Pepper Potts read off the weeks' to do list of meetings and travel. That wasn't right, it was Pepper Hogan now, and she was getting pissed and it was making Happy Hogan smile, or atleast his version of it.
"Is that the face he makes when you give him a blow job?" Tony asked complete dead pan.
"MR. Stark! We have had many discussions about trying to get involved in your employees sex lives!" Pepper burst out.
"Hay Happy, is that the face she makes when you give her oral?" Tony asked his body guard.
"MR. STARK!" Pepper shouted.
"It would be easier to stand by this if the two employees weren't having sex in my house, two bed rooms over while I'm taking a shower."
"Wednesday you fly to New York, meeting with Doctor Richards," Pepper dropped it, "Try to get something commercial out of him please."
"Commercial?" Tony asked.
"It makes it easier to justify our R&D contracts that keep the Fanatic Four in business if they design something we can sell," Pepper said calmly then added, "And while a instant Bikini converter might seem like a good idea to you the number of lawsuits
that came from you testing it alone will ensure it never sees the light of day again."
"What?" Tony faked surprise, "Happy loved it, he say you in a string bikini. Didn't you love it? you got Happy in a string bikini too!"
"And you got two black eyes," Pepper pointed out.
"Moving on," Tony conceded.
"Thursday you meet with Wayne at the Wayne Enterprises headquarters in Gotham."
"Wayne?" Tony asked.
"Yes, Bruce Wayne," Pepper started.
"I have no idea who that is."
"Bruce Wayne, if he didn't give his money away he would be Forbes #1" Pepper started going throw the sheet she had prepared, "As it is he is #4 behind Warren, you, and Bill."
"Pepper close you binder." Tony said.
She was about to ignore him when he continued.
"I don't forget what you tell me, nor do I ignore you all the time like you claim, I just mock and not take most things seriously."
"I'll vouch for half of that statement," Pepper grumbled.
"What does Bruce look like," Tony said, "With out your notes!"
Pepper couldn't answer. The more she tought about it and the harder she did the harder it was to remember that there was a man named Bruce Wayne.
"Happy: Wayne, Bruce," Tony called.
"6'2" 220 pounds, black hair, blue eyes, plucked eye brows."
"What's his favorite suit?" Tony asked.
"I can't seem to remember that. Complete blank"
"Happy doesn't think about people as people until he has too, instead he screens what he should know from background data," Tony started, "Where is my phone?"
"What?" Pepper asked.
"There! You are using it as a coster!" Tony stole it from under Pepper's coffee cup.
"That's not a phone Tony," Pepper said, "that's a piece of glass with edges."
"Latest toy out of R&D. Call Strech, Lab, Override," Tony said to everyone, "Reed, What can you tell me about Bruce Wayne?"
"Trick Question, Don't know anyone by that name."
"You really thinking about it?" Tony asked.
"Pepper has a folder on this guy and the more we think about it the harder it is to know anything about him," Tony started, "Only when we don't think about him or read off the print outs do we know there is even someone by that name. Look I need an idiot."
"An Idiot Tony?" Reed asked.
"Someone who doesn't think when they talk and just blurts out what ever is on a tabloid or under a Snapple cap."
"Johny, Phone!" Reed called out.
"Hay Tony Stark! When are we partying again."
"This week," Tony Said, "Look tell me everything you can about Bruce Wayne."
"Playboy billionare, Womanizer, Charity god. Last year he took a babe in a latex dress to a breast cancer dinner and thanked everyone for help to protect those awesome tits!"
"Right, put Reed back on," Tony ignored Peppers shock, "Reed we have a problem."
"Rational thought would seem to counter the acceptance of a reality rewriting it's self as we speak. I have to check a few things. I'll call back" Reed said as he hung up.
"Houston we have a problem," Tony said calmly.