I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 112 Pictures

"Your hairstylist's insane, but she knows what she's doing, that's for sure," Nat declared as we pulled into the garage of the tower.
"Really? That must be why she reminds me of you," I scoffed, and nudged her shoulder.

That was an understatement.

As Nat and I planned our day, and we arrived at the salon, Celia ushered us into her private room. She didn't even ask questions, just dove headfirst into different hairstyles, and makeup choices, she had already picked out, before we could even say hello.
She had added more ideas, once I handed over my phone with the pictures of what I was planning on wearing. Everything from fauxhawks, braids, updos, and ponytails were on her list, but after an excited discussion between her and Natasha, we decided on keeping my hair half up, in soft waves. She re-dyed the red hombre a darker shade and added some, what Celia called, burnt gold highlights to my dark brown hair, while Nat got a facial.
Celia was her normal loud and chattering self, which made my constant nervousness roll off my shoulders, plus she doted on Natasha, just as much as she doted on me. She raved about Nat's natural red hair, and her beautiful skin, including her on everything, and I couldn't be more grateful.
After my hair and nails were done, she started in on my makeup, which wasn't as intense as before. She thought a more natural look would be more appealing, but after Natasha brought up the idea of making my eyes standout more, Celia applied some severe eyeliner and black shadow. My cheeks were bronzed, and she recommended three different shades of lipstick, that would go with the numerous outfits Nat and I picked out.
After five and half hours of boisterous laughter and champagne, she was done. Of course she also added ideas about what I was wearing, lighting and different filters Natasha could use. She shared some pictures with both of us, and some online photos, she was a part of, as well, to give us more ideas. Celia also mentioned taking pictures in some of Tony's clothes, like his favorite button ups, or t-shirts, which I didn't think of at all, but agreed it was a good idea, especially when I thought about my cowboy hat at home.
Once we left, Nat and I both had bags of makeup, hair products, and instructions on how to apply all of them. She was encouraging, although I told her of my reticence, but she came back with the same advice Nat gave me earlier, that my relationship with Tony was ours, not the media's or some latent thoughts I had about time.
Like I said before, Celia was a life saver.

"Steve finally text me back, and it sounds like Tony will be there all day," Nat added, and grabbed our bags, "something about Sam's drone having a few kinks, but he promised he would text me before Tony leaves the facility, just in case."
"You told Steve what we're doing?!" I gasped, and followed her upstairs.
"Of course not, pfff, can you imagine the look on his face? I just told him you needed help making something for Tony, for Christmas. So I kept our little white lies the same," she scoffed, "now, what are we doing first?"
"You're asking me? This was your idea," I argued as we stepped into the elevator. A warm blush was already creeping over my skin, not only in shyness, but excitement. I'd never done this, or thought I would have the ability to do this, but for Tony... I thought maybe it was too soon to do something like this, but our relationship again, was our own, and I wanted to do something special, and something he'd remember, but I was still jittery.
"Are you sure we should do this, I mean.. don't married couples do stuff like this? You don't think it's too soon? What if he freaks out?" I babbled, and rubbed my chest.
"He won't freak out, and it's perfect for a man who has everything. He's your happily ever after, and your his, besides, no ones gonna know about these, except you and him," she paused, and a familiar knowing smile crossed her lips.
"What? I hate when you smile like that, it makes me feel like you know something I don't," I growled.
"It's nothing, why don't you go put one of the sets on, while I look through Tony's closet for a few recognizable button ups, and try out the camera I brought. I haven't used it in a few years," she urged.
I focused on her eyes for a minute, but she just shrugged, "fine, I can't believe I let you talk me into doing this," I sighed, and shook out my nervousness.
"Oh unclench, and let's have some fun with this," she giggled.
We both stepped onto Tony's floor and headed to our bedroom. She looked around, while I grabbed the bags and stepped into the bathroom to change. I took a deep breath, and relaxed my shoulders as I pulled out the five different sets of lingerie and hung them out in front of me. Three of them were satin sheaths, all with an intricate lace design over the chest area, while the other two were lace bras, complete with garters, and hose. The material felt cool in my hands, and the black and red colors were vibrant.
I carefully slipped on the black bra set, and draped Tony's robe over my body. I gave my hair and face one last look, before stepping back into Tony's bedroom.
"So I was thinking we can take a few on the bed, then move to the living room, so we can use the couches, and that bench seat he has by the window," Natasha declared, while she snapped pictures of the room, and looked into the observation window of her camera.
"Do you even know how to use that thing?" I asked, and slipped on the heels Nat had picked out before we left.
"Yep, we may have to take a few practice shots for each pose, but I can do it," she offered, and gave me a devious smile, "I was thinking we can take a few in the lingerie first, then you can slip one of Tony's shirts over your clothes." She snickered, "now get naked.."
"I hate you, and I feel like I'm going to throw up," I confessed, but dropped the robe and sat down on the bed.
"It's just me cectpa, I promise you'll be fine," she encouraged, and slipped off her sweater, and pulled her hair up into a ponytail, "besides I know Tony will love these, who wouldn't want beautiful pictures of the woman they love, meant for only their eyes. It'll be like a little secret shared between the two of you, and well, me."
I took another deep breath, and straightened my shoulders, "I hope you're right Red."
"I'm always right, now let's do this doll," she ordered, and nodded at the bed.
"Alright, alright, let's get this over with before I lose my nerve..."