Pepper sighed. Judging by the tone, some experiment or other had been left out in the open for an unsuspecting bystander to set off—for good or for bad. She resigned herself to whatever was going on in the living room, and heeded the call of her daughter.
She didn’t even have to ask. The cat’s angry spitting and hissing was enough. Pepper silently counted to ten, and then shouted, “TONY!”
“What?!” Two voices, male and female, responded through JARVIS’ intercom program.
“Why is Natasha’s cat stuck on the ceiling?”
“It worked!? YES!” The female voice responded, and they heard a chair scraping against the floor above them, and hurried steps.
Tony was laughing, the sound echoing through the speaker. “Not my idea. All hers. Electromagnetic booby-traps, that’s pretty good for a ten year old.”