[He isn't wrong to think that. After that mistake, she needs the activity, the movement to drive the echo of guilty words out of her mind. She's always been the one to do something, and cleaning up the lab isn't at all an unfamiliar thing. She doesn't need too long to fill up a trash bag, sliding in old containers and half-eaten remains off the counters where they've lingered, to find a place for the coffee cups until she can fill the sink with warm, soapy water.
(Kitchenettes in labs: dangerous for most, necessary when its occupant is a workaholic.)
Somewhere amid all the cleaning, Pepper becomes aware of the silence broken only by the sounds of her own efforts. She's more sensitive to it lately, so she asks JARVIS to play something. Nothing from Tony's personal lists, no love songs. By the time Bruce comes back, the sounds of Vivaldi's Summer resounds through the room, cheerier than she feels, but far less weighty than being in there alone.]
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(Kitchenettes in labs: dangerous for most, necessary when its occupant is a workaholic.)
Somewhere amid all the cleaning, Pepper becomes aware of the silence broken only by the sounds of her own efforts. She's more sensitive to it lately, so she asks JARVIS to play something. Nothing from Tony's personal lists, no love songs. By the time Bruce comes back, the sounds of Vivaldi's Summer resounds through the room, cheerier than she feels, but far less weighty than being in there alone.]