After a moment's pause, Pepper nodded and then stepped back inside the house, heels clicking sharply on tile as she crossed to the kitchen. She assumed Peter would follow, if only because of how warm it was outside.

The coffee maker was one of Tony's inventions, thrown together like an afterthought, and while it might have lacked the aesthetic appeal of the one they'd left in Malibu, it did the job just as well. With Tony down at the scrapyard, it was just Peter and herself, and Pepper set about pouring them each a measure of freshly-brewed coffee into a couple of the mugs she'd long ago pilfered from the Compound.