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Stark Enterprises, Sunday

Sam was at work on time on Sunday, set up behind the counter and ready to help anyone who needed it. By, you know, directing them to someone who had slightly more of a clue about this stuff than Sam himself. Mostly, he was occupying himself by trying to actually write out a list for his weekly 'Mr. Stark has to eat' grocery store run.

Yes, he knew it was Parents' Weekend. He was very grateful his parents hadn't been able to make the trip.

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Pepper had gotten up bright and early to get away from Tony and Rhodes' little slumber party, and after spending the morning familiarizing herself with the town, she knew there was one place she definitely had to visit.

She was sending an email on her Blackberry as she strode in, her heels clacking loudly. "Hello."

Sam looked up in the middle of writing 'frozen pizza' on his list and said, "Oh, um. Hi! Can I help you? Or, well, can I get somebody else to help you, because I--don't actually know what any of this stuff does."

She smiled, recognizing his voice easily. "I'm actually just visiting in town. Are you Sam?"

"Yeah, I--oh my God you're Pepper."

"I am," she said with a small smile and a nod. "You weren't expecting to meet me." It was an observation, not a question.

[and between stupid LJ and my computer being obnoxious, I am about to disappear for a movie and will return later, apparently!]

"Uh, no? I mean. Hi! Welcome to, um, our lovely island. As you can see the repairs have been completed and my hand is mostly healed. Um."

She tilted her head to study his hand. "Well, I'm glad to see you're feeling better," she said, not unkindly.

"Yeah. Uh." Sam sucked at talking to people. Especially people who turned out to be hot redheads. "Can-can I help you with anything? Mr. Stark might be upstairs, I don't know."

"I actually wanted to see the shop. And meet you, of course," she said, smiling.

"Oh! Well, um, here it is," Sam said, gesturing around. "Like I said, I don't actually know what any of it does. And here I am. And. Here you are!"

"And here we both are," Pepper agreed, pulling her PDA out of her bag. "Did you need any information about Mr. Stark while I'm here? Anything to make your job go more smoothly, any, um, tips?"

"Yeah, is he always like that?" Sam wanted to know. "I mean, with the building a robot death suit and the, um, getting bills to clean the mayor's desk and whatnot."

"...bills to clean the mayor's desk?" Pepper echoed, sighing. "That...sounds very familiar, yes. The 'robot death suit' is what I'm choosing to think of as something like a mid-life crisis, for lack of a better term."

"...I'd really rather not talk about it." Sam was still mildly traumatized. "And, I mean, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the robot death suit--" he was a teenaged boy, after all, and for him in particular it would be rather hypocritical "--it was just. Unexpected. And I don't think you should call it a mid-life crisis in front of Mr. Stark. I already make him feel old all the time accidentally anyway."

Sam Witwicky getting his babble on: always sure to impress.

"Don't do that to me," Pepper said, with a wane smile. "I'm younger than Mr. Stark, but I'd still rather not feel old. But, to answer the question -- yes, he's normally very, um...demonstrative with his affection towards others." That was so very diplomatic. "But the robot death suit is new. And I'm keeping an eye on that as well, from Malibu for the time being."

Sam refrained from wondering just how much of an eye she could keep from, you know, the other side of the country. "Right, so what you're saying is, he's a ho and I should get used to it?"

"That's one way to put it," Pepper said, blushing slightly. "But...essentially, yes, that."

"I'll get used to it when he stops hitting on my car," Sam told her. "I think that's fair."

Pepper stared. "...you mean actually, physically beating your car, right? Please tell me that's what you mean."

"No," Sam said. "But it's not what you think. Really."

"It wouldn't be the strangest thing I've caught him doing," she admitted. "But...wow."

Sam figured it would be stranger. Sam didn't have that great an imagination. "It's a weird island."

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