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Summary: Snippets of the life of Dawn Summers, WIC Liaison to the Avengers. (not a songfic)

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Marvel Universe > Avengers > Dawn-CenteredDamiaFR155157,00121238132,93012 Sep 1218 Apr 13No

Track 43 - Marchin’ On by Onerepublic

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“No Tony.” Pepper had a firm look on her face, she wasn’t budging on whatever argument they were having as the couple walked into the large dining room.

“I’m just saying it’s an option,” Tony continued, moving his hands in a rolling sort of motion.

“No it is not.” Pepper replied, her voice still firm. It was a tone that brought board members to their knees and kept even the most voracious reporter in line. It didn’t work with Tony.

“Pep-” Tony had turned to walk backwards so he could look at her, an innocent look on his face. Pepper cut him off, she’s wasn’t one to be bowled over by Tony-Logic and she knew the best way to stop his round-about questioning and explanations was to simply cut it off at the head.

“Our wedding colors are not going to be red and gold!” Pepper had cracked a little and shouted at him and Tony’s eyes crinkled a bit in glee, though his mouth was carefully straight. He’d goaded her into shouting on purpose, he loved when she was just a bit disheveled. There was something so real and vibrant about her and he was the only one who could crack that shiny veneer of hers.

“Who is paying for this wedding?” He asked, looking thoughtful though there was a hint of a smile to his lips.

“You are.” Pepper informed, arching an eyebrow and pulling herself together in an instant. This, this was what Dawn wished she could be when she grew up. She, Darcy, Natasha, and Jane were sitting at the dining table, a vast array of chinese take-out and wedding magazine’s in front of them. It was supposed to be a Bridal Party Planning Session and Tony had made Pepper late, as per usual.

“Well, then shouldn’t I get a say in this? It’s at least half mine,” Tony declared, eyes glancing over to the chinese food rather than the magazines. He’d be in their way, it was why Pepper discussed things with the ladies and narrowed things down to two or three choices Tony got to choose from. That way she wouldn’t end up with three thousand guests and an elephant draped in silk to ride down the aisle. Tony didn’t even like it when he told himself no, hence his lack of boundaries.

“It’s twelve percent yours,” Pepper responded immediately, a grin spreading across her lips as he opened his mouth and closed it a couple times.

“I’m still paying for that.” He said it in an aside to himself and Pepper tilted her head to the side a little.

“I still haven’t seen the lease,” she shrugged an elegant shoulder and turned to head toward the table before he caught her hand and tugged her into his arms. Pepper was a slender woman, her long legs and arms did nothing to add more mass, they just managed to make her look effortlessly graceful. Tony kissed her, his eyes open so he could watch her’s flutter closed while she wrapped a fist in his t-shirt and pressed herself against his chest. He finished the kiss and took a step back.

“Whatever you want Pep, enjoy girl time and please don’t make me wear baby pink, it makes me look sallow,” he waved at the women at the table and sauntered off, a slight skip to his gait. Pepper watched him, a fond grin on her face even as she crossed her arms and waited until he was gone to sit down at the table.

“I thought you’d decided on a peach and champagne for your colors,” Jane asked, frowning slightly as she contemplated things they might need to change.

“I have and they are,” Pepper informed them decisively, grabbing a box of mushu pork and a pair of chopsticks.

“Good, then let’s go through these for the bridesmaids dresses, see if we can narrow it down to a couple designers,” Natasha informed her fellow redhead calmly, passing a few magazines down and opening them to the pages she had marked. Pepper could keep Tony in line if he decided to do anything Pepper didn’t like, and in case he did manage to go past her Natasha could bring him down a few notches.
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