Drabble: "Seventeen"

Title: "Seventeen" (Iron Man)
Rating: G for groan-worthy humor
Characters: Tony and Pepper
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor earn a profit off their representation. Nor the music involved.
Summary: Well ... a drabble and a half, technically. After years of faithful service from Pepper Potts, Tony Stark learns what she really does with her time off. It's best to see the movie first.
A/N: Because I wasn't quite done with ABBA songs, apparently - written off a suggestion from ladyofthesilent.

When he raised his welding helmet, he heard muffled strains of … something. Far above. Afraid it was a repeat of last month’s unpleasantness with Comic-Con autograph hounds, Stark tugged off his gloves and loped toward the stairs.

Halfway up, he could make out the music – how’d that get in his library? Crossing the landing and looking around the corner, he found his hardworking assistant hopping in her heels like a bunny rabbit in circles, head back, mime-yelling “Dancing Queen” into an invisible mic.

She’d never be able to lord that unchivalrous missed drink over him again.

On one of her revolutions, Potts spotted him and came to a dead stop. Color high in her cheeks flamed brighter as she frowned and straightened her blouse, obviously formulating some excuse.

“Now, see.” Deadpan, Stark bobbed his head in time with Swedish pop. “This is the worst thing I’ve caught you doing.”