Yes... Mr Stark?

[10] A perfect ending? Sort of....

I start to place some concealer powder on Tony's face to try and hide the bruising and cuts covering his cheeks and temples. As I did it, he was reading the Newspaper and listening the Rhodey speak on TV at the same time. "Iron Man." He admits, thinking of it. "It's got a nice ring to it. I mean, it's not technically accurate. The suit's a gold-titanium alloy, but it's kind of evocative, the imagery, anyway." He rants about it, watching me dab the sponge back into the palate, and placing more onto his face. "What about the name that they gave to you? Your name is the 'Iron Apprentice'. Together they call us the Iron twins." I smile at his immature personality this morning, shaking my head.

"Mr Stark, Here's your Alibi." Phil Coulson walks in, holding onto some cards with words printed on them. I close the powder and place it back into my bag. "Miss Rolling, you will be going out there too but you don't have to say anything." I take the cards and drop them into Tony's lap knowing he had a small problem with being handed things.

"We have port papers that put you in Avalon all night, and sworn statements from 50 of your guests." Phil notifies us. Tony looks up from reading the cards, smirking.

"You know, I was hoping that we could say it was Just Samantha and I... alone..." I rip off the tape on his nose, making him wince but then beam at me. I can't help but smile back. Phil just shakes his head and starts to walk out of the room.

"And what about the whole cover story that they're bodyguards? They're my... I mean, is that... That's kind of flimsy, don't you think?" Tony asks him before he leaves.

"Just stick to the cards Mr Stark, and everything will go smoothly." Phil shook his head, still smiling very softly.

"Phil!" I call out before he closed the door behind him. He turns around curiously, raising an eyebrow. "I just wanted to thank you... for everything that you did to help." I tell him honestly, knowing that without him this could have ended up a lot worse.

"That's my job Miss Rolling. You'll be hearing from us very soon." he assured, shaking my hand.

"From the Strategic-" I try to remember but he only holds up a hand.

"Just call us SHIELD." I nod and close the door after he leaves the room. I pick up Tony's jacket and help him put it on, slipping it onto his arms and doing two of the buttons up in the front. Tony drops the newspaper and just stands there, looking down at me with a interested expression.

"90 seconds." I warn him, rolling my eyes.

"You know, I still can't believe that you called me Tony." He smirks. I notice that his tie was slightly crooked, so I reach up and fix it for him.

"Why is that?" I ask, questioningly.

"Doesn't this mean that I'm a friend... or a lover?" He nudges, smirking proudly. I simply sigh and mutter something incoherent.

"Your such a doofus." I chuckle as Tony pulls me into a hug. In the background, JARVIS lights ups and says '10 seconds'.

"Thank you Mantha." He tells me honestly.

"It was my pleasure Tony." I tease him, walking up onto the stage in front of Tony. Camera's and lights start flashing and clicking, all aimed at the two of us on stage. Rhodey stands on the side of Tony.

"Been a while since I was up here in front of you. Maybe I'll do us all a favour and just stick to the cards." Tony jokes to the crowd, making many laugh but I give him a look that warned him. "There's been speculation that I was involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and the rooftop-" He begins reading off the card, but an aggravatingly familiar woman interrupts him.