mrtonystark (mrtonystark) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-10-21 16:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, d'artagnan |
Who: D’Artagnan and Tony Stark
When: Recently
Where: Agency
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
He’d only been back at the Agency a day or two since having been married and honeymooned in Europe. D’Artagnan was more than a little spaced out as he stared mindlessly at the copy machine that was printing half a dozen of a thing he really didn’t care about and had stopped caring about ages ago. Why in the world anyone trusted him to paperwork anymore was a wonder really. He hadn’t cared from the start and had stated as much. He was a better asset for collecting office sweets and other various errands than any form of paper work.
In fact he wandered away, moving out into the hallway to look through the various treats in the vending machine he now faced. “Everything in here sucks..” He muttered, he could see why Fury sent out for his sweet tooth. Now, if it’d had Macaroons it’d be worthwhile-but he’d been at a loss since his return. Nothing had settled his French pastry cravings.
Tony was wandering around the Agency, pleased that he’d had to jump through new hoops this time to get in. The Security was getting better, but he was still Tony Stark. Not yet an Agent--he wasn’t sure he ever would be--but still an asset, Tony was used to having to sneak himself inside the building. It was getting tougher, which meant it was getting better. Good to know.
Tony wandered up to one of the break rooms to see what sorts of snacks they had at the Agency. Stark Industries had some good ones--Pepper and Gwen and whoever else made sure that things were well stocked, but it was always good to see what else was out and about.
“Oh.” There was someone else already here. Tony slipped his hands in his pockets. “Good afternoon.”
“Oh, hey.” He offered a small wave before giving the vending machine a last glare and turning to the new face. “Stark isn’t it?” He wasn’t new, but it wasn’t a face D’Artagnan recognized as being a regular either. He’d heard the name from some of the other agents though, plus he did have a fairly memorable company.
“Slow day at the office?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. He couldn’t imagine there was much to do at the Agency for him. “If you’re looking for decent snacks..this isn’t the place to do it. heh.” Now he could see why he was often sent out for them, but it was ridiculously hot outside, he wasn’t in the mood to go face any of that today.
“It’s always a slow day at the office if you’re me,” Tony Stark replied, after nodding an affirmative response to the other man’s question. He knew the face, but he wasn’t exactly sure on the name. They’d never met before, but Tony was familiar with a lot of the Agency’s Agents. He’d seen the case files.
“Why don’t they keep decent snacks around here?” Tony asked, taking a step further into the room. “Don’t you deserve decent snacks?”
A smirk crept onto his face at that response. “Point. Iron Man and all that stuff yeah?” When he’d nodded to that being his name it really wasn’t hard to place him. Tony Stark was everywhere. “I’m D’Artagnan.” He made a face, a fancy guy like this was probably never going to remember that. “D’Art also works.” Easier the better for him.
“...I know one place. But it’s in someone’s office.” He mused. “I’ve already been caught more than once but ever seen the size of Nick Fury’s snack drawer?” He grinned, with two of them there Fury couldn’t possibly lose it without creating a scene anyway.
“All that stuff,” Tony agreed with a smirk and a nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, D’Art.” And he held out a hand for the other to shake. Tony was really calm and laid back for a guy who’d broken into a high security building. Not a shake in his fingers or a drop of sweat on his palm.
“I can imagine.” Tony couldn’t help but smirk at the mention of Nick Fury’s name. “Hasn’t Peggy taken that over, then? Since she’s running this place now-a-days.”
“She has. But the snacks still remain. I’m not entirely sure he didn’t leave it there on purpose to taunt me though..” He returned the handshake with an amused look of his own. The office was still rather high security, and D’Artagnan wasn’t exactly known for being able to sit very still at a desk all day. Maybe Fury had actually left it there knowing these things would happen.
“Oh, I’m sure he did,” Tony said, smirking softly. “That sounds like something he would do.” He glanced around the room again, looking for cameras. It was something Tony did without thinking about it--he wanted to know how other people were keeping track of things. And this was an interesting place to learn that sort of thing. “I should probably head to Peggy’s office, speaking of.”
“Go figure.” D’Artagnan made a face, Fury had left him busy work after all. Maybe he ought to try to get to know this new director now instead of being hung up on the old one. She seemed pretty decent. “Yeah, all right. “ He didn’t really know the guy after all, he wasn’t about to beg him to stay if he had some place to be. Maybe he’d go pester Porthos or something instead now that he was a little sour on Fury’s left over snack drawer.