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Percival Ignatius Weasley has discovered sarcasm. (analretentive) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-24 21:46:00

Who: Percy Weasley, Sam Winchester + Tony Stark
When: 10/21
Where: The Law Offices of Weasley & Winchester
What: Becoming a retainer
Rating/Warning: Low
Status: Complete



Tony pulled into the lot in his Tesla, and parked across three spaces. Didn’t really matter that it was a small lot, he was Tony Stark. The engine made almost no sound--electric engines were like that--as it came to a stop, and the man climbed out of his door, glancing around. He’d barely kept in touch with Percy Weasley after the young man interned at Stark Enterprises, but now he was in need of some additional work. The kind of work that Weasley went into, matter of fact.

Stark headed in through the front doors, pushing both open with his hands in a grand entrance, then let them swing closed behind him as he pulled his sunglasses off of his face and surveyed the room--as if a lion surveying his pride lands.

Which was actually funny in a way because neither of the lawyers he might have been looking for were in the open room / foyer at the moment -- only a young intern that looked very worried over the sudden appearance of one of the most important people in the country. So worried, in fact, she said nothing.

Luckily, Percy was in need of coffee, and stopped into the room a moment later with an empty mug. He looked from the intern to Tony for a moment before swallowing, and then doing his absolute best to be nonchalant about this. He knew Mr. Stark. Had worked for him. Spoken with him a few times. It was … a huge deal. But he’d like to pretend it wasn’t.

“What have you done?” He asked the billionaire, with the tone of someone who knew trouble when he saw it.

It was pretty lucky that Percy walked in just when he did. Tony Stark’s eyes had just settled on the young, impressionable, very pretty-although-a-little-bit-mousey intern, and he was about to open his mouth and charm her pants off. Possibly literally. But then the redhead showed up, and Tony’s attention was distracted from his prey. Momentarily.

“Why do you always assume the worst?” Tony asked, looking playfully offended.

Percy very much believed that Stark would have managed in his efforts of charming, if only because even Percy found the other man to be charming. Against his better judgement, of course.

"Well," he said, flushing slightly, because his intern was staring at him like he'd grown a second head - very likely wondering where he'd found the backbone to speak to Tony Stark in such a manner. But he kept it up anyway, because -- well. Percy was the lecturing sort. Also the sarcastic sort.

But he was also polite, which was why he offered Stark a mug of coffee even as he responded. "It's rare people stop by Law Firms for reasons of being social."

“True. Very, very true.” Tony said, stepping forward and pushing his hands into his pants pockets. He glanced around, his sunglasses now sitting up on his impeccably coiffed hair. “But I’m not people.” He gave Percy a grin, then winked to the intern.

“I did come to talk business, though. Am I interrupting anything?”

Percy didn’t point out that actually, Tony was a person so he did count as people, instead looked a little surprised and then gave a nod. And then a shake of his head. “Er. No. Not interrupting. Let’s just --” Okay, now he was flustered, great. He shook his head and then rose an eyebrow. “My office is this way.”

Except he totally lead the way to Sam’s office across the hall from his own, because this was probably the sort of meeting that involved both partners. He knocked on the door first, but stepped through before Sam answered. He came with coffee because sometimes you needed to offer presents when stuff like this came up.

Sam glanced up from his paperwork when Percy came in with the coffee. He gave a gentle sigh, lifting his hands to rub them over his face. “Thank God, I was just thinking I might crash out here on the--” But then he cut off when he saw Tony Stark wandering in behind his partner, and jumped to his feet.

That sort of reaction always made Tony grin. He came into the room and gave the other man a salute. “You must be Sam Winchester. I’ve read a lot about you.”

“Tony Stark,” Percy said a little needlessly while he set the coffee down on Sam’s desk. Poor guy looked like he was going to faint in surprise. Percy couldn’t blame him, because he rather felt that way, too.

“Have a seat?” He offered, because he wanted an excuse to sit, too. Luckily Sam had an extra chair in the corner that he was able to push over in front of the desk.

Sam motioned toward the empty chairs in his office, in front of his desk. He made a nervous gesture with one hand, flattening his tie against his belly and then buttoned his jacket. Thankfully, he’d been wearing his jacket when he sat down. For some reason, he thought that not wearing one would be… impolite? In front of Tony Stark. Once Tony and Percy were sitting, he lowered back into his chair. “What a surprise to have you in my office.” He said.

Tony was amused by the reactions of the younger men. He was grinning as he flopped down into the spare chair in the office. “I’m an unpredictable kind of guy,” he said. “Thought I’d come and see how my favorite intern is holding his own in the real world.” This is the point where Tony might have reached over to ruffle Percy’s hair. But he refrained.

Which was good, because there was no saying how Percy might have reacted to being touched. Tony might have ended up being bitten. Or at least scowled at.

“Decently enough,” he said, holding his mug of coffee like a life line. “As you can see, I no longer only do clerical and filing.” And yes, the redhead did seem a little smug. But how many people could say they went from secretarial work to being a partner at a law firm in only six months?

At least Sam had been practicing law for several years before heading up his own firm. Percy simply had the right combination of drive, smarts, and right-place-at-the-right-time. Sam was lucky to be along for the ride. He spent a lot of his time hoping that he was pulling his own, considerable weight.

“Congratulations,” Tony said, giving a grin and a nod. “I knew Helen Magnus. At least in passing. She built a good firm.” He shifted in his seat, the grin fading a bit. He now wore the expression of a man who was about to transact an important business deal. “I’m hoping to put you two on retainer.”

Percy darted a little look over to Sam, but then turned his constantly serious but still somehow also surprised look back at Mr. Stark. “Retai--? Oh. That’s. Would be very good?”

Sam looked shocked, and then his face fell into disbelief. “Retainer? That would be good.”

“Of course it’d be good.” Tony said, unable to stop grinning at the looks on their faces. “I’ll pretty much be paying you monthly to do nothing. Unless I need your help, in which case everything else gets dropped, and you come to me. Does that work for you?”

“Yes,” Percy sort of blurted it out, all word vomit and immediate agreeal. Normally he probably would have been smart enough to talk it over with Sam, but -- well. This was the kind of deal that would keep their law firm more than pleasantly afloat, even on the slowest months. And the slight redhead did know they’d put in the proper work, no matter what. So really, what was there to talk about? “We can -- do some contracting drafts--”

Sam was nodding. He was still so shocked that he wasn’t sure what to say. Not that anything really needed to be said. Percy’s word vomit said it all.

“Good!” Tony said, giving a grin. He popped up to his feet as if his work here was done. Which, it kinda was. “You draft up … the contracts and all that lawyery stuff that you do. You know where to get ahold of me.” He said, then reached forward to shake the boys’ hands.

So what could they really do but shake hands? Percy’s smile was bright and his eyes a little glassy in a dazed way.

It wasn’t until Tony was gone (or in the lobby, flirting with the intern) that he allowed himself to deflated a little bit, looking over at Sam. “Holy shit,” he said, and it must have been serious, because he never swore.

Sam gave a little laugh. “Holy shit is right.” He said, then flopped back down into his chair, lifting his hands to cover his nose and mouth for a moment. Rubbing there. “Did that really--was that Tony Stark? Did that really happen?”

“Yes,” Percy said, as if that wasn’t a rhetorical question. “I mean. That was.” He paused, considering. “I think we just technically got raises.” Because nothing was better for business than having a name as big as Stark in their accounts.

“Holy shit.” Sam said again, then laughed. The laugh almost caught him off guard. Now he wanted to celebrate. It seemed, and he was sure he was going to be corrected on this, but it seemed like they just got an offer of steady income without any additional steady work. That was a good thing, right?

It was a very good thing. Then again, knowing Tony (which Percy sort of did), when they did get work, it was bound to be a lot of it. Not that the redhead minded, of course. “Yes,” Percy agreed again, and then adjusted his glasses just for something to do with his hands. “...Drinks after work?”

“Drinks after work,” Sam agreed. Though, getting back to work would be a bit difficult. He was fairly excited about the new turn the firm was taking.