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Well, okay, he's in a bookstore, not a particularly exciting location, but it is a multistory one. And as it is, he is currently rushing into a closing elevator.
Say what you will about Tony Stark (go ahead – say it. Hell, $20 if you can come up with something he hasn't heard before because chance are, whatever you're thinking someone's already said, held a news conference on it, translated it into six or seven different languages, and had it printed up on the front page of the next day's news) but the man is not stupid. Egotistical, arrogant, self involved, inappropriately cavalier, know-it-all,ego – did he mention egotistical yet? Well, there is enough of that to list twice. He is pretty amazing, after all. Or narcissistic, as some people would put it.
In fairness he's only like that because he's so fucking brilliant. Or, you know, maybe he's just a jerk that happens to be good at physics but the end result is pretty much the same.
Tony Stark is not dumb, but go ahead and say it. Run negative ads on how this guy is nothing more than a flashy playboy who inherited his father's company. Reassure the board that they have nothing to worry about from a second generation millionaire whose biggest accomplishment to date was getting drunk enough to get his ass thrown out of his own twenty first birthday. Watch all the E! Live reporters that follow him around waiting for the show off moment that they all know is coming because Tony just can't resist and tell yourself that you'll have no trouble beating this brat at the company game. He's probably never done a days work in his life.
The first few months after his parents' deaths but before he actually acquired control of Stark Industries, Obadiah would bring these articles and report on the talk going around all saying the same thing and it drove Tony ballistic. He would hide away in his parents' mansion, sitting in his old lab in the dark just pouting. He'd pace the floors for five, six hours with a snarl and – okay, yeah, generally he acted just like the spoiled kid that everyone claimed. But, hey, he was just a kid (well, sort of) and, hello, his parents had just passed away so it's not like he didn't have a reason to go all woe is me, Hamlet level angst. Maybe crashing like, four irreplaceable classic cars in under two weeks and refusing to eat for days on end was going a little overboard, but Tony's always been a bit theatrical, ya know?
The day that Tony officially inherited his father's business and added CEO to his resume the rest of the tech sector was circling like sharks. Picture it: poor, innocent Tony all young and helpless, treading the dark waters of... Okay, fine, so it was nothing like that. More like poor, not-so-innocent Tony naked in his yacht’s hot tub surrounded by beautiful women and with a cocktail in hand, but just because he was safe aboard a million dollar boat didn't make the waters any safer. Rumor had it that some of the other big CEOs had a running bet on how long it'd be before the golden child fell. Most of them Tony knew on a first name bases. They may have been the competition, but they'd always respected Howard Stark.
His son, that's a whole different story.
He held a news conference partly because that's what is done but mostly because Tony loves having all eyes on him. He wore a fucking fabulous suit worth more than the entire audiences' combined. He didn't go on about his dad or responsibility to anything like that. Actually, he talked about how he was looking forward to all the award ceremonies and made some bad joke about how he was going to take the weapon's division and “blow them all away”. Everyone laughed and applauded and loved it; Tony always knew how to give the people what they wanted.
Then he went into the company labs, he changed into something not the monetary equivalent of a small private island, and he told all the employees hey, guys, why don't you go on. Take a break. Let the new kid handle the work today.
Looking back, probably everyone there figured this would be the last day they'd actually have their jobs. That's the kind of crash and burn everyone was expecting. In fairness, it's Tony Stark. He probably only knows 'Jobs' from industry galas.
At the time, though, Tony figured he was just being an extra cool boss. I mean, who wants to work when you could be out living life, right? Not like they were really doing anything that important, and no one wants to be stuck inside with a computer all day.
It ended up taking seventeen days, but when Tony emerged from the labs and headed up to his first big board meeting still wearing his jeans and Black Sabbath Tee he brought with him a whole new level of “smart” tech. In seventeen days Tony Stark went from being a bad bet to the guy everyone was scrambling just to keep in view.
Turns out that while Tony might be just a little self-absorbed (okay, he was the fucking Downy Quilt Paper Towels of self-absorbtion) he actually managed to learn a trick of two from the old man, not too mention the multiple Ph.D. Programs he'd completed.
So not to brag, but that's exactly what this is. Some people might find it in bad taste to be this shamelessly in love with yourself, but when you're Tony Stark it's really hard not to be. He is, after all, the kid that rocked the tech world, the CEO of a company that practically owned the military for almost nine straight years and, oh yeah, in case it even needs mentioning: a fucking super hero. There is no where in the world, no corner in the deadest parts of Siberia, where people don't recognize Tony Stark.
Which had been the first real sign that something had gone absolutely wrong.
( Tony Had 4 & 1/2 Years In The Rift )
It doesn't take long for Ianto to cave to his dreams. He tries to stay awake, and when that fails, to sleep as little as possible, but he's getting too old to subsist on coffee and adrenaline. When he gets back to his apartment, there's only an hour or so of sun left - while he appreciates the night, he prefers to stay out of it. Faced with the prospect of more coffee and less sleep, he makes his decision quickly.
The sun has long set by the time he reaches the TARDIS - he had to make a few stops first - and the city makes up for it to a degree, but even the lamps lighting the ways of Central Park are little use to him once he steps off the path. His mobile and memory light the rest of the way through the Ramble until he spies the illuminated windows. He knocks quietly with the hand wrapped around the phone, as the other hand is holding a small blue gift bag. "Hullo," he adds quietly, like she doesn't already know he's here, like she didn't see him coming from a mile away, "I've got candy."