[ POST-AVENGERS, PRE-IM3 | SEMI-CANON ] TONY STARK, also known as "The Most Brilliant Person You'll Ever Lay Eyes on". That, or Iron Man. Title seems to stick to me like glue. Now, if you're here for autographs, I only give those away on Thursdays and Christian holidays, but if you're here for business, I hope you at least pay attention to office hours. And how I'm not usually there to begin with. Disclaimer: Tony Stark does not belong to me; the rights to him belong to Marvel. The Avengers, Iron Man, and all other miscellaneous names and factions are copyrighted to Marvel. tracking the '#anthonystarkjust' tag
current magic!anon: n/a, not accepting.
i may be remaking tony in lieu of the release of IM3--shiny new url and page and all. he's gonna keep his connections made on this account, i believe, but i may rework his canon/background and everything. not sure.
“Uhm. No. It’s gonna be a night time thing. But it’ll be outdoors. I’ll need it to be. One of my cubs turns into a dragon at night. Oh yeah… I have cubs now. They’re adopted. Gnee!”
-It may as well be the end of the world for her, living without him. For so long. She knew he’d come back- of course, but there was never any guarantee of when or how. Or even if he’d return standing, or in a box.-
I got a good handle on it. How did you think I felt, like a guy rolling around in a field of daisies?
Missed you a lot, kiddo. [He presses another kiss to her skin, but this time on her temple, pulling back slightly and tilting his head down so he can look Kathy in the eye.] Don't you think otherwise. You're smart, aren't you?
Hold on, hold on-- is this going to be a barefoot-on-the-beach affair? Tell me it isn't, Han. Please. [He's joking, of course, but he makes sure to put on his most terrified face.] I don't think I could handle a wedding on the beach at all.
“A red and gold New York is what the world needs, Mr. Stark. Don’t give up on that dream. Gnee! By the way, you’re totally invited to the ceremony my mate and I will be having.” Hanna’s tail was a blur behind him.
[Tony's quiet for a while, all traces of humor wiped from his face, and he purses his lips before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her, pressing a kiss to Kathy's forehead.]
... M'sorry, sweetheart. [His grip is firm, unrelenting, secure.] You know I had to.
[Both of Tony's brows lift at that. Why is it that everyone he knows seems to be married or on the verge of marriage? What, did he miss some inane water poisoning while he was working? Jesus.]
Wow. That's... for once, I sincerely think I can't think of a story to compare. [He laughs, shaking his head with a little 'tsk'.]
I've been decent. Had a lot of people yelling at me the past few months--probably had a lot to do with the fact that nobody wanted me to redecorate the city in red and gold, which is, by the way, a ridiculous thing on account of red and gold being the most brilliant colors in the world.
[A grin touches his mouth.] I've been putting the 'philanthro' in 'genius billionaire playboy philanthropist', essentially. And maybe kickin' ass in the meantime, but that's a regular.
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I heard. Gnee! I got a new form if you wanna study it. Since other Euros don’t got magic on them. GNEE!! [The were hugs like nobody’s bizniz]
A... new form? [Tony's bewildered at that, but he's admittedly curious--and a chuckle escapes him as he returns Hanna's hug. Didn't think he'd miss that.]
You're definitely going to fill me in--if your, ah, Alpha lets you. That is. I forget the technicalities of the were-pack.
More importantly, though-- [Tony pulls back, clapping both his hands on Hanna's shoulders and grinning.] --how've you been, hotshot?
Am I losing my top here? My apologies I didn’t realize, you see, I’m not terribly brilliant when it comes to those uh, out of my, hm… city, I guess. Too used to Midnight City, you know? Or uh, don’t know really. Putting words in your mouth there, sorry.
Ahem, uh, okay, subject change! We were doing the greeting thing. Pleasure to meet you, Mister Stark, the alias is Die.
... actually, you're welcome to continue rambling about your city. By all means. It's really beginning to turn into a point of interest, and it would be oh so impolite to stop short.
Pleasure's mine, Die--and I hope you're named after the object and not the action, because, just for the record, the latter makes me a little uncomfortable.
Lamont... Lamont Tou... Un? No, it definitely starts with a-- [Tony snaps his fingers.] Toucey! Lamont Toucey. Good ol' French Lamont Toucey.
You are aware that you owe me coffee, right? 'cause you owe me coffee. Steaming coffee.
Unless... [The statement doesn't sound as harmful as it could, and really Tony's being almost painfully casual, but he does give the other man a pointed glance.] You don't know what the hell I'm talking about, do you?
A-adoring fans? Ah, oh dear. You’re one of them on the top fellas, aren’t you? Jee all these timeline shenanigans are something I tell ya. It ain’t ringing a bell though, sorry- I mean, I’m sure you don’t know me and I’m pretty sorta infamous myself.
Unless you’re one of them law abiding fancy kinds, then uh, I’m clean as a whistle sir?
The social mimic happened a little quicker than he could properly stall it. A fake smile since the ‘introduction’ response was activated. Didn’t ever reach his eyes. Which were not going to be doing much in the way of blinking until further notice. Part of the initial data ‘scanning’ process.
“Sherlock Holmes.” He offered a gloved hand out to shake as well. As per the dictations of the practiced set of actions he’d grown up with. “I haven’t been to any of their acts in person, but have sat through a couple of recordings when foul play was suspected in an accident.”
[Immediately Tony thinks he's one of those 'smart men', and it's almost bizarre how goosebumps prickle the back of his neck at the feeling of being examined in a manner that's nothing short of thorough. His lips twitch into a smile of his own--crooked, the left corner higher than the right--and he takes the man's hand to give it a firm shake.]
Foul play? [He doesn't bother saying 'it's a pleasure to meet you'; the statement doesn't seem like it'd matter to Holmes at all. He doesn't give his name, either--he's sure Holmes is aware of it, as many people are, and nevertheless the lack of confusion on his end only reinforces that. Instead, Tony lets go and cocks a brow upward in curiosity.] A crime solver, are you?
So tell me, Mr. Holmes, was it or was it not foul play, because I'm going to need to take this into consideration the next time I decide to take a turn towards the exotic. Wouldn't want to involve myself in the grayer areas of the law, you know--done enough of that in the college years, and the feds wouldn't want to see me again, distressingly handsome as I am.