"Well, he is Tony," Natasha mused, lips curving upwards at the corner as she met Pepper's gaze. "I'm told it's part of his charm."

She moved towards one of the chairs Pepper's office had so thoughtfully provided. "So. I'm sure you have a million and one questions and I'll be happy to answer them if you'll forgive me for answering 'I don't know' to about half of them."