This is how I show my love

[iron_ically]

In theory, his armor is supposed to protect him from any serious injury. It’s surprising how often it fails. Of course, it seems to be directly related to how often he gets blown up. Maybe that’s what should be surprising, or maybe not considering the mission he’s given himself: world peace.

Injury is the reason he’s running late, or being blow up is. Either way, he lands on the roof of his house with a less than graceful thud. He stumbles, scraping the knee of the suit against the concrete.

“Mr. Stark, shall I inform you guest that you’ve arrived?”

“Unless she’s gone deaf, she’s aware. Apologize for me and let her know I’m going to dress for dinner and be right with her.”

What he really meant was that he was going to clean up, bandage what needed bandaging, self-medicate with scotch then join her for dinner. Whether he’d be dressed appropriately or not was still up for debate.

Getting out of the suit had been a breeze; it was all automated. Getting out of the shower was going to be a problem simply because Tony loved his shower, particularly when he felt like he’d been dragged across miles of concrete. Oh. Wait. He had.

“JARVIS, have dummy bring me a scotch and assure the pretty girl that is hopefully still waiting for me that I do plan on keeping our date.”

She would forgive him, or at least he hoped she would. He actually liked this one enough to have more than one date. He liked her enough that he was concerned about pissing her off, enough that despite the fact he hurt enough to have scotch in the shower, he didn’t want to break the date.

It was, quite possibly, a first for Tony Stark.

Comments

[moderatelyfluent]

Niamh was used to waiting. She had four older brothers, waiting was basically how she spent 80% of her time. (The other 20% was split between punching and various other activities.) Luckily, Tony Stark's house was a hell of a lot more comfortable than her own.

So comfortable that when she was told she would need to wait a little long, she didn't really care. Instead, she draped herself across the closest couch and closed her eyes. It was the most comfortable couch in the entire existence of couches. She didn't like leather couches, as a rule, but this one was so soft and smooth it was like a million old ladies died chewing the leather until is felt like silk. And it was cool to the touch, making her happy she had left her jacket on over her dress.

It was like laying on a cloud, one leg dangling off the side. One hand rested on her stomach and the other lifted to cover her eyes from the light until they mysteriously dimmed and her hand dropped to the couch next to the puddle of her hair. "Thanks JARVIS."

She wouldn't mind waiting if this was where she got to wait.

She might fall asleep though, waiting on a cloud like this.