In Situ Characters: Tony, Sue, Wanda and Pietro. Setting: Midday. Tony's workshop/armory, Stark Tower Content: Love and vomit. Summary: Tony spends much of Valentines Day surrounded by the things he loves: cars and robots. Sue visits for some sexual tension. Tony has a breakdown, and Wanda and Pietro are supportive.
He, the great lover of his time, tabloid sex scandal darling Tony Stark could not get away with doing nothing on Valentines Day. People would think there was something very wrong. And while he was fond of all kinds of attention, any way it was given to him, Tony would rather people were spending their time thinking about him making love rather than bedridden alone. It was just a more pleasant image, wasn't it? Which meant he needed an excuse, to be seen on the town with something beautiful and exotic and maybe a little dangerous on his arm, and to still come home alone. No one needed to know that last part. He didn't want to know that last part, but the alternative was that beautiful and exotic and maybe a little dangerous something would be the one making the excuses and rushing out of the room when he was half undressed and left to deal with the horrible combination of crushing rejection and a hard on. He didn't need to relive that feeling.
So he made his arrangements, calling the range of amazing, beautiful, powerful, maybe a little dumb, maybe a little shallow women he knew in town over the course of a few days, and ended up setting Pepper to the delicate task of finding a way to match his suit to not one but two impeccably stylish, sexy, trendy dresses, and making reservations for three. Tony was just lucky to know such open-minded people. And while he would be happy to take full advantage of their shared company after a rousing dinner where they would have to duck the paparazzi and a very naughty catwalk show and band in a dark club later that evening, he could at least hope and dream that Journey and Fumiko would take solace in each other after he made his apologies and took his leave.
But that was later. Now, Tony had ordered the penthouse full of delicate chocolates for anyone to partake in as they passed and more flowers than they had surface area. The problem with this was that it left the whole living space heavy with the smell of roses, and Tony couldn't tell if it was making him horny or sick. He escaped it to the workshop, sparse and untouched by any sort of holiday cheer except a Valentine written in crayon he had received from a six-year-old Iron Man had saved from drowning. He put it up on the edge of one of his monitors, where it was generally forgotten and ignored as Tony set to work like it was any other day without enough hours to get all of his ideas and concepts out of his head and into working prototype. Pepper would call him when it was time to dress.