Tony Stark (cutsthewire) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-06-22 19:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, julia wicker, tony stark / iron man (mcu) |
WHO: Tony Stark (MCU) & Julia Wicker
WHAT: Tulia movie night, wherein they try to make it through Weird Science and Julia has something for Tony
WHEN: Friday Night, June 22
WHERE: Tony’s Place
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Completed in Gdocs
Movie night. It had become a thing well before the two of them had, well, become a thing. What had begun as a means of distraction when one or both of them were working too hard had turned into an event. Screening room. Popcorn. The expectation of commentary. Usually the film selections were made based on a theme, relating to something that had happened recently, perhaps. Tonight's theme was somewhat vague. Julia had shown up at Tony’s place with an impish grin and a movie in her hand. “Has this movie always been this terrible?” Tony asked, tossing a piece of popcorn into the air and throwing back his head to catch it in his mouth. He missed, and it bounced off his nose and rolled onto his chest. They were lounging on the floor pillows in his screening room which was now showing the red-headed stepchild of John Hughes movies, Weird Science. Tony had been taken aback by the discovery that in this universe, the film featured the actor with his face as one of the token high school bullies. “I seem to remember teenage me had a fondness for it,” he continued, picking up the piece of popcorn from his chest and throwing it at Julia while his doppelgänger performed some sort of pirouette on screen. “This is one of those movies where the soundtrack is far superior to the film,” he added as Van Halen began to play. “What do you mean? Is this not an accurate representation of what you do? Your face is in it. The word science is in the title.” Julia had tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of her lips curled no matter how hard she tried. Julia held up her hand but no shielding spell was required as the piece of popcorn bounced off her palm. It was at a particularly 80s display of the female form in raunchy comedy that Julia canted her head with a mock curious expression, “I can’t imagine what teenage you would ever see in a movie like this. You are clearly a paragon of taste. Are you sure you’re not mistaken?” Julia had perhaps purposefully picked a movie where she didn’t care how much if it they actually ended up watching. Mostly it was time to spend together without thinking about anything too hard, and seeing how frequently she could get him to crack a smile. It was Tony’s turn to smile. “Perhaps adolescent me appreciated the thinly veiled allusion to Frankenstein? I’m sure it had nothing to do with the beautiful monster those two dweebs created.” He leaned over a bit and reached out to trail a finger down the curve of Julia’s neck. Tony had an atypical adolescence. He liked to place the blame for that on his father, but the fact of the matter was, he was just an atypical kid. Building circuit boards when he was four. Motorcycle engines at six. Pulled out of boarding school when he was 14 after hacking into the Pentagon. Graduated at the top of his class at MIT when he was 17. Orphaned at 21. It was why he had always liked the John Hughes' Brat Pack movies. They were a slice of the kind of teenage existence he had never really experienced. But apparently, he had outgrown that sense of nostalgia, even with the face of his younger self there as a reminder. “And I have impeccable taste,” he added. His attention was still focused on the curves of Julia’s body as his fingers trailed along her neck and collarbone down towards her breasts. “Is that so?” Julia teased before leaning in to kiss his unshaven face. It was not so short that it was sandpaper, but not so long that his face wouldn’t scratch a little against her own. Tony always smelled nice. It was there subtly in the background when they spent time together, but inescapable when they were in each other’s space. When she pulled away, she spoke lowly in his ear, “We’re missing a cinematic masterpiece. Your doppelganger was technically in the brat pack. Don’t you want to witness his stunning character arc? Award winning acting at work? He has at least seven minutes of screen time in this movie.” "Oh yes, he's obviously an artistic genius," Tony replied flippantly, his eyes still on her instead of the unnecessarily large movie screen, his hands wandering. She was still leaning in close to him, and he took the opportunity to press his lips against the previously admired curve of her neck. "This is totally worth an hour and a half of our lives," he murmured against her skin. Julia snickered, partially of the absurdity of the situation, and partially because the combination of his lips on her neck and hands just so had tickled her very briefly. She let him have another moment before gently pulling away. Her eyes were locked on his. “Hey,” she started, smiling. “I have something for you.” She had to sit up to present it to him, holding one hand out and gesturing over it with another, with one smooth motion producing a small skeleton key made of matte ruby red glass. “Don’t lose this,” she said. “It’ll get you through the wards.” Tony sat up, took the key from her hand and inspected it. "As practical as glass slippers." His tone was light, but then his eyes held her gaze. He understood what she was trusting him with. "How does it work?" “Just have it on you. In your pocket or whatever you prefer. No magic words or gestures. You should be able to walk right on through.” She didn’t tell him he was the only one with a key. Not even Quentin had one. It wasn’t completely by choice, Marina hadn’t approved of anyone else, and as a magic user Q had a chance of breaking down the wards if he needed to. She also didn’t tell him how many hours of work went to making and designing the key itself. Instead she leaned in and kissed him briefly. “What else could you possibly want to do besides watch this masterpiece?” Julia smiled broadly, as though purposefully trying to make movie night a challenge. Tony closed his hand around the key, his gaze still holding hers, while the left corner of his mouth hitched up into a small, lopsided grin. "To be used strictly in case of emergency, of course." He cast a glance back at the screen as if he was just remembering the movie was on. "Any number of things, really. I'm sure there's a few involving you somewhere in there," he teased. “Oh, how generous of you.” Julia smirked. She shifted a little closer to him. “How many projects do you have going on right now?” she teased. Julia was always carefully positioned relative to Tony. She never had her back to him. She did not let herself be held from behind, she did not sit in his lap. Julia always gently, quietly positioned herself to be facing him always. Tony shrugged and made a face that conveyed a highly exaggerated 'it’s the least I can do.' At the mention of work, his tone became more serious. "Fewer than I'd like," he admitted. The limitations of this universe in terms of resources, funding, research, and most of all, purpose, were starting to get to him. "What about you?" He nudged Julia's knee with his own. "Does this," he held up the key that was still in his hand, "officially conclude your saga with the wards? What else you got on your plate, Shrubwitch?" “Not even close.” Julia’s eyes lit up briefly, thinking about the things she wanted to do. “But I can’t do the bigger stuff on my own. Eliot and Quentin might be willing to help, same with Alice. Most magic users tend to keep their information to themselves. Knowledge is literally power and most people aren’t into sharing.” Julia shrugged. “There’s enough magical talent and power in this community that if we could all work together, I bet we could create a displaced neighborhood. Move everyone’s homes into the same area, ward and conceal the shit out of it so everyone inside would have protection and a space to be themselves, without anyone on the outside ever knowing any better.” Julia shrugged. She knew there were too many issues with that to happen. Even if all the magic users found a way to work together, all the non-magic users would have to trust them. Not to mention everyone would have to agree it was a good idea in the first place. “It’ll still be a few months before I can even get one battery completed. You know what I really want to work on, though?” She leaned in for another kiss and smiled, staying in close. “Didn’t you get enough proximity on our magical sea cruise?” There was a reason Tony built his house into an oceanside cliff. Vanity, of course, but also isolation. He was more than okay with residing outside the confines of the nearest neighborhood. But he had to smile at Julia’s enthusiasm. He had never met someone whose work ethic matched, perhaps even exceeded, his own. “A spell for a bottomless bottle of Laphroaig?” He used her proximity to initiate a kiss of his own. Julia froze. His joke visibly distracted her as she calculated what it would take to make a bottle bottomless, and how to ensure the properties of an excellent single malt would remain stable to make it truly bottomless. Her eyes were open and pointed to some distant place, “Actually…” It was possible. She kissed him again, before answering his first question, “I just think we’re safer if we’re not spread out. Maybe not that close of proximity.” Another kiss. “This is pretty nice though.” "Oh, you think so?" He replied playfully to her remark about proximity. He set the glass key on the carpeted ledge above them, then used both hands to pull her close. "Alright, we'll circle back to the scotch later. Let's hear about this other thing you want to work on." Julia smiled, pulling Tony’s shirt over his head, and proceeded to show him exactly what work she had in mind. |