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ahollowman) wrote2018-06-23 01:20 am
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There was something niggling at Tony Stark since Pride. It wasn't anything important particularly, just the sort of thought that followed him around, popped up when he was by himself working in the shop, relaxed, listening to something good he'd heard a million times.
Who exactly was the mystery girl that was seeing Jessica Drew?
Yeah. He knew her name. It wasn't that hard after they'd met face to face a few times. Thank you, social media. Especially you, Eduardo Saverin, Cameron Winklevoss.
Anyway, it was an oversight on his part that he hadn't met the white-haired girl yet. She had some kind of cold powers? What did they call her? Didn't matter, she had cold powers, and Darrow was only so big, so PEGGI could find her thermal signature eventually. And PEGGI did.
Tony chased after the marker on his HUD, catching up eventually as she made her way down a sidewalk at night. He hovered nearby in the ELMO suit, glad all over again that it didn't utilize jet propulsion anymore, was whisper-quiet as a Dyson fan. It let him watch her. Not in a creepy way.
Maybe a little creepy.
Her hair caught his attention more than anything, a pale and thickly braided whip of it that seemed to glitter under the city lights. He thought of a vacation he'd gone on once with his parents to Yellowstone in the off-season when they had more of the park to themselves. Hiking in the early morning on a January day so cold and bright that almost imperceptible microscopic ice crystals hung suspended in the air.
Diamond dust.
Tony cleared his throat from where the suit hung a few feet above and behind her, repulsors glowing their dull, gentle blue..
"Hi."
Who exactly was the mystery girl that was seeing Jessica Drew?
Yeah. He knew her name. It wasn't that hard after they'd met face to face a few times. Thank you, social media. Especially you, Eduardo Saverin, Cameron Winklevoss.
Anyway, it was an oversight on his part that he hadn't met the white-haired girl yet. She had some kind of cold powers? What did they call her? Didn't matter, she had cold powers, and Darrow was only so big, so PEGGI could find her thermal signature eventually. And PEGGI did.
Tony chased after the marker on his HUD, catching up eventually as she made her way down a sidewalk at night. He hovered nearby in the ELMO suit, glad all over again that it didn't utilize jet propulsion anymore, was whisper-quiet as a Dyson fan. It let him watch her. Not in a creepy way.
Maybe a little creepy.
Her hair caught his attention more than anything, a pale and thickly braided whip of it that seemed to glitter under the city lights. He thought of a vacation he'd gone on once with his parents to Yellowstone in the off-season when they had more of the park to themselves. Hiking in the early morning on a January day so cold and bright that almost imperceptible microscopic ice crystals hung suspended in the air.
Diamond dust.
Tony cleared his throat from where the suit hung a few feet above and behind her, repulsors glowing their dull, gentle blue..
"Hi."
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Still, he seems nice enough, even if he did, apparently, stalk her.
"So you tracked me down deliberately? Why?"
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Maybe it was too much honesty. He shrugged one shoulder with innocent insouciance and slipped his hands into his pockets. He smiled at Elsa, an expression that threw into relief the brackets around his mouth.
"And I'm used to this being my job. Connecting everyone. Keeping an eye on them. Never in charge, but ... always up to date. Also, paying for stuff and making everyone look cool. Speaking of, is that costume made of ice? That is mind-blowing."
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"Oh, thank you," she says. "It is, yes. I make it myself. I've never seen one like yours before — and it can fly. That's incredible." She can't fly, but that's fine. She can bolster herself with ice if she needs to, and her girlfriend can swing from any available surface. Between them, they make it work.
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Yeah, the suit could fly. There had been a time when that had been the whole point of it, to chase the excitement of it. Before the suit had become a weapon of opportunity. Before he'd become Iron Man.
"There isn't one like mine. And I do what I can to make sure of it. Because it never ends well. And because it's mine, and they can't have it. Only child, very bad at sharing. How long have you had the whole deal?"
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She's made her peace with that, though. It is what it is, and there's no use in wondering about the cause.
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"I'm sorry to hear all that," Tony said, and although the words smacked of platitudes, his voice was honest and filled with sympathy. He smiled at Elsa in a way that threw into relief the crow's feet around his eyes.
"Actually, I'm gad you two found each other. You and Jessica. I don't know her very well, but I know what it's like to feel like someone you're with doesn't understand too much of you. Even if they want to."
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But here she is, and she has Jessica now. Tony's words are so kind, so understanding, and it moves her. She smiles, even reaches out to touch his arm for a moment. "Thank you," she says. "I'm so grateful for her. It was... very difficult, growing up, but it's easier here with her. And nice." She huffs out a laugh, all soft relief. "So nice not to be the only one who can do extraordinary things."
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He darted his brows and glanced off to the left, thoughtful.
She'd said extraordinary, not magical, not supernatural, not inhuman. Extraordinary. Sometimes, he felt like he might fit that category. Other times, he felt alone and vulnerable and the odd man out.
Well, anymore he just felt lonely, and he was half to blame for that.
"Must be nice. Feeling like you have somewhere to fit with her. She why you started doing this whole thing? Not a bad motivator."
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"She helped me learn how to trust my powers," she says, soft and slow. "I — they can be very dangerous. But if I can use them to help people, then I will." It's a duty she has, the same as her royal obligations. She was born into power and she has to use it wisely and for the benefit of others.
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He turned his head away for a second, knowing his expression must have turned to something between familiarity and shame. He'd called Wanda a weapon once, in a fut of frustration.
Now all he could see was kids, with too much responsibility.
"She's smart. Good moral compass. You two found each other, that's a blessing. This place isn't all bad, all the time."