Pouting

  "So, if you're going to make that interview then we'll have to cancel…um, Tony?"
  The question was moot.  She already knew he was far gone, and that he hadn't heard a word she had said, then again, listening never was his strong point.  Snapping her fingers in front of his face, Pepper put her hands on her hips, as he sat at attention.
  "Oh, hey.  You were saying something, right?  Like, words, right?"
  "Yes, Tony, I was speaking words, and you were being a jackass.  What's up with you lately?"
  "Am I not usually a jackass?"
  "That you are, but you're kinda…"  she noticed he was looking past her again, "distracted lately…what are you looking at?"
  "Huh?  Oh…nothing."  What?  No sarcastic comeback?  Pepper followed his gaze, raising an eyebrow when she found the source of distraction.
  "Bruce."  A smirk spread slowly across her face in a way that haunted Tony in his nightmares.  "You're staring at Bruce!"  The scientist behind her was deeply immersed in his tinkering, only slowing down to fix his glasses.
  Tony rested his chin on the back of his hand, frowning at his secretary, "So what?"
  "Why?"
  "Well, perhaps it's because he's the next freaking Stephen Hawking, and I'm curious as to what he's building over there.  Or, of course, I could just be focusing on those luscious lips, picturing him sprawled out on that shiny table, wearing nothing but his glasses and for some reason there's a can of whipped cream in there too, but I digress."
  Sometimes Pepper wished Tony wasn't so blunt.  This was one of those times.  "Well, why don't you, y'know,  pretend you're charming or something?"
  He pouted, looking like a toddler in 400 dollar sunglasses.  "I've tried, but the guy doesn't understand what flirting is.  Do you have any idea how many times I've hit on him just today? …28.  I've used 28 of my best moves on him, and he hasn't even batted an eye….it's a good thing he's hot."
  "Oh please Tony, nobody's that clueless."
  "Oh yeah?  Watch this."  He sauntered over to where Bruce was working, hovering above him for a second, before leaning down, combing his fingers through Bruce's curly hair.  He was doing the chin on hand, half-lidded eyes pose again, focusing on Bruce's profile while he continued working.
  "Hey Brucey…"
  The reply was short and damningly unfocused, "Hi Tony."
  "Are you busy tonight?"  Tony was using his smooth, 'I'm a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist, so why don't we hook up' voice, "Cuz my bedroom's free all night."
  "Not tired, thanks."
  Tony stopped playing with Bruce's hair, sitting up straight, looking frustrated.  He got up, walking over to Pepper.  "You see?  You see?!"
  Tony was perturbed, but Pepper was… is she laughing?  No!  That's not funny!  I'm Tony f**king Stark!  
  "I-I'm sorry," she paused a second, catching her breath, "but that was hilarious!"
  "He's either clueless or he's ignoring me…HEY BRUCE!"
  From across the large room, Bruce looked up for a quick moment, before putting his head back down, "What Tony?"  his voice wasn't annoyed, just neutral, then again, if it was annoyed, then at least Tony would know he was paying attention.
  "I WANNA F**K YOU AGAINST A WALL!"
  "That's nice" Was the short reply.
  "Oh come on!"  Tony turned to a giggling Pepper, with his mouth agape.
  She gathered up her papers, heading for the door, "Okay, you know what?  I've gotta go.  Good luck with your man."  She walked out, accompanied by a few more bouts of laughter.
  Tony pouted some more.
  "Hey Tony, can you help me out with something?"  Tony stopped pulling his pouty face, but made a point of walking there like a sassy bitch.
  He stopped, making another point of crossing his arms, "What do you need?"
  His answer came in the form of Bruce's mouth smashing against his, coupled with Bruce's hands in his hair, and eventually Bruce's tongue in his mouth.
  When they finally pulled apart, the creepiest grin spread across Tony's face, "So you're not that naïve."
  "Tony, nobody's that naïve.  Plus I could hear you and Pepper talking all the way over here."
  "Then why'd you ignore me?"
  "I like to see you pout.  And come on, what did you expect?  For me to jump you in front of Pepper?"
  "I doubt she would've minded."
   "Why don't you follow her advice and pretend you're actually charming."  
  Tony pecked Bruce on the lips, "Will do."