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I-5 T.S

Tony Stark
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summary: You worked for a magazine and attended the party somebody informed you Tony Stark makes an appearance at. You wore the best dress you had and found yourself a flirtatious interviewee.
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warnings/tags: teasing, flirting, dancing, etc.
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word count: 1,001

The place screamed 'expensive' the moment I walked in. It was decorated with champagne and delicate white flowers.

Every table filled up with dishes and chocolate pastries. A clean albeta marble counter where the bartender served the drinks.

The people standing in circles, hushing and introducing themselves to one another.

I sat quietly in one of the cushion chair placed in the corner of the room, just before the entrance to the balcony.

My portable voice recorder laid next to me on the nice decorative table to the right side of me.

"Hello, you must be Y/n."

A man with blonde hair and grey eyes stated, gesturing his hand to shake.

"How do you know?"

"I heard about your work, and I've read your column. You're a great journalist."

"That's makes sense. I'm actually waiting for my interviewee if he even plans to attend." I roll my eyes checking the time at the clock hanged up on the wall.

"Tony Stark huh? Yeah that man does whatever he pleases and whenever he pleases. That's why people love him."

"He's making my job harder, my high heels are killing me." I joked before hearing the group of people calling out Stark's name.

More flashes of camera, surrounding the desperate group of people.

A man with a tailored black suit derived from the group, and allowed pictures with more men who were front in line to talk to him.

"And you've got yourself another report. You're lucky he's even here, there have been times, he doesn't arrive late....he just decides not to attend."

"I'll say he's the lucky one." I stood up and grabbed my voice recorder. I waited patiently from the other side of the room, fixing my dark green dress.

The group of people finally settle down and Stark was able to order himself a drink from the bar.

I made my way towards him, passing by women gossiping and men whistling.

Tony's gaze turned over to me, taking a sip of his drink before stopping. His eyes locked into mine, not once breaking away.

"Mr. Stark."

"Woman I have never met,"

"I'm Ms.Y/l/n, I have a few questions for you, I need them for my report." I explained as his expressions didn't change.

"You look great,"

"'m sorry?"

"I'll accept the interview just as long as you accept me a drink." He smirked drinking his glass and pulling out a chair for me to sit down on.

I pursue my lips and sat down in front of him, placing the voice recorder on the marble counter.

"Martini, please." He told the bartender before looking back at me.

"You've managed to keep your company successful even after shutting down weapon manufacturing, do you think you're doing better now or before, when your company was blowing stuff up?"

"Alright, Ms.Y/l/n? it was Ms. Y/l/n?"

I nod my head hoping he answers straightforward not beating around the bush.

"Even if the numbers aren't as high as before, Stark Industries is specializing in other fields, something greater than blowing stuff up."

"You see Ms.Y/l/n, I want to restore world peace."

"Do you ever plan on turning in the suit to the government?"

"No, I don't, not even if I was 6 feet under the ground, now tell me what are you doing after this?"

"I'm sorry Mr.Stark but I'm the one asking the questions."

He stood quiet, wondering when he could get any response.

"What made you become Iron-man?"

"I saw my weapons falling in the wrong hands, and that's when I knew my company and I needed to reevaluate itself."

"Good, are you planning on traveling to space? There are rumors you're company is building a rocket ship."

"Space? No, there are enough problems down here."

"Although, we have a great group of people working in aeronautics, robotics, micro-technology, and fringe-science. I assure you, there's no rocket ship in the making."

"Alright, do ever plan giving your company away?"

"No, don't have anyone in mind to give to."

"Would you agree that it's best to give the company to someone you know well and or will share your last name?"

"Definitely,"

"That'll be all, Thank you."

"Your welcome, now you can answer my question." He wasted no time bringing up his flirty offer.

"No, I'm not doing anything after this, except perhaps finishing my report." I replied, taking a sip of the martini.

"Can I have a dance?" The music played in the background softly.

I hesitated before taking his hand and leading us to the dance floor.

His hand naturally found his way to my waist. A small gasp exited my lips at his sudden touch.

My other hand resting on his. His body rocked us back and forth, matching the speed of the music.

"We shouldn't." I mumble watching as more pair of eyes looked over at us. The whispering and intense stares from both women and men.

"Why not?"

"You know all these men look up to you, not just for your work but for the way you charm women very easily." I whispered softly realizing the distance that had been slowly shortened by his arm.

He releases my right hand and places it onto his shoulder.

Both his arms, now, around my waist. He looked at me thoughtfully with his dark black eyes.

"I'm not charming you, we're simply dancing."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his blind state, we both knew exactly what he wanted.

"Oh look at that, I made you laugh." He softly said with a smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth, not looking at me this time.

"Mr. Stark, this isn't right."

I breathed heavily, the anxiety growing inside me.

"How about a little air?"

I breathed out a yes.

"I have good intentions, I promise, how about a date? I'll pick you up, 6 pm Friday."

I looked over at him and then to the city lights that shined brightly.

"Just one date."