[action - tropical island day 2, during the afternoon storm]

[onehotpepper]

[it's a minute or two into the rainstorm, and Pepper is standing in the rain with her face to the clouds. she left her suit jacket somewhere safe, somewhere she can go to if the lightning gets too bad. until it does, though, she's happy here, where the rain cools the air and the wind feels almost cold against her damp skin and clothes. it's a comfort that the water isn't sizzling off her when it touches her skin, like she thinks it might if she were upset or losing control.]

[this is probably the happiest she's felt since Christmas, and definitely the happiest since this mess of waking up in strange places started.]

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[onehotpepper]

[arches her eyebrows. she is most definitely holding you to that.] Don't even let JARVIS lie for you.

[the weight of what they've agreed to settles on her shoulders with the rain, lots of tiny complications that can be absorbed as easily as the water in her shirt. no big deal, right? they've got each other. she glances at the ARC reactor, glowing through his shirt, and nods.]

[meeting his gaze] We'll have to think of a better name.

[cleanedslate]

[ his lips turn up ] I think he'll prefer it that way. [ such a nag, trying to get Tony to tell you about all the times he was dying and stuff ]

[ he follows her eyes to his chest, then smiles when she looks up at him again ]

Hey, it's just branding. We can assign people to it when we get back.

[onehotpepper]

[despite the budgeting issue that might cause, the idea of it (god, it brings back memories of Marketing 101, "brand you" and "you are the product") makes her laugh. it feels wonderful, to be laughing with him, to have put to rest what kept them apart.]

[when she looks at him again, she is biting her lips] How much damage will a kiss in the rain do to your brand image?

[cleanedslate]

[ he likes it, too. feels like something loosening in his chest, just a little.

and this part is nice, too. ]

My image could only be improved.

[onehotpepper]

Well, in that case. [leans forward, presses her lips to his, feeling warm--the good kind of warm]

[cleanedslate]

[ he meets it, soft. soft is good, and the rain feels nice. he lets the jacket he was holding over her head slip just a little, so that his hands are on her shoulders, and then he's just holding her in the rain. ]