WHO:Emma Frost & Sharon Carter WHEN: End Feb/Early March WHERE: Stark's building WHAT: Chance meetings. RATING/WARNINGS: Low/None STATUS: Complete
Sharon had a delivery. It was mostly paperwork, but there was a lot of it. She wasn’t sure why she was delivering it, but she didn’t ask. Blueprints or something, honestly it was a task she’d volunteered for to get out of her office. It was nice to get some fresh air--she felt like she’d been cooped up inside her house and her office for the last… well, since she’d arrived home from Virginia. No time for jogging or taking Viv for long walks.
So she’d just made her delivery and was planning a long, circuitous route from Stark Tower’s entryway back to her car. Sharon leaned back against the elevator’s wall as the doors opened to admit another passenger.
Emma didn’t always go on these meetings herself. But every now and then she did enjoy a little tête-à-tête with Tony. His wit and charm was always very refreshing and Emma did like the man. It was enjoyable to just converse with fellow business people too, especially when they weren’t all running around with hidden agendas.
Slipping into the elevator when it arrived, ready to head back to her own office after a rather refreshing business opportunity and discussion, Emma gave a small smile to the other occupant of the cart before pressing for the doors to close since she was heading in the same direction.
Sharon didn’t know Tony all that well, but she’d definitely consider him to be the kind of no-nonsense businessman that she would want to work with. She could understand how other people might consider him to be a bit… distracting. Almost offensive.
Sharon stood up a little straighter, pulling up off the wall at the sight of the other woman. She gave a little smile. “Headed to the lobby?”
“Yes, thank you.” Occasionally, Emma would linger around, entice a few staff members into some nonsense to get Tony out of his lab, pester the man a little more, all in good fun of course. The poor fellow worked just too hard in Emma’s opinion, wrinkles before his time if he weren’t careful, and he was just too attractive a man to age before his time.
“No time for detours today sadly.” It was a shame, Tony had such fascinating projects on the way. If she were in the technology business she might be jealous, instead she was just impressed.
Sharon nodded, then reached forward and pushed the button for the lobby again. It was already lit, but the next push signaled the doors to close. Thankfully, the elevators at Stark didn’t have crappy muzac playing, so they were able to ride down in relative peace.
“Do you usually take them?” Sharon asked. “I haven’t spent enough time here yet to know where the entertaining ones are.”
“Oh, fairly regularly, when I leave enough time.” Meetings with Tony couldn’t be predicted, and Emma liked that about the genius. He marched to his own drum, refreshing in the sea of people in stuffy suits and with sticks up their butts.
“Hardly an exercise in corporate spying, simply an amusing game.” See if she could flirt an intern into a heart attack, sneak a few problems here and there. “It’s interesting to see how long it takes someone to call Tony to complain before he just shoos me out.” All in good fun. If he was ever bored enough to visit her she’d expect the same thing. Although her staff might just whisk him off to a supply closet.
“Hey, if you want to spy, be my guest,” Sharon said, holding up her hands in a placating gesture. She wore a smirk on her lips. “Good luck with it, though. I hear Stark has some pretty good tech.” There were, of course, other companies that rivaled Stark in tech, but none that rivaled the company in its popularity. Mostly thanks to the head of the company.
“I’m sure he’s got his eye on you upstairs. This place has about five hundred thousand cameras.” Sharon motioned toward the little black half-circle sticking down from the ceiling of the elevator.
“Of course he does,” what else would a genius do with his time, “who do you think I buy my own tech from?” She was in the business of investments, and a good working relationship with Tony Stark was an investment all on its own.
“However, if Tony Stark isn’t cajoled out of his workshop, there would be rumours about him becoming a vampire and being allergic to sunlight.” And around here, well that wouldn’t be too impossible. Emma just waved her hand dismissively at the very un-strategic placing of the camera. All the more enticing for elevator romps, she’d need to remember that for next time. “Besides, I wouldn’t rightly know what to do with anything more complicated than a smart phone.”
Sharon chuckled. “Touche.” Of course, get it from the best. If you were in business with Tony Stark, you got the best of the best. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, it drove his competitors out of business, too, didn’t it? Win-win.
“Oh, I heard those rumors are already running around. The only way to get Tony Stark out of his lab is to offer him a thirty year old whiskey and a virgin sacrifice.” Sharon smirked.
“Good luck finding one of those around here.” Which was catty, but true. Even if Emma was less than enamoured with the social construct of the idea of virginity being a purity, but still. It did keep the puritans happy. “Still, it’s somewhat more imaginative than the ‘Tony Stark is really an artificial intelligence programmed by the Government to steal other secrets’ one that kicked up a few years ago.”
Such petty little things really, although Emma wondered if they knew that Tony likely got a kick out of the rumours. She wouldn’t be too surprised if he started a few either.
Sharon chuckled softly. She definitely wasn’t one of those, and she carried the same thoughts on the subject as the other woman must have. Sex was… well, it wasn’t dirty or shameful. Not to Sharon, anyway. Though she did agree that it changed everything.
“That was really a thing? That he was AI?” Sharon asked. She’d never heard that theory. It was an amusing one. “Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if he started spreading those rumors around. He’s smart enough for it.”
“One year at a business conference there was whispering that he short circuited, and that was why he didn’t attend.” Truth was more likely that he’d managed to weasel out of it with science and progression as excuses, after all, if he discovered a way to make technology do something else he’d seize it.
“Corporate business is more like high school than you’d believe.”
The elevator dinged when they hit the ground floor. Sharon reached over to take hold of the railing so she didn’t wobble too much, and nodded. “I think I can believe it.” She said. And the doors opened to the bright, sterile lobby. Sharon motioned for the other woman to head out first.
“Nice talking with you,” she said, following the other woman into the lobby.
The joys of the media really, painting them as those reckless idiots on Wall Street sometimes, but then, some of those idiots did that. “Thank you,” exiting the elevator as indicated, Emma gave a small smile to her companion for the ride, “you too.”
Why not have a pleasant little chat here and there?