you know who i am. (heartofscraps) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-04-28 00:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | natasha romanoff, tony stark |
Who: Tony and Natasha
What: Wedding gifts
Where: Starts at the prison, then the naval base where he lives
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Nope
Following his conversation with Pepper, Tony had moved out of their cabin before settling in at the naval base for good. His days afterwards were spent between being drunk buzzed and dealing with hangover headaches while working, despite his best attempts to pretend to be normal in messages and random conversations on the net, and it wasn't until his eyes caught what day it was that he realized he had to get his ass in gear and finish some details for Clint's and Natasha's wedding. There had been so much to do lately to fix his suit and working on some of his projects, especially with the threat of the damn Hell God looming by, but Tony had said that he would take care of the bachelor party and he would. Of course he would, he was Tony Stark. It was what was expected of him, wasn't it?
Except, he didn't quite feel like partying in general right now, really, but it didn't matter. Clint deserved a bachelor party. And, while Tony was not the kind of person that truly displayed actual emotions or feelings, Natasha had managed to make her way into his life in a way that he couldn't just let her wedding pass by without doing something special for her. Sure, they had their rough patches while he was dying of palladium poisoning, and he hadn't been too fond of her when he had read her assessment on him, but he still stuck to his excuse that he had been DYING at the time. Who the hell acts in their best behavior during that occasion, anyway? She had helped him out, though, and during that fight with Vanko, he had no idea what the outcome would have been had she not been able to help with Rhodey's suit. Or, rather, he did know that the outcome wouldn't have been good, so he would always be thankful for her help.
If the world wasn't covered in zombies, and if things were 'normal,' Tony's gift would have been easy: He would have booked a private island for Clint and Natasha so that they could spend their honeymoon in a quiet and secluded place. With the world being how it was, though, he had ended up improvising and making something for her instead. She had said she wanted to go to the base for the gift so, after clearing out the mess he had been making the past few days, he drove out in his jeep to pick her up. The bruise on his cheekbone from the fight with the enormous zombie was beginning to fade, but to Tony it didn't really matter. Honestly, after fighting that damn thing, a few bruises and some busted ribs were nothing.
Once at the prison, Tony parked by the gates and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for Natasha. He had no music playing, the only sound in the jeep being the hum of the engine and his fingers drumming, but he didn't feel like listening to anything. For the first time in days he was actually sober, and he made himself remember that so he could keep it that way. At least until later, once Natasha was back in the prison.