Pepper had grown used to the unusual when it came to Tony Stark… even before the Iron Man debacle. So when she entered the workshop to find the bots frantically rolling around with various items and Stark throwing things into a bag; it took her a minute.
Then she realized he was desperately packing clothes, not machine parts. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
Her tone froze him for a moment before he resumed his actions. A few impatient foot taps brought an answer thrown over his shoulder, “I’m packing. Leaving on vacation in thirty minutes.”
“Isn’t your whole life a vacation, Mr. Stark?”