Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2013-05-22 23:16:00 |
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Prize
Characters: The groom-to-be and his weird friends. All dudes invited. Tony doesn't even know who Pietro hangs out with, so he probably invited everyone.
Setting: On a boat, motherfucker.
Content: Boobs and Nazis never mind, somehow we had a party that wasn't crashed by supervillains
Summary: Pietro's getting married! We only have one night to completely ruin his life, so we better do it right.
The only interruption to the vast, glittery horizon was a single ship in the distance; a tiny, black speck fairly blotted out by the sunset it sat against. The red sky was cloudless, the ocean surface a gentle roll and solid land a distant memory. "We don't need a repeat performance of the last disaster," Tony had assured the party once they had gathered on the deck with a wry smile and a raise of his glass. This far out, they were going to have to put the work in to offend pedestrians, commit grand theft auto, or marry any strangers. If any one of the esteemed guests managed it, Tony thought it must have been important and an act of powerful destiny.
They would have to do it all, too, not only this far from any population, but without Tony's help; he didn't mean to participate as much as he could help it. Not that it would have been his first choice (celebrating anyone's bachelorhood was a kind of calling to him, especially his own, which he was an expert at and also generous with his skills), but this wasn't going to be so much a party for him as a minefield. He had hardly talked to anyone since handing Hammer his company back and receiving Hammer's uniquely debilitating thanks, which might mean awkward enough questions when Tony was trying to avoid becoming anyone's confidante regarding any quote-unquote 'illegal vigilantism', never mind his abrupt choice to join the away team this late in the game without consulting with any one of the likely deserving souls on this boat. But this wasn't about him. This was about Pietro and his successful race to the finish line, as usual, of marriage amongst the Avengers and if Tony could keep the focus on that embarrassing dose of reality, maybe nobody would bother him. He greeted the guests as they found their sealegs after being whisked away by helicopters and set down on this small city of a yacht enjoying a tropical climate cut by an easy sea breeze, Tony lounging a deck above with a watchful smile until he could wave a hand and calm the rabble. He must have been cultivating an image, because he wore a crisp white suit buttoned in gold and topped off with a jaunty captain's cap, all offset by his warm red glasses that kept him from squinting unbecomingly down at the crowd. They were directed to the cold buffet on the lower deck circled around a magnificent ice sculpture bearing a remarkable resemblance to a goldfish. Warmer, heartier fair was inside where one could sit and relax, perhaps enjoy a coffee after drinking the rest of the ship dry-- but that might take them a while. There was an open bar on every level dutifully attended by one of the many, very many, strange, lovely and welcoming faces already milling around the boat on the party's arrival-- some more familiar than others, if a man enjoyed a magazine or two in his spare time. Mostly, they seemed to be here to enjoy themselves as much as the new arrivals, jumping off of the ship into the crystalline water or sunning themselves on the rich, warm wood outside. "But, please," Tony continued after he had earned his few laughs, "enjoy yourselves, don't hold back-- especially the man of the hour, I want to see you making poor choices-- because tomorrow, whether you sleep or not, we'll hit the mainland and the beach and take in all of the rest and relaxation Pietro's not going to be getting for the next ten years." With another toast to the night, he disappeared inside, somewhere amongst the library and the warm tubs, media centre, game room, tennis court, or the endless private cabins. Someone would have to be on this ship a long time before they got bored. It must have looked majestic to the single vessel sharing these waters.