Someone needs to Genius Interruptus her.

[geniusnotclever]

-Another nightmare had plagued Natasha Stark so she's down in her workshop working and welding away at different things. Sparks are flying and she's working on minor improvements to her suit.-

Comments

[geniusnotclever]

-Indie rock? Hell no. Not on her watch. She glares at her-

Jimmy Choos. Go to bed. They'll be appearing in your apartment.

[tasergoddess]

Have you ever disappointed Pepper, Stark? You know how her eyelid twitches and her lips get thin? Your shoes cannot convince me to leave.

[geniusnotclever]

Whatever's bribing you, I'll double it.

-she goes back to her work-

[tasergoddess]

JARVIS, my man? Playlist Seven, please?

[geniusnotclever]

Do that and I will program you to speak in nothing but limericks.

-Sorry, Darcy. But JARVIS answers to one person and one person only-

[tasergoddess]

[Yeah. Whoever has Tasha's safety in mind. The playlist, naturally, starts. Hey. It's so not her fault JARVIS is his own computer mind.]

We can do this the easy or hard way.

[geniusnotclever]

Traitor!

-still, she ignores Darcy and the Lewis Drink-

[tasergoddess]

How many times can you hear Barbie Girl before breaking? We can consider it a science experiment.

Or. You can end your pain now. Drink this and curl up on your sofa over there. I'll even tuck you in.

[geniusnotclever]

Why did Pepper send you to torture me?

[tasergoddess]

Because she gave up three hours ago. Now move your rich, attractive butt to that sofa, ma'am and I'll be out of your hair in no time.

[nstark]

-she snorts a little-

Hardly sounds like Pepper to give up.

-Though it does give a sort of jolt as to how bad it's gotten-

Gimme the remedy. I can keep working.