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Yesterday mom and I went to have lunch with one of her former students and her husband, a pair of Canadians who happened to be in DC for a few days. We ate an an Italian place at the expensive side of Tysons' Corner (they paid) where I'm not sure whether it was their fault or the cold's fault I found myself not liking the pasta at all. They are both very highly educated people who are now trying to properly break into their profession. But despite his having a medical degree, they're finding it difficult to find places, the fact that they need to find them in the same location makes it all the harder, and he's actually overqualified for most medical jobs is also a problem. It really is true nobody can find a good job these days. They invited us to come see them in Canada at some point in the future, but they might actually end up in Germany.
They were of course excited about Bianca Andreescu having already made the U.S. Open final, so naturally they're now happy she won. And that is nice, but at this point Serena's continually losing in the finals is getting really frustrating. You figure if she keeps making them she's got to win one sooner or later...

Finally finished typing this one up

Wrote this in Calais, spent the first half of this week typing up the first half, and this weekend pretty much completely rewriting the second.

Title: We are the Lucky Ones, Dear
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Tony/Pepper
Disclaimer: Now Disney owns them.
Warning: The sex and the major character death we have established in canon
Note: The first half takes place during Iron Man 3 (yes, six years after it came out, I've written a new take on *that* scene), and the second is post-Endgame

( Remember the time we made love in the roses/ and you took my picture in all sorts of poses )