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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,

He'd asked for a pencil after downing his first whiskey more quickly than he should have. With a pencil in his hand and a napkin beneath his nose he was scribbling things down. Pictures, words, just writing as things came to mind. Half a design for that bomb that everyone wanted, and half a design for the energy source that powered his chest and that he wanted to power cars and homes. The thing was, they were both the same design, just with different purposes and a few wires crossed. It was that easy to design a bomb that could easily wipe out a small country.

Well, easy for him anyway.

Tony reached for his Manhattan, about to lift it to his lips for a long sip when a female voice pulled him away from his thoughts.

He recognised her, and obviously she had done the same. Normally he would have immediately turned on the charm; his rolled up sleeves, mussed hair, and slightly unbuttoned shirt would have just added to his appeal. But with the day he'd had? He simply looked exhausted and not yet drunk enough when he turned to Selina and smiled just slightly. "Miss. Kyle. I didn't see you here."

Tony put a hand over the napkins he'd been scribbling on. "Have a seat. Let me refresh your drink."
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