Finally, a face and a voice that match what she knows in her mind. The careful gait, the confidence in the set of her shoulders tempered by years of placing herself in a position of secondary importance, not because she feels inferior, but because she recognizes the need. Tony always has to be the star. He can't function without the spotlight. If Natasha called it in their first five minutes together, she can't imagine it escaped Pepper's notice for long. The careful grooming, the femininity and the grace, the intuition of a model to find the best light and line. Everything screams Pepper Potts.

"Miss Potts." Natasha isn't immediately sure if Pepper is playing a part since they're not alone, or if something has happened and she genuinely believes that Natalie is her real name and her cover is her real life. She slows and turns, smiles at Pepper and holds out her hand. "Thank goodness. A familiar face."