[Okay this is-- confusing, for one. But most of all it's just annoying because, damnit, he has questions and she's flipping out and he feels bad about it and this was all just so much easier when he wasn't falling for her.]

I did die, I can pretty firmly say I died. I wouldn't be here if I didn't die because, apparently, the world doesn't like me enough to have me here helping people- that is not fair because - Pepper, how am I supposed to know why I was flying you? There had to be a reason, and I will stand by that reason, because flying isn't that bad and you're just annoyed because you were probably hundreds of feet in the air in a dress and yes I know it was wrecked, I kind of saw the wrecking, but you know what they were shooting at me. It is not my fault when things get blown up because people are trying to kill me.

[No, really, stay off topic. Or on topic. He's starting to get into the scream-y bickery levels of their conversations]

You quit? You're not allowed to quit, I don't accept it. The forms don't even exist for you to quit, you'd just be going on a long vacation and I refuse to pay for more than a day of that, and- wait. Pepper. Pepper, Pepper. Pepper, Pepper, Pepper.

[He's exasperated by then, having said her name enough that she has to be paying some sort of attention to what he's saying]

I kissed you? I really- I mean, yeah, I was planning to. But this is- so this a thing? You and me?