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Pepper Potts	Helicopters are good.. Once the City is cleared and the path towards New England is gained, the view is stunning from the air. While one could follow the congested highway along the coastline, the cabin isn't along the coast, and at one point, the direction changes to show what the state truly has to offer. Rustic villages, farms, and rocky outcroppings born of the mountain range that cuts through a portion of it. Its colonial flavor in the architecture, the stone fences that dot the woods, it's all there. Still, Pepper's not used to finding the place from the air, which is why it took a little longer, perhaps only by seconds thanks to HOMER, in order to get the coordinates, rather than rely on her memory of where the secluded cabin sits. Everything looks different from the air, and to see the small access roads, at first she didn't recognize the path. Not until the helicopter begins its descent to the field that isn't far off from the rough cabin. If they had taken one of the sports cars? The chances are better than even that it would need front end work by the time they regained the city. The door to the aircraft's cabin is pulled open, and Pepper takes the step down from the sleek, black helicopter carefully. Just beyond, not //that// far of a walk, is the little house. It's made of clapboard, stone, with a wooden porch in front, and a patio in back. It doesn't look large, all in all, but there are certain amenities present. A grill with firewood beside it is set up with chairs in the back, and a jacuzzi tucked against the house. While the homestead doesn't look like it's set up for electricity, the presence of that hottub would beg otherwise.
Tony Stark	They didn't fly alone, of course: by no means was this a lone trip. It was more than just them and the pilots, as well: there were a few helpers along, just for the flight, that then start to exit the helicopter to unpack the luggage for the pair. It's not JUST what Pepper packed: there's a rolling cart with some variety of tech strapped to it, and a small drone unfolds on the top of the upper bin, repulsors lightly humming as it prepares to fly. Pepper brought Tony with her, but he didn't leave everything behind; no, pieces came along. "Just toss them on the porch there," Tony directs the helper, automatically, directing as always. "You guys can head off." With the directive given, Tony moves sideways to Pepper, catching her hand and teasing fingers against her palm. "Do I get the royal tour?"
Pepper Potts	Women always catch such grief in movies, being stereotyped as over-packers, to the point where long-suffering valets usually have that comedic moment of being buried by her luggage. They've never, ever seen Tony packing his extra necessities, his incidentals, so that he's not far from them. Pepper //fully// expects that he would bring The Suit, but beyond that? She waits for the entourage, both human and technical, to finish moving things in before there's that bemused ghost of a smile. "You knowâ?¦" she begins, but runs out of steam, or is that her giving up for the moment, instead taking his hand as he makes the reach. "Okay," she acquiesces. "Itâ??s not very big, soâ?¦" and she reaches for the door, but before opening it, she's looking at him, â??And, it's a little rough..â?? Opening the door, which also allows the drone enter, within looks like it's a page out of well appointed colonial America. It's basically three rooms; the main room, the living room and kitchen has a large fireplace with a mantle festooned with old pictures, the hearth low and undoubtedly used for cooking before the large cast iron stove, complete with firewood piled up on the side of it, was added. There are quilt racks near the fireplace, complete with quilts, both for show and for use. The dining table hearkens back to the Shakers; utilitarian with defined lines. The floor is a light hardwood, with throw rugs placed strategically. Repurposed gas lamps (now electrified) hang as sconces on the walls. There is a bathroom, obviously added later to the house, with a large cast iron claw tub. And, the single bedroom, with an absolutely huge bed. One of those, perhaps, read about in history books when discussing where the 'family slept'. It certainly is large enough. All in all? It's definitely a 'home', a place where it's obvious that generations have either lived here year round, or relegated it to â??seasonalâ??. There is running water, electrical outlets can be found, though hidden to continue the decor. â??Welcome to the family cabin,â?? Pepper begins again, and there's a gentle tug as she encourages him to enter. Turning around to face him again, green eyes are glowing again, her hand lowered that still has his, and she reaches to take his other one, â??Think you can handle it?â??
Tony Stark	"Of course," Tony says, brightly, giving her a puzzled, amused sideways look. He didn't freak out during the tour, or anything like that. He was politely curious, looking around, walking past some of the framed pictures to lean in to look at them. He's been attentive and interested, without issues. "I mean, take me to a dank, dark cave in Afghanistan and I might have something to really complain about," Tony says, accepting her other hand, facing her as she draws both of his hands to his possession. To their left, the little drone came in, and attempts to do a little ... vacuuming? It isn't Patrick, Pepper's familiar bot; it's a newer one she may not recognize at all. "Stop that," Tony tells it. "The dust is part of the charm." He flicks his eyes back to Pepper, with a teasing loft of an eyebrow at her. He's playing. "He's mostly here as a backup power supply." Because the last thing they need is Tony overloading the electrical structure of the home with some piece of tech.
Pepper Potts	The pictures on the mantle run the gamut from tintypes of austere looking gents in seats to what looks to be the small, nuclear family of a certain redhead when an awkward teen. "Well, this is //not// a cave somewhere in Afghanistan." The mention of  //that// time actually concerns her briefly, looking into his dark eyes. She hasn't noticed another bout of his PTSD, though she's not aware of a circumstance that might have set it off. So, there's that. "And, it's not even dark." And, while it does get dark without light pollution as seen in NYC, she's prepared for that. Always a light on. She lifts her hands, his hands, up slightly, taking a step in to press a light kiss before she moves that half step back out. The presence of the little drone, cleaning, Pepper's brows rise. No, not Patrick. He has scratches on his flames now, and one would swear he wears them as a badge of honor. Tony's words gains a soft, playful, "Aw, hey now..". She knows he is, and she offers a breathy laugh soon after, her tones lowering to theatric disapproval, "Tony� what could we run that would need that?" She follows it up with a soft, "Mmmm, time off. Vacation, remember?" She drops one hand of his, if he allows for it, to lead him to the back door and the back porch beyond. The view of the forested hills from the vantage is alive with colors, deep rich reds, oranges, yellows. "I'll pour us some wine and unpack. Meet you out here in a few minutes again?"
Tony Stark	No, there's not PTSD or panic or anxiety there - no, Tony is covering with //humor//, pretending that's a funny example as if to add distance between himself and that thing. Like an arachnophobe joking about spiders. It's a way to make a thing less looming or giant, to use it as a funny item. Maybe it will convince others that he's over it. ...regardless of the truth. "Vacation, sure. I did not agree to no technology of any kind," Tony scoffs. "Also..." he gets serious very fast, very suddenly. Probably enough to entirely divert her full attention to him. "Scheduled to do another heart test. So we'll be powering that on Sunday." He flicks a smile forward, then. "I would love wine. You had me at 'pour'," Tony concurs, eyes going to the drone, before he crosses to snap a finger at it, open a side panel, and poke around in it for a lead to attach to his mobile device. "Also I brought movies." Tony snorts suddenly. "Why is this list only Wall-E and Short Circuit?" he teases the little bot.
Pepper Potts	There's the relief that sets in. There are just some things that Pepper takes deathly serious first before that laugh of 'you just scared the snot out of me' emerges. That's usually tagged on the end of the quick, lopsided smile that comes to signal said joke. "I was kind of hoping to leave at least some of it," Pepper offers as she takes the first steps away, the words cast over her shoulder. Still, in all fairness, she has her phone and laptop, but unless there's something that the department heads can't handle, she's not expecting it to ring. The little cabin isn't so large that she doesn't catch that last bit, and her hand is on the bottle, one on the corkscrew, and she's holding in front of her, staring at him for a long moment. "What? This-this is just a check-up, right? Are we scheduling a flight back to Wakanda?" There's a pull on the cork, complete with the hollow *pop* sound, and she sets the bottle down onto the table. Still, it's good to know, but she does continue with, "How are you feeling?" as she pours the glasses. The way Tony speaks to his drones actually brings a lift to her spirits, and a smile creases her face again, the worried lines disappearing in the change of expression. "What? I think it's cute.." She brings the pair of glasses over to hand one to him, and she lowers her voice to a theatric whisper, "As long as itâ??s not 'Space Oddessy', Iâ??m fine with it."
Tony Stark	"It's seeing 'Terminator' on this list that worries me," Tony smirks aside to her with a wink, accepting the glass and standing back up, with a distracted 'shoo' of the drone. It goes trundling off to explore the place, having it's own personal tour of the place from within it's area of knee-height and down. "Yes, just consistent scheduled checkups. I'll skip it if you //really// insist," Tony offers. He gave the glass when it was handed to him only a mild little look - he doesn't like things handed to him - but there's no actual voice of any problem. Pepper's one of the only ones that gets to do it without actually getting any significant rise out of him. She gets away with it. Besides, he wanted a drink more than he wanted to dink around about it. "But we're meeting on the back porch, weren't we? I don't want to miss my date there," Tony floats slyly, heading that way with his wine in hand, casually, but warm. The purpose of this is for them to be together, and he's showing he knows that.
Pepper Potts	Pepper smirks with the suggestion as forwarded by Tony, and a soft, affection if not a little amused, "Hmmm" rises before she continues, "WallE it is, then?" But, it's true, the entire idea was that back porch. There's a firepit for a fire later, as the sun begins to set, but that's not quite yet. She does know she gets away with handing him things, and it's not.. it's not done to make a point, really. She's just used to taking things from //others// as they try to hand him things. And it's wine. While it's not a celebration, it is a notable moment; this trip is important to her. It's a trip to a place that meant a great deal to her .. before her life completely changed when she'd met him. It's a bit of her. "No, we'll keep those appointments," Pepper acknowledges as she makes the turn to deal with what's left of the luggage, to set it in the master room. "I guess it'll be monthly first, then yearly?" Her voice calls from the bedroom as she takes care of things. "So far, there doesn't seem to be any problems." It's a statement. "Is this a medical clearance  so you get back into the suit?" Again, she doesn't recall Tony actually //flying// since theyâ??d gotten back from Wakanda, but then again, since when would he wait to be given that 'clean bill of health'?
Tony Stark	"I actually really /like/ Terminator 2," Tony answers, against the Wall-E idea. "It's full of wonderful things to quote at Pym when I feel like poking him about Ultron." For /reasons/.... Most of them including that Pym is a prickle-cactus sometimes and very fun to tease and mess with. Though lately he hasn't been. "He's been nicer lately, I heard. Must be the daughter thing. Mellowed him out." Tony looks thoughtful, curious. Whether he's considering his own state of mellowness remains to be seen, though, because he doesn't verbalize anything about it. There's medical clearance to talk about, of course. "Come on now, you know I don't wait for medical clearance to get back into the suit," Tony says serenely, giving her an amused look, cheeky as hell. "It's just in repair mode because I'm outfitting better foot thrusters, and my software is all updated for it..." Of course.
Pepper Potts	Pepper spends a couple more minutes in the bedroom before re-emerging, initially making a non-committal noise regarding choice of movie before she swings by to bring the bottle outside with her. "Oh, so there's a reason you like it," and she sounds softly, and amusedly disapproving. "Mmmmâ?¦ it makes sense." Still, she sets the bottle on the table outside before she steps close to him to brush a light kiss against the side of his mouth. "I don't know, but something did. Maybe a daughter, maybe being found." Bright green eyes look up to his face, the fond smile settling easily on her face. "You've changed over the years too, you know." She doesn't drop her affectionate gaze, the touch of that smile that speaks volumes of her feelings for him. It's when he mentions the fact that he doesn't wait to actually be medically cleared, Pepper continues, "Except that." It does end with a soft laugh, however, and she turns around to get at the outdoor loveseat that is there. "I know.. what was I thinking. Iâ??m sorry." Tucking a leg under her, she settles into the chair and looks up at him. "'Better foot thrusters'? More speed? More stability?" She's actually happy, then, that she's gotten him out before he was ready to bury himself in his workshop. "Got you in time, then."
Tony Stark	"Changed, me? Naaaaah," Tony snorts, with a loose wave-away gesture of hand. "I consider it upgrades. Tony four-point-oh," Tony explains, still offhand, with a relaxed saunter both to his step and to his voice. He doesn't seat himself yet on the loveseat, stays standing, with the wine, drinking it, and looking at her with an appraising, thoughtful expression in his dark eyes. "Though I agree Tony three-point-oh didn't do cabins in the woods. Not enough wifi," Tony says, with some disturbed, alarmed tone. He smiles over the glass at her, but some of the play has relaxed out of his smile. It seems her plot to get 'real' Tony, all to herself, is on track. He's looking at her, certainly /seeing/ her. "Skynet," Tony teasingly calls to the robot. "Six-two. Yes, you. Playlist four," Tony says, as it appears by the doorway. Obligingly the drone begins to play music. Something to slow-dance to. Not ACDC. Tony sets his wine down and looks at Pepper with a return of the play.
Pepper Potts	Pepper is cradling her stemware, taking a sip of the wine on occasion, watching him over the rim of it before it's lowered again. "It's not a bad thing, Tony." Her smile re-lights from the lower, almost omnipresent one that she wears when with him. "I'll accept that. Tony four-point-oh." The moment he pauses, watching her, she's suddenly a little self-conscious; does she have a charcoal-smudge on her from the stove? It's when he starts talking again that she settles back into the seat, allowing for the room on the seat should he want to sit down. "Tony three-point-oh would never have left the lab. And don't get me started on two-point-oh.." is said dryly. But, the red-head has been there, by his side, through those iterations, never losing faith in him, always loyal. She looks up as he stands there, the affection still so easily seen, if he just truly looks. "I'm glad this one decided to come. Though, maybe five-point-oh will take the drive and leave the drone home," she adds. Though, when it comes down to it, taking the helicopter was fun, and the view from the skies of the forests below them was beautiful. And, there's the call for the drone. Pepper exhales in a softly exhaled sigh as it dutifully comes forward, only to be surprised by Tony's request of him. Brows rise, and her lips part slightly in that silent 'oh' before she sets her glass to the side. His expectant look mixed there with the request, his eyes, his attention never really faltered from her own guides her to her feet, her hand reaching out to him.  "You know I wanted to do this at your birthday party," is murmured. "Out there, under the boat's lights," It's a YACHT, not a boat! "But I think," and she looks to him, her words are softer, lighter in their lilt, "this is much nicer."
Tony Stark	Tony seems to realize something, and holds up one finger in a 'oh, one moment!' alarmed little look. He pauses ... to pick up his wine and have another drink of it. And put it back down. There's a smirk there, a sassy little movement of lips at her. Just to mess with her a tiny bit, that's all that was. He extends a hand out to her though immediately, and draws her in with it, other hand dropping to her waist. Tony is entirely a capable dancer; he dances and enjoys it at nearly all of his parties in some degree or other. "Seems we forgot to pack your birthday dress, didn't we. I'll just have to imagine it. I have a pretty good creative mind and imagination," Tony says, turning with her slowly, and then adjusting a little more, a change of posture, gently leading her into a closer position. One that brings his cheek very close to hers, dark eyes full of her in the lower lighting of the back porch area. "I might be imagining you without it, though," Tony admits.
Pepper Potts	Pepper rolls her eyes fondly, her expression indulgent as he takes that last swallow of wine. Brows rise as he sets it down, and she waits for him to return to her. Her head cants as he plays, and finally she holds out her hand, only to have it captured and she is drawn in, her breath catching in her throat briefly. The hand that he has is kept, her other hand rises to rest on his shoulder. In terms of dancing, she's not quite as adept as he, but perhaps it's just the fact that she's finding herself in his arms again. It's a heady feeling serving to steal her breath away in being so close to him, to feel his warmth and his strength. The music is, of course, pitch perfect for the moment, and undoubtedly the moments to come. She's both captivated by it, finding herself falling into the tableau, and trying to actually pay attention to the words, and not just the rise and fall of his voice. Pepper can easily lose herself, and when she begins to catch up with what he's saying? At first, there's the reasoning, "Well, there really isn't a place to wear it out here. Same with your tux. They don't have too many black tie events in the area, so I thought we were safe." Like usual, though, as she is wont to do, she ends up talking almost over him without really hearing what he says, and when it dawns on her, the admission, the virtual confession, there's a pinkening of freckled cheeks. She's held closer, and her entire world is the man in her arms, the one that holds her in his so closely as if nothing in the world could separate them. While there's the blush to her cheeks, it brushes against his carefully sculpted own. There comes a  lean in for a whisper in his ear, her breath warm, her words slightly tentative as she returns, "You don't need your imagination." Â
Tony Stark	"Well, where there's no event, you know I'm entirely capable of creating my own," Tony scoffs about the lack of black-tie items. Certainly true, Tony will create a party where none was before! A true trailblazer of parties and events over the years in all sorts of situations. Tony draws her in, then guides her in a turn just after she lays that whisper on him, and lets him catch a glimpse of her blushing cheeks as she spins back in to him, closer now. He gives her a fond, curious surprised look, pausing in the dance to lift a hand to touch the side of her face, to curl fingertips along the line of her jaw on the right, thumb near her lips. "Different sort of dance, I think, one more inside. Wouldn't want you to catch cold out here, illness is forbidden on vacation," Tony answers, chuckle there, but certainly a willingness to abandon all exterior dance and follow Pepper's new /proposal/.
Pepper Potts	Absolutely Tony is more than capable of setting up a party, black tie or otherwise, with a seeming snap of his fingers. With her making most of the phone calls, of course. Most of them. The really special guests had a personal invitation. This, however? This is her personal invitation, after a fashion. She's still in his arms, still guided easily on the back porch, under the dimming light, he's still in hers. She cants her head, tucking her cheek in his hand as he lifts it to touch her, caress it by simply laying there, though it is so warm to the touch. It sends a tingle down straight to her toes, and her gaze lifts slightly, now that she can see his eyes again, it lingers on his dark ones. "We should go in," Pepper is in whispered agreement. "It's starting to get a little chilly." One of the other upgraded items of the cabin? While it has fireplaces, it also has forced heat.. added by Pepper's father some time ago. It's rustic, not primitive. There's the one, two more dance steps before she pauses, ready to go back into the cabin, to close the doors to the outside for the evening. She keeps contact with him, and once they are back in the cabin proper, Pepper wraps her arms lightly around his neck, her forearms settled on his shoulder. Her head cants, and there's a slightly coquettish sound to her voice, playful coupled with some definite flirting. "Now, as for your imagination," she whispers. "Promise me you'll tell me if it's what you imagined?"
Tony Stark	With both the wine and the robot rescued to be brought inside as well, the music follows them in, in the form of little 'Skynet'. The drone comes along like a personal, traveling theme-song creator for the pair of them. Tony's used to such things: all of his robots have some style of music that they are capable of doing. Because Tony likes his //tunes//. Tony lifts his brows as she requests a promise, but she gets a playful dodge instead. Tony lifts her arms some, assisting with her lacing her arms behind his neck, and hugs both arms securely around her upper waist, folding one arm over the other behind her. She's slender, it's easy, to overlap broad arms like that, draw her chest securely to his. Very close indeed. "You're already what I imagined," Tony tells her, with a quirk of lips, before he leans in, to brush her lips gently, and then seek a more fuller, stronger kiss. This isn't a quirky, quick taste, but something that's a start, something that offers to build into more, in this time alone.
Pepper Potts	The little drone is, indeed, his little party in a box. Pepper is used to them to the point where this one's not a distraction. She's been by Tony's side for so long, they're little tech fact-of-lifes. Once properly in the house, and the music still playing in gentle waves behind them, Pepper is placed so easily with her arms lifting and settling easily around his neck, bringing her even closer to him, tucked in against him, feeling warm, secure and loved. The feeling only grows as he wraps his arms around her, as if she could be any closer to him. She can hear her heart pounding in her ears, her head light in the emotions. This, this is what it feels like to be in the clouds. The words spoken are felt more than heard, and the rush of pleasure mixed with the dizzying feelings of need makes her lips easy to capture for a kiss. This, at this moment, it seems as if it's simply not enough for her. She kisses him in return, and it's a rush of emotions; love, desire, and the need to be with him. Her kiss encompasses it all, and more.. all unspoken, but it should be more than evident to him what she's saying in response, the kiss, the press of her body against his in the embrace.
Tony Stark	The kiss breaks, and comes with a quick, deep laugh; a release of breath in a way, a lightening of mood. That this can be easy, can be comfortable, can be... all sorts of things. There are stresses in their lives, plenty of them, but this doesn't need to be. "Continuing the touuuuur," Tony teases Pepper, partially boosting her up as she hugged her arms around his neck, and then gives her another kiss. He helps her out of her coat, too. And drops it. "On the left, you'll find one coat, previously warn by a Ms. Pepper Potts," Tony teases her. The tour then continues, back into the other room, inclusive of other similar artifacts.