[ you'd think with what her boyfriend gets up to and the company he keeps, pepper's first thought might have been a massive hammer or something, but nope. she still comes from a time saturated with enough gun violence that makes "weapon" translate automatically to "gun". though something like a metal pipe, a blunt kind of hitting device, probably won't go amiss. she's got good aim for those sorts of things. ]

Well, we've been through swarms of robots controlled by megalomaniac artificial intelligence, aliens pouring through holes in the sky, what's next? My money's on a plague of locusts. Or zombies.

[ ah, the bliss of ignorance.

pepper doesn't need to be told twice (or at all, as the case may be) to get moving, and she follows natasha quite willingly. she doesn't think of herself as being particularly useless, not at all, but this is natasha's forte and like she said, she'll defer to her. besides, she can learn a lot. it's like a school trip. a really, really creepy one with — well, the messages on the doors aren't particularly comforting, to say the least. pepper sees them anyway, but says nothing, just swallowing thickly. ]

Complete with vehicles and keys?

[ just. you know. natasha can probably hot-wire a car if not, but surely it's worth checking. ]