettos]

Who: Pepper Potts & Steve Rogers.
Where: (⌐■_■) His place.
When: Backdated to the second week of April.
What: Steve fills Pepper in on the strangeness that is Wayward Pines.
Warnings: None.
[Closed]

[ pepper was sitting at the back of steve’s final class for the day mulling over a strange conversation they’d had earlier. they regularly went out for lunch, dining around town at the different hot spots, but today he had invited her to his place. she wouldn’t have thought anything of it if not for his delivery. it sounded kind of… ominous. but wait, no, she was just letting her paranoia get the best of her. ]

[ she hadn’t felt like herself since she arrived, the mixed bag of things she remembered not only confusing, but also unsettling. it didn’t feel right, but she had no idea how to bring it up without sounding out of her mind. ]

[ when his class ends she snaps out of her thoughts, sitting up that much straighter, because, no, she definitely hadn’t spaced out. she smiles as his students pass, waiting until the room is clear before leaving her seat and approaching him. ] Ready to get going?

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[paragon]

[ In spite of the immediate, inevitable sense of guilt, he's not too worried about Natasha. (Which doesn't mean he won't be in knots about telling her, or that he won't need to get it off his chest the moment he next sees her.) She knows how he feels about her, that he'd never, really.

It's Tony that's the unknown quantity. Steve's already broken his trust once before, which he may or may not even remember. (That Steve sees hide nor hair of him on a regular basis doesn't really speak to that in either direction. Tony could be avoiding him, or he could just be . . . Tony.) Knowing he put the moves on his girl, in earnest or not, at least won't do Steve any favors, even if it doesn't put Tony in a 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of mood.

So he figures he has to follow through, now that she's caught on, until they get to a point where he can explain. Despite that — despite himself — he can't help but look a little amused at her words as she takes his arm, his brow lifting just slightly. That's laying it on a little thick, Pepper. And he thought he was bad at this. Still, he takes a breath and leans over slightly to put his mouth near her cheek, though the low murmur there is for the benefit of her ear. ] Trust me.

[ When he pulls back he doesn't look away from her, and all humor is absent from his expression. None of this is a joke. ]