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[oncerussian]

Gift

((Hehe this has to do with yesterday’s little argument in a way uwu))

"Come on, Nat, this way." said Tony, a smirk playing on his face as he ushered Natasha downstairs. She raised a simple eyebrow at him before she just went along with the flow, walking into his ‘garage’ or sorts.

"Why are we here, Tony?" she asked and turned to him, watching him as he walked to a table and seemed to fiddle with some items before finding what he was looking for. "Aha, here we are." he said somewhat proudly before walking back to her, putting something in her hand. "Wha-" Natasha looked into her hands and blinked, seeing a pair of keys to one of Tony’s cars, the one she’d always look at when she visited. "Well, since you never seem to drive much, I decided to give you a reason to." he smiled a bit and shrugged, making her smile a bit. "…Thanks, Tony." she said and gave him a grin, something she rarely did. He just smirked and nodded. "Just take care of her." he stated seriously which made her nod. "Of course."

[capontherocks]

I guess you would know all about parties though. Kudos for having a social life. 

[laura-weaponx23]

iamironmandamnit Started Following You

Tony Stark I believe?

[bettystark-blog]

iamironmandamnit replied to your post: I am completely done with office work, this is...

In about 15 days, hun.

Damn, it's definitely too late for a vacation then. 

[oncerussian]

 iamironmandamnit said: Something. Obviously.

I'll model. Go.

There.

[oncerussian]

Tasha, I'm bored.

What am I supposed to do about it?

[bettystark-blog]

iamironmandamnit replied to your post: Get the fuck into bed, Mrs. Stark.

Oh, wait. I’m in the guest room.

Well what are you doing there...

[lokithemischiefmaker-blog]

Beginning

The trip to New York was long and tiring; fraught with nearly-being-walked-intos, and sorry-was-that-your-foot?s. Loki's temper was short at the best of times and when they finally began the descent, the god was off the plane before the wheels touched down (he did stumble though, the speed differential is difficult to calculate when you're trying to focus on not slaughtering every bumbling human in the god-forsaken flying tin can). Attempting to get his bearings, Loki glanced across the skyline, the cityscape so familiar and so alien at the same time. He shook himself and methodically checked his illusions. It was barely a thought to keep himself hidden from these mindless midgardians, Thor was another issue, but only just. When not on the hunt, Thor would not notice a magical bird flying up his nose. The god let out a small sound of amusement at the thought, then froze as the vague conversation behind him paused.

"...What was that?"

Loki cursed himself silently but vehemently, and transported himself to the ground a few floors at a time. His teleportation was limited, mostly of use when scattering duplicates of himself. The son of Coul had felt the sting of that tactic. Loki smirked as he shifted his veils from invisibility to simple neutral perception. Clothing himself in a dark suit with green pinstripes and gold cufflinks, he projected normality and made his way back to Stark Tower, sliding through the crowds like a serpent's shadow.