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"Tony, are you sure, you don't want to wear something warmer?" she asked, for the umpteenth time.
"Sweetheart," he said, exasperated, "This is the style, and I am okay,"
"Fuck the style, Tony, it is late December, and you are saying, that wherever you are taking me we are probably going to spend late hours there, it's cold and you would fall ill,"
"Oh god, you are such a mother-hen," he said, rolling his eyes, before taking her hands and practically pushing her in the car.
She pouted at his carelessness but left the topic, knowing there was no arguing with him when he decided something. Though she would not lie, even though she would like him to wear warmer clothes, he looks handsome in the clothes he wears at that moment. A white button-up shirt clad his torso, a black warm coat converting his broad shoulders, black jeans and a pair of tracking white shoes.
"Now, to the destination," he said, taking the steering wheel as the car boomed to life.
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The night scenery seemed to blur past them, as Tony navigated through the roads, AC/DC blasting on the radio. Wind rushed past Nora's hair, as she kept the window open, her eyes shut while she enjoyed the feeling of comfort it brought her.
The dark sky glittered in the night, the moon hung in the sky, casting a soft glow over the red sandstone formation. Constellations shone in the sky like pearls twinkling in the sea. She grasped Tony's hand as he led the way, the sound of their footsteps being the only sound at that time.
Nora looked around her in awe, she had imagined many places Tony Stark could take her on a date, late night. The Red Rock Canyon National Park wasn't one of them.
Large Red stone structures tower all over the area, paths made between them for hiking, and a few patches of grass and moss were here and there. They would occasionally pass by wildflowers, which Nora would gently touch with a smile.
A mere touch from her, would rejuvenate the flowers, giving them a bright glow, their wilted parts would again sprout with liveliness, fragrance stirring in the air.
"You're cold," she remarked, as he led the way, ever so often a shiver would pass through him, when the cold wind blew and he regretted his choice of not listening to her, though come on, he was Tony Stark, he wasn't going to accept it.
"No, I am not,"
She raised an eyebrow, before sighing, "Tony, your hands are freezing,"
Their hands were entwined both because it was providing warmth to his heart as well as his hand. He stopped in his tracks, when she tugged at his hand removing the hold, and God, he didn't think he could crave anything to the extent that he did, holding her hand and keeping her close.
He looked down, his lips slightly pouted sulkily, but the lecture he was expecting never came. So, he looked up, his gaze settling on her who was rummaging through her bag, before pulling out a pair of gloves and a scarf in the color he knew as Iron man red.
