train wreck on the way to nowhere (смешанная)

Pepper closes her eyes briefly. "Your sig, Tony. Have you looked at it in the past couple of days?"
"No, why would I?"
"I think you should."
His heart skips a beat and it has nothing to do with the arc reactor and everything to do with the look on her face, the way she's biting her lip. He remembers, then, that quiet morning in bed with Maria Stark when she told him how sigs could change, and he doesn't want to think about what that means. He can't think about it, not now when the clock is ticking down and he has about five minutes to haul ass downtown or Fury is going to follow through on his threat.
"I have to go," he says, avoiding her eyes, and leaves the room in a hurry.
In a world where your perfect match's signature is written on your wrist for all to see, sometimes change is even harder to accept.