closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Joselyn Smythe
WHAT: Even super secret mage cabal does not interfere with date night. Or does it???
WHEN: Evening after the emergency meeting
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: n/a

[ It's late, by the time they get around to sitting down and eating. Tony is a fan of fancy indoor picnic mode when it comes to date night, so they're sitting on a blanket on the floor with a wooden platter of slightly misshapen pizza slices and an open bottle of red wine. The windows are open to usher in whatever cool breeze happens to flutter their way, which makes some chimes he has hanging over the sill click and ring together.

They're doing the replays. Not the big stuff, that's already been conveyed, but the funny comments, the little observations, both from the emergency meeting (that, whatever, Tony was entitled to attend anyway), and the division head huddle (which isn't so sacred, another kind of performance).

Still, it's a switch to business when he asks; ]

So are you gonna go?

[ —leaning forward to use a knife edge to better separate some pizza slices. ]

Comments

[obdurata]

I wouldn't want to do it without you.

( you know, she might; but then she might end up doing it without miriam, and miriam's slight loyalist leanings. she doesn't want to, it wouldn't be her preference, it matters all these things that she has to weigh and that he is so important among them.

it's one thing to do what you believe is best and right, but she'd rather not have to choose between who she loves and who she feels a responsibility to protect if at all possible. it's reassuring, the idea that at least with him, she won't have to. )

I don't want to do most things without you, any more.

[propulsion]

[ Tony stills, twigging to how she has said a significant thing and allowing it to sink in, locked in his awkwardish curl forward and holding her hand. This is probably the part where he blurts something like let's get married as a kind of panic response, but he manages not to do that.

His mouth twitches. A familiar expression, where a genuine feeling is attempting to make his face express it in the form of a smile or something.

As mentioned previously, this is about him. ]

It was the pizza, wasn't it.