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thatdarncat (thatdarncat) wrote in silverage,

Well Jesus.

Selina sat there as he spoke, saying nothing, and not letting her face betray her rather bewildered reaction to his spiel. Tony Stark, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, which he later turned into a platinum spoon, was actually a man of depth and guilt. She had grown up being told that the wealthy had it made - that living on easy street erased every human problem. And she had grown up knowing men who were wealthy and still unsatisfied, but she had always believed it, at some level. And yet here was the wealthiest (possibly second wealthiest - she didn't know how Bruce Wayne compared) man she had ever met, lamenting what was a truly sorry lot.

She responded by downing her gin and tonic.

She met his gaze with a solemn smile and, after several moments, replied, "Mr. Stark, you're much more okay than you ought to be,"

She tapped twice on her glass to indicate a refill.