( it's a wise idea, mr. stark; ensuring you keep an eye on those shadows, the fog-clouded alleys and what lingers on those rooftops. there's never really a moment of peace, not with her. see most of those targets on her back have been drawn so softly, so discreetly she hasn't noticed them, hasn't felt them with brittle hands running over her skin in the shower.
it's a waiting game, the teeming patience that comes with waiting for hell's kitchen to open it's mouth for you once more.
a snicker, then, as she buckles in and settles her purse across her lap. heart of her palm always resting just up against that weight beneath the leather, a pathetic means of protection for what she's up against, but something nonetheless. )
'Billionaire with a huge global presence.' ( a flash of blue hues over to him, now, reading what features she can make within the dim light of the cabin. )
Didn't realize you and discreetness knew one another.
[Tony isn't so scared of the city streets anymore. There was a time when his biggest fears whilst 'out and about' were being recognised and having to spend the next however many minutes smiling and signing whatever junk someone had on them at the time. That, or being yelled at for the general chaos that rained on Manhattan after the deal with Loki.
He's here for a very different reason, and although he is quite sure that someone like Karen Page has seen, witnessed and got her own strong opinions about the way he handled the clean up efforts - that is a time that has passed for him.]
Who else?
[He flashes a grin, and with a single press of a button the car fires up. It's quiet, and incredibly smoothly they're off on a journey to Stark Tower - because quite frankly he doesn't want to be seen anywhere in New York with a hot young blonde reporter.]
( the pearled gleam of his grin catches her attention, albeit for just a moment, before the light rumble of the car beneath her comes to life. she has to wonder what his honest intentions were, slipping into the nooks of the city like this when he could be safely tucked behind his layers of security, in buildings where privacy just meant going enough floors up, 'til it's just you and that deep indigo of the skyline.
elbow goes to rest at the window beside her, bed of her nails habitually falling to the pout of her mouth as gaze settles again on the gentle blur of streetlights. )
Not exactly.
( there's a relative unease that sits with her, the tug of unfinished stories, columns still waiting with that blinking cursor on a glaring screen. )
Then again I don't spend much of my time trying to figure out men who put themselves out there. Kind of ruins the mystery.
[He's aware that this is weird. It's certainly not something he usually gets up to on an evening - but Karen Page had caught his attention a while ago, as someone who was driven toward finding the truth and when he'd done a little digging of his own he'd come to appreciate the tone of her articles.]
I'm sure you have much more important stories to write.
[Tony had only recently started to put work before partying and the other stuff that came along with it. He gets it. Sort of.]
Seriously though, I need the mystery written out of it. We're going big with this clean energy stuff and I want to put Stark Industries at the head of-- clean living. Clean stories, I mean, honest.
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( it's a wise idea, mr. stark; ensuring you keep an eye on those shadows, the fog-clouded alleys and what lingers on those rooftops. there's never really a moment of peace, not with her. see most of those targets on her back have been drawn so softly, so discreetly she hasn't noticed them, hasn't felt them with brittle hands running over her skin in the shower.
it's a waiting game, the teeming patience that comes with waiting for hell's kitchen to open it's mouth for you once more.
a snicker, then, as she buckles in and settles her purse across her lap. heart of her palm always resting just up against that weight beneath the leather, a pathetic means of protection for what she's up against, but something nonetheless. )
'Billionaire with a huge global presence.' ( a flash of blue hues over to him, now, reading what features she can make within the dim light of the cabin. )
Didn't realize you and discreetness knew one another.
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He's here for a very different reason, and although he is quite sure that someone like Karen Page has seen, witnessed and got her own strong opinions about the way he handled the clean up efforts - that is a time that has passed for him.]
Who else?
[He flashes a grin, and with a single press of a button the car fires up. It's quiet, and incredibly smoothly they're off on a journey to Stark Tower - because quite frankly he doesn't want to be seen anywhere in New York with a hot young blonde reporter.]
You didn't work it out?
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elbow goes to rest at the window beside her, bed of her nails habitually falling to the pout of her mouth as gaze settles again on the gentle blur of streetlights. )
Not exactly.
( there's a relative unease that sits with her, the tug of unfinished stories, columns still waiting with that blinking cursor on a glaring screen. )
Then again I don't spend much of my time trying to figure out men who put themselves out there. Kind of ruins the mystery.
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I'm sure you have much more important stories to write.
[Tony had only recently started to put work before partying and the other stuff that came along with it. He gets it. Sort of.]
Seriously though, I need the mystery written out of it. We're going big with this clean energy stuff and I want to put Stark Industries at the head of-- clean living. Clean stories, I mean, honest.