"H-how did you...?" Pepper backtracks a step, brought up short by his words. How could he know about Morgan? For a moment, a pain-laden confusion is at the forefront in her mind. But a moment later, it gets pushed aside in favor of simple... anger. No, suddenly she is furious. How fucking dare he? Her expression shutters even as her nostrils flare a little as her breathing picks up, jaw clenching as she grits her teeth.
"You think I don't know that?" When she finally speaks, her voice is so chilly it could freeze the Arctic. She starts out soft enough, but every word spilling from her lips is more weighty, just a little more fervent. "You think that I'm not looking at you right now, sounding and looking every inch like my Tony, and not know with painful clarity that you're not him? Do you think I want to be here?"
She waves a gauntleted arm in a sharp, angry movement, haphazardly indicating their surroundings.
"I left my daughter behind to join my husband in battle because something a million times worse than whatever petty turf war is going on here was on its way. I made a promise to my little girl that we'd be back soon, without knowing if that was true. I did it because I had to. And instead, I somehow end up here."
Something bitter twists at her expression. "So instead of lecturing me about things I already know, Mr. High Chancellor, tell me instead how to get the hell out of here, back home. You can be sure I'll be gone before you even know it!"
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"You think I don't know that?" When she finally speaks, her voice is so chilly it could freeze the Arctic. She starts out soft enough, but every word spilling from her lips is more weighty, just a little more fervent. "You think that I'm not looking at you right now, sounding and looking every inch like my Tony, and not know with painful clarity that you're not him? Do you think I want to be here?"
She waves a gauntleted arm in a sharp, angry movement, haphazardly indicating their surroundings.
"I left my daughter behind to join my husband in battle because something a million times worse than whatever petty turf war is going on here was on its way. I made a promise to my little girl that we'd be back soon, without knowing if that was true. I did it because I had to. And instead, I somehow end up here."
Something bitter twists at her expression. "So instead of lecturing me about things I already know, Mr. High Chancellor, tell me instead how to get the hell out of here, back home. You can be sure I'll be gone before you even know it!"