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bigapplesauce2012-12-06 11:49 am
fun_vee) wrote in bigapplesauce2012-12-06 11:49 am
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It's been the kind of day when all you want to do is collapse. He punches the little round button marked with a P and pulls at his tie as the elevator glides smoothly upward, thinking of nothing else but a drink and a long shower and sleep. He heads off Jarvis' rundown of the day's events with a simple but curt no; bad enough he had to sit through all the meetings with the board and with the building inspector and the energy department once already. Instead he heads for the bar on the side of the living area, pours a drink, and slumps back into the sofa, dumping the contents of his pockets (along with his tie) on the cushion beside him. For a split second, Tony lets his eyes droop close and takes in the single moment of calm.
When he feels the pull in his stomach and the rush of air by his head and hears the far-off wail of New York City traffic get a whole lot closer, Tony opens his eyes again with a start. The soft sofa is now a firm wooden park bench, the dim light of the penthouse replaced with the even dimmer one given off by a street lamp. His first instinct is to look at the drink in his hand-- but it's barely been touched, so that's one explanation out the window.
No sense wasting the alcohol, though.
Tony drains the glass before setting it down on the bench beside him. He pats his pockets for his phone before realizing he left it in the penthouse-- but it's fine. The tower can't be more than a few blocks from the park; he'd just walk back, call Fury, and triple check that he wasn't building the Avengers' new base on a wormhole. Not exactly the perfect solution, but definitely a temporary one.
When he feels the pull in his stomach and the rush of air by his head and hears the far-off wail of New York City traffic get a whole lot closer, Tony opens his eyes again with a start. The soft sofa is now a firm wooden park bench, the dim light of the penthouse replaced with the even dimmer one given off by a street lamp. His first instinct is to look at the drink in his hand-- but it's barely been touched, so that's one explanation out the window.
No sense wasting the alcohol, though.
Tony drains the glass before setting it down on the bench beside him. He pats his pockets for his phone before realizing he left it in the penthouse-- but it's fine. The tower can't be more than a few blocks from the park; he'd just walk back, call Fury, and triple check that he wasn't building the Avengers' new base on a wormhole. Not exactly the perfect solution, but definitely a temporary one.