Early into her job of being the PA to Mr. Stark, C.E.O. of Stark Industries; Ms. Virginia Potts learnt that the man was extremely allergic to Board meetings. The mere mention of the word would send the man into hiding and it would take tremendous amounts of cajoling, threats and even bribery to drag him to a meeting. Not that she got much support from his business partner, Mr. Stane; he would only pat her back at her another failed attempt and say, “Let him be, he is more comfortable with his toys than with people. I’ll deal with the Board. You can pass him the cliff notes.”
Maybe he is being sincere. After all Mr. Stane is a father figure to her boss. But there is something in the tone, something that she can’t place that makes her take affront and she decides to bring out the big guns. She had tried being professional but her boss is the epitome of unprofessional. So she decides to take a page out of his book. She doesn’t tell him about the upcoming Board meeting; instead she schedules an early morning ‘play date’ with R&D- another of Tony Stark’s weakness. He would probably marry his R&D department if he could get away with it.
Tony Stark has had a very fun morning, if the amount of explosions going off in the R&D department is anything to go by. But he has missed lunch and he is starving. He decides to go dig Potts and drag her to lunch, preferably to some place of her choice. She deserves a reward. However, when he nears his office- all thoughts of lunch shoot out his head.
There- just in front of his door, lies a navy blue bikini top. Puzzled, he picks it up- and gets a nose full of Chanel No. 5. Looking around he spots its partner a few feet away. When he reaches the bottoms, he spies a lone maroon heel nearby. He picks both the bottoms and the heel, looking high and low for the other heel. He spends the next ten minutes picking through a trail of swimwear, lingerie, shoes and other accessories till he opens a door. On the other side stands Ms. Potts, holding out an empty trash bag and wearing an enigmatic smile. That’s when he realizes that he has walked in on a Board meeting and the occupants are eyeing him like he is a curio. Obi’s throat clearing and a “nice of you join us Tony” with a meaning full glance at his ladened arms brings him out of his revive and warms his cheeks in a way he had thought to be impossible. He dumps his load into the trash bag and stalks to take his seat at the table. He feels a bit mollified when Ms. Potts brings him his favorite cheeseburger and a large coffee and decides he might as well concede that Potts plan had been rather ingenious which brings out an abrupt chuckle.
Even if she mistook the chuckle for everything to be fine and she had not stepped out her boundary, the personalized Rolex engraved with her initials ‘P.P’ that found its way on her desk the next morning quenched her fears.
The card with it said, in Tony’s messy scrawl- Game on, Pepper. Game on.