Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-03-24 19:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: character: wanda maximoff, z: om1: location: new york |
Fly
Characters: Tony and Wanda
Setting: New York. Ish.
Content: I guess it's too late to warn about language.
Summary: To cheer Wanda up, Tony organizes a picnic for her, and they manage not to touch each other for, like, 30 seconds.
Anyone without wings or a jetpack or magical pixie dust would tell you the closest experience to flying was a bike and an open road. A lot of people Tony knew had wings or a jetpack or magical pixie dust, but he wasn't one of them anymore. He never really had been. Those same people, the ones without wings, could tell you the worst part about flying, anyone's version of flying, was the day you crash. There wasn't a chance that day would come; it was going to come, and it was going to break your heart. That was all it would break if you were lucky.
Even without his wings, Tony couldn't really stand to put flying behind him. It was different, sure; confined to the ground, several hundred miles slower than he was used to, not exactly a temperature controlled environment where he could hold video conferences with his Board of Directors without much interference, but if he was being optimistic Tony would say maybe it was more real that way. Unfiltered wind tearing at his skin. The smell of exhaust. The roar of an engine that he couldn't dampen with a thought. Counting how many traffic laws he could break between point A and point B without being caught. Point A being the Long Island Campus and point B being Wanda, on this particular cloudy, cusp of spring day.
What you did after that day, the day you crash, wasn't so certain. For some people, that day was their last, and for some people they really do hope that day will be their last. For other people, that day is just the last day they get on their bike, and they try to forget about flying. For still others, they get a better helmet and take it slow for a few days. They have another day coming.
With a glove between his teeth, Tony lingered in the hotel lobby, helmet in hand with the other scratching at his matted hair. He hadn't seen much of her since she left the Tower. He was busy, she obviously needed some time to herself. Maybe he didn't really want to know what it took to get a person to leave the Tower. There was such finality in that. Sure, Tony had left the team before, but he had never left like this. That. Because he didn't have anything left to offer. Was that what it was? No, he wasn't at that point. He had been at that point before.
Wanda's phone announced a text reply to her last, strangely melancholy one, simply saying, "Come downstairs."