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Thursday, March 22nd, 2012
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8:14 am - WCA
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I need to go to New York for a short trip to check in with the Manhattan office of Stark Industries.
I'll be gone Thursday morning to Friday morning. JARVIS should be able to handle everything, but if there's a problem, you have my number.
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| Sunday, November 20th, 2011
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2:38 pm - Avengers Server East and West
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| Friday, November 18th, 2011
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11:13 pm
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| Saturday, August 27th, 2011
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12:48 pm
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| Wednesday, July 6th, 2011
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3:03 pm - [006] Avengers
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| Saturday, June 11th, 2011
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8:51 am - 005 - Status Update
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| Tuesday, April 5th, 2011
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6:41 pm
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Oh my God, I've got a wedding coming up. I need a dress! And shoes!! Why do I always put these things off till the last minute?
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| Tuesday, February 1st, 2011
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12:15 am - 4.) Dammit all to Hell!
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| Saturday, January 15th, 2011
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5:13 am
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| Friday, December 10th, 2010
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7:55 pm - 3.) WCA Avengers
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| Monday, September 13th, 2010
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5:43 am - 02.] Avengers (WCA)
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I'm going to be spending today working from my room. If there's something you need urgently, let me know right away and it will be taken care of promptly.
Everything is fine.
I hope everyone is feeling much better now.
( Tony )
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| Tuesday, August 17th, 2010
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11:56 pm - 1.) Avengers (WCA) plus Bruce, Jan, Hank, and any other visiting guests
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Hi Everyone,
I hope you're all adjusting as best you can.
Any damaged done to the mansion, or the property therein is heavily insured, and should be reported as soon as possible. I know this is a trying time for everyone, and we're still learning how to control the new powers we've been given, so try not to feel guilty about things beyond your control, like burnt rugs. I always hated that rug. Please have patience with one another while the situation's being worked out, and do what you can to help where it's needed.
Let me know if we're running low on medical supplies, food, clean linen I'm having trouble fitting into the laundry room at the moment, or anything else you might need, and I'll get right on top of that.
~ Pepper Potts
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| Sunday, July 4th, 2010
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12:15 pm
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| Saturday, May 8th, 2010
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3:40 pm
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| Tuesday, March 30th, 2010
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11:36 am - Tweets for 3/30/10
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| Wednesday, March 17th, 2010
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6:16 pm - Tug of War
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Pepper's days always started early. She was out of bed by 4AM, at Tony's penthouse by 6AM and, depending on the day, either hustling Tony out of his lab or out of bed by 7AM. By then, she'd had an hour to re-examine the day's schedule (which she already had committed to memory the night before), organize the paperwork for the first round of business to be attended to, and perhaps most important - figure out where Tony was, exactly.
If he'd had 'company' the night before (and Pepper used the term lightly), Tony was never still in bed himself. Then it was her job to get the lady, or ladies, dressed and on their way before either a) they had a chance to distract Tony from work, or b) he had to see them again and stumble around the fact that he'd usually already forgotten their names. Those morning, and some others, Tony was already in his 'garage' - not actually a garage at all, though it did have cars - working ferociously on something or other. On these days, it was 'simply' a matter of pulling him away from said project, shoving him into the shower - sometimes quite literally- all the while going over the schedule and highlighting the important points he needed to remember for that morning.
If by some miracle Tony had managed to get some sleep the night before, her morning routine was even more complicated. After taking care of her other business and peering carefully into Tony's bedroom (the things she'd seen...), she realized it was going to be one of those mornings.
Taking a breath and tucking a loose strand of her red hair behind an ear, she first went to the windows, opening the shades to let the dim morning light filter into the room. He was lying on his stomach, sprawled completely across the width of the California King-Sized bed, the electromagnet in his chest pressed against the mattress so she couldn't see it. This was almost a relief - it reminded her of the months he'd been trapped in Afghanistan, and she didn't particularly like to think about that time. Nonetheless, the magnet was fascinating. Sheets covered him from waist to mid-calve, which spared her a great deal of embarrassment as well. Not that it was anything she hadn't seen from him before - the man undressed in front of her so casually, she often felt like a wardrobe - but it spared her the ever-present teasing: "If you wanted a show, Potts, you could have simply asked."
Quickly selecting his clothing for the day, Pepper lay them on the divan in Tony's luxuriously appointed, though highly modern, bathroom and grabbed his robe, holding it before her like a shield as she finally approached her bosses sleeping figure.
"Time to get up, Tony. Rise and shine."
Tony grumbled something about mornings and rolled over. She dropped the robe over him quickly. "Come on, up and at 'em. You've got a 9 o'clock with Rand International, and it just gets worse from there." She interpreted his garbled reply to mean that he needed further encouragement. She grabbed his arm and tugged - hard. Despite four-inches of heel, Pepper had a lot of practice performing minor miracles.
It took ten minutes, but finally she got Tony to his feet (robe draped over him in a nearly-modest fashion), and into the bathroom. Pepper turned on the water, got it to the scalding hot temperature he preferred, then shut the door behind her, snagging the robe on her way out and trusting that the nudity, combined with the lure of a hot shower would do the rest of the job for her.
Frowning, Pepper paused before she could take a step. She'd only just noticed it on her way out - a deep purple bruise on Tony's left side. She couldn't think of what it might be from, but as she went down to start the espresso machine, she determined to ask her boss about it later... as soon as she could think of a way to bring it up that wouldn't earn her more teasing for having noticed.
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