4532/Blow out the Candles
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| Blow out the Candles | |
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| Date of Scene: | 29 May 2018 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Black Cat meets Iron Man, plus donuts. |
| Cast of Characters: | Iron Man, Black Cat
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- Iron Man has posed:
It's late. 11ish pm sort of late. The city is busy as always, though not as severe as the holiday weekend has seen. Most people have work on Tuesday, after all. A 24 hour donut shop a few blocks away from the massive towers and iconic buildings such as the Empire State building, Fisk and Stark towers. The large donut in neon fuzzes in and out a little bit, which gathers the attention of a superhero hanging around on the roof next to it. He turns, setting his little pink box down, and moves over a few feet behind the sign, disappearing partially due to it blocking his body.
But not exactly hidden; Iron Man is pretty visible, having his own personal lights, but people don't often look up. He finishes fixing the sign, and plops back down next to it, staring into the city, helmet next to him by his right thigh.
- Black Cat has posed:
"So this is what the great Iron Man does in his downtime. Doing donuts on the roof..." There is a light giggle behind him and off to one side. There in the shadows behind an air conditioning unit stands a figure illuminated only by a shaft of blue light from a neon sign. The shaft, on the diagonal, illuminates half a delicately masked face and silvery platinum hair cascading down over her shoulder. "Must be a slow night, eh?"
- Iron Man has posed:
Tony turns to look, of course, amused smile evident even before he takes in the slant of the light across a feminine hip. "Tony," Tony requests. "Taking a break between parties in the tower and the yacht," Tony replies with his easy, truthful arrogance. "Crazy weekend, heading into a crazier week. Entirely self inflicted, though." There a fuzziness to his voice that suggests the donuts are AFTER some drinking had occurred. Tony pauses, and lifts the box a little towards her, in an offhanded offering that she's welcome to come over and take one.
- Black Cat has posed:
The Black Cat smiles and slips out of the shadows to join Tony, peering into the box. She is clearly interested, but finally shakes her head. "Drunkin' Donuts...Tempting, but I can't eat stuff like that, and dress like this." She indicates the skintight black catsuit with its plunging neckline. "At least I can't, and still look this good..."
- Iron Man has posed:
Tony isn't hiding his appreciative look at the skintight black cat suit areas - or more particularly, what it isn't covering, but that can't be a shock. He's not exactly the subtle or elusive type. 'Playboy billionaire' and all. He clearly looks over what she's indicating -- that long, deep neckline, and answers, "Didn't get the super power lottery ticket of eating garbage but staying healthy? I didn't either, but don't tell anyone. If they think I have to work out, it could damage my image." Tony finishes the bit of donut he had in his gauntleted hand, and flips the lid of the box shut with a flick of fingers.
"Still, the donuts did their heavy lifting, bringing /you/ over to chat." A winning, immediate smile is added, the same one he pans into news camera lenses or board meetings or at his giant opulent parties. Tony's exactly like he seems on television, in person: a 'stark' flashy charisma, effortless and quick.
- Black Cat has posed:
Hushing a finger against the curve of her lips, Cat's wild blue eyes shine in the neon like with a mischievous green sparkle. "I won't tell, if you won't." Whether she's talking about his secret workouts, or his calling a stray kitten over from the shadows, she leaves that question lingering between them. "No excitement tonight?" she asks, peering over the edge of the roof. "Or too much?"
- Iron Man has posed:
"Just between. You might actually be here to celebrate with me in a minute," Tony says, idly, snaring his helmet with a hand, and kind of vaguely addressing it. "How long now?"
A disembodied voice of JARVIS replies from the vicinity of the helmet, "Past, by two minutes, sir. Happy Birthday," the 'helmet voice' answers in it's serious way. Tony arches his brows some across at the Cat, lips pulling sideways in a sly, rueful smile. His mouth moves a little, as if he were moving his tongue over the inside of his teeth, eyes shifting to pan over the city.
- Black Cat has posed:
"Ohh, really? Sounds like I made it just in the nick of time." Cat moves to position herself between Tony and the city his watchful gaze protects. "And what does the Amazing Tony Stark want for his birthday?" She pauses a moment, inclining her head, those blue eyes a sparkle with a vivid green. "Have you made a wish?"
- Iron Man has posed:
Tony's eyes adjust to her immediately as she moves into his gaze, dark eyes focusing smoothly. He's not drunk really, just an edge of being relaxed. "Sadly, I don't think any candles -- or anything else -- is going to be blown on this roof tonight," Tony comments sleekly, amused. "Which is just as well: I don't have a wish yet, I have everything I could want, really." It's good to be Tony Stark.
"Maybe I'll be generous with my wish again this year." He gets to his feet, smiles down at her again, cheeky. "D'you think I'm sober enough now to not get lectured too severely? Even if it /is/ deserved?" Tony asks.
- Black Cat has posed:
"You don't seem any the worse for wear, Mr. Stark." Cat smiles slyly and blows a kiss. "You can run off and be a hero. I'll TRY to be a good girl..." But no promises made mean no promises broken.
- Iron Man has posed:
"Tony," Tony reminds her, with a sort of dismayed sigh at the 'Mr. Stark'. "Do I get a name to go with you, or are we sticking to 'good girl'?" Tony asks, neatly putting his helmet on. The faceplate slides into place with ease after the helmet is on, the eyes on the helmet lighting up a pale white-blue. His expression may now be hidden, but the tease was still in his tone.
- Black Cat has posed:
Cat smiles, the curve of her lip still betraying the smallest and slightest of pouts. "You can call me the Black Cat. Everyone else does..." she purrs. Then tilts her head playfully and sings..."Happy Birthday to youuu..." She leans in and gives the helmet a kiss, adding, "At least I got to be the first to say it. Other than the voices in your head."
- Iron Man has posed:
Tony absolutely allows her to come close enough and land the birthday kiss on the helmet. "You are the first sentience to say it --- that has a body. You've set the bar pretty high with that particular body as well, by the way," Tony teases back. If he recognizes the name or is told what it is by JARVIS (....yes, he's told), it isn't immediately evident. Until he brings it up. Because Tony loves to talk.
"If later I find that I'm missing anything, Black Cat, you can expect a second chat. Less fun, though. And since I'm really a fun-loving kind of guy, let's limit giving me any reason for /that/ kind of thing. Sound fair?" Tony seems to have forgotten his box of donuts, as he evenly blasts off the roof, with only a slight dip that suggests not fully sober. A few people on the street stop and point eagerly: it's Iron Man, after all, no doubt protecting and serving.