[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.]

Comments

[langsyne]

Feels nice, doesn't it?

[hello Pepper, Scott will just be meandering up to stand next to you, hands propped lightly against his hips. he's still wearing his Fantastic Four uniform considering that the alternative is nothing but boxer shorts, but he can still admit that the rain feels pretty damn good. he's never been much of a rain person before but after nothing but constant sun the first day, it's a nice change.]

[cleanedslate]

[ shallow surface thoughts: she looks beautiful like that, her head tipped back, the water like a cold shower on her skin.

slightly deeper thoughts: maybe it's okay to talk to her now. he gave her space, right? enough space? he wants to talk to her. he wants it to have been enough space.

deeper thoughts: is she cold at all? is the Extremis keeping her warm?

but he shuts the last down, as much as he can ever shut his thoughts down without alcohol, and steps up behind her. ]

Hey.

[ it's pitched low enough that, well, she can ignore it if she doesn't want to respond, and then he'll know she's not ready to talk to him, and then he can leave her alone.

low conflict. he's decent at that. ]