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[hisfinessearchive]

@starkindustrics​ gets a thief husband.

        ❝ you know, at this rate, i’m beginning to think you’ve lost touch with what it means to relax. ❞ honestly, tony --- you’ve been at it relentlessly, and here, you have one beloved napoleon solo demanding both attention and affection. the petulance evident on his face makes it apparent that there is no room for argument; the workshop is off limits for the remainder of the day, lest you dare summon a lecture from one frustrated panther. ❝ --- why don’t you join me? ❞

[bastienprice-a]

    Working to protect politicians or important businessmen and women was one thing, but to be hired to protect a worldwide celebrity and known superhero that was not something David had ever imagined himself doing. It had taken him by surprise that he had been approached for this job, but he knew he would never get a better opportunity than that. After resigning at Scotland Yard he had been working hard at finding hire with people who would offer him a decent pay. He didn't want his decision to mean he wouldn't be able to help pay for his children's schools and the house. With this new job, that hardly seemed to be something he needed to be concerned about. Protecting one of the world's most intelligent people had to pay well.

It was the first time he would meet Mr. Stark and he was curious to see how he was in person. Did the tabloids paint an accurate picture of him?

     David wasn't nervous at the first meeting, but this was his first proper job after resigning with the Metropolitan Police of London. Being allowed to have a gun on him again and wearing a tailored suit with kevlar underneath his shirt felt very familiar brought a certain thrill to it. He was getting better at handling his nerves, but right now he felt his fingers go numb. David checked and double-checked the area around them, scouting for any possible threats and carefully studying each civilian in the area to see signs of unusual behaviour. There were none. A short while after, his new principal arrived on British soil and David was introduced by one of his staff.

         "Welcome to London, sir."  He greeted formally as he would with his past principals.

@starkindustrics​ and plotted bodyguard adventures.

[atlantisking]

those are some hot moves arthur

“   I’m doing it   strictly   for charity.   “

@starkindustrics

[americanasitgetsold]

starkindustrics replied to your post: a look.

sexy

agreed.

[lycanstark-a]

lemme tell you a thing about logan. he may dislike his father, and will all around be a sarcastic little shit to him every chance he gets ;  but he’ll FOK U UP if you so much as breathe wrong in tony’s direction. like HEY MOTHERFUCKER, THAT’S MY JOB; S T E P OFF. fite me.

[dcvilment]

Attention. I need someone to watch over the Kitchen tomorrow night so I can take the night off and go on a date with T--Someone.

[ownsthenight]

@starkindustrics​ | ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ.

           IT HAD BEEN HIS WISH for a more perfect timing. Yet, that was the thing about time. No one ever truly had a grasp of it. Couldn’t bend it to their will; rewind, reset. It was what it was, as was now. Late. Fashionably so, he could joke. Not that Bruce felt much like joking these days. Nevertheless, it was by days. Could have been worse, he knew ---- considering the COUNTLESS BIRTHDAYS he must have missed, by now. The price he paid for the night. Tonight would be the first he’d seen Tony, in the flesh, in some time. Another regret. He’s got plenty. Perhaps, it’s his hope, that he’ll manage to mend some of the cracks between them; the fracture that occurred between them. 

So of course, it’s what led him to New York City. Furthermore, STARK TOWER that gleamed fascinatingly high among everything else. Cutting edge, classy ------ every bit Tony’s. Bothering to call, to announce himself simply wasn’t his style. Take a Lamborghini through to the streets, and simply show up was precisely what happened. No troubles letting himself in, though he thinks he should personally thank Ms. Potts for that later. Instead, it’s a casual stroll from there on out ------ at least until he’s FOUND HIM.

Peering up at the level above, catching a glimpse of a familiar face. A world of history, MEMORIES, trickling back until he’s practically near a smile. 

 ❛ I’m a LITTLE LATE, if i recall correctly, ❜ he voiced, hands tucked neatly into Armani pockets.   ❛ Sorry about that. It’s been awhile, old friend. ❜  

                              ❛ --------- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Tony. ❜    

[dontdoboyfriends]

@starkindustrics  ;; liked

               “Don’t you ever worry that some might think you are paying me for my company? --- I mean have you seen my FACE? All these old foxes you surround yourself with probably can’t contain their excitement just seeing me on these events.”