and my lipstick on your face

Tony’s like a bolt of lightning in clunky combat boots; a five-foot-two stick of dynamite who never manages to keep her firetruck red lipstick inside the lines but pulls it off anyway; a billionaire socialite who has to be reminded at least half the time to wear a bra when she’s leaving the house. She’s exhausting. She’s brilliant. She is going to give Pepper a heart attack, one of these days.

It’s the being in love with her that’s the problem.