Like most heirs to wealth and power, Tony had attended boarding schools. Multiple. School after boarding school, all the most elite, all promising to turn out cultured, educated young adults groomed for success in business. None of them had known what to do with a kid that was more interested in the inner workings of an engine, the inner workings of the newest computers (still a room large at that time) than history, philosophy or culture. Not to mention his fondness for pranks. And so kicked out of one, Howard sent him to another for the cycle to start over before they finally found him intelligent enough for college when he was finishing middle school, handed him a diploma, and declared him out of their hair.
Tony doesn't bother to hide his own tinkering with his cell, flicking open a new blueprint for a renovation of the core in the larger arc reactor that powered his building. He does laugh at Sherlock's comment, ending it with a long drink of the coffee, "Of course past. You met Pep, and you know how I feel about my head remaining attached to the rest of my body. I don't dally without permission."
It's not a complete admission of fidelity, but it's certainly more than his past self would ever allow. Perhaps Pepper has been a bit more of a calming influence on the wild child inventor than even Tony would admit.
"Small talk is no one's specialty except for politicians and con artists," He smirks knowingly, "Which doesn't explain why you don't like it. But, I'll allow you your idiosyncrasies. So. It's always nice to meet a fan--but, I do have to ask. Which do you prefer, my old or my new stuff?" The weapons or the clean energy.
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Tony doesn't bother to hide his own tinkering with his cell, flicking open a new blueprint for a renovation of the core in the larger arc reactor that powered his building. He does laugh at Sherlock's comment, ending it with a long drink of the coffee, "Of course past. You met Pep, and you know how I feel about my head remaining attached to the rest of my body. I don't dally without permission."
It's not a complete admission of fidelity, but it's certainly more than his past self would ever allow. Perhaps Pepper has been a bit more of a calming influence on the wild child inventor than even Tony would admit.
"Small talk is no one's specialty except for politicians and con artists," He smirks knowingly, "Which doesn't explain why you don't like it. But, I'll allow you your idiosyncrasies. So. It's always nice to meet a fan--but, I do have to ask. Which do you prefer, my old or my new stuff?" The weapons or the clean energy.