Who: Tony Stark and Thirteen Where: Somewhere deep in the Stark inner sanctum When: Late Friday evening Why: Because Tony apologized. Let's see what happens. Rating: Smut is promised. Hide the kiddies
The room was practically dark aside from a the light from the drafting table and the blue glow from the apparatus on Tony's chest through the tank top he wore. He was bent over the desk, pencil in hand as he used the T square to draw lines here and there, connecting points in the giant piece of blue print paper. "No, wait...ah, crap," he said as he reached for his eraser and took away one of the lines, brushed away the shavings and attempted to redraw the line the way it should go. Tony hadn't spoken much to Thirteen aside from the exchange about his gifts. It was all well and good that he didn't. He'd already said too much, and so he'd done just as he always did: retreat to his usual solitude and kept himself busy working.