Miss Fire
Take Your Time... Don't Live Too Fast,
I can’t believe I’m actually here, I mutter to myself as I walk into the hotel ballroom that Tony Stark has rented out for tonight’s events. From the start, I can tell tonight isn’t going to be your average charity event. Instead of stuffy classical music playing in the background, I can faintly hear the music to Free Birdplaying. A smile appears on my lips, impressed that Tony remembered a few details from last night; mainly the horrible music that’s usually played at these things.
I make my way to the ballroom further, sneaking a glass of champagne in the process. Just as I put the champagne and strawberry filled flute to my lips, I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders. With a side glance, I still Tony Stark standing there.
“Mister Stark.” I greet with annoyance in every word.
“I see you changed your mind about coming; I figure you would.” He says, smiling as he takes the champagne flute from my hand, taking a sip of it. “No girl can resist me.”
“You’re too cocky for your own good.” I tell him, “I’m here because my agent dragged me out of my apartment by my hair, telling me this would be good for me. So no, I’m not here because I couldn’t resist the charms of Tony Stark.”
“Why are you suddenly being so rude?” He asks, “you were fine talking to me last night.”
“You also forgot to mention that you were Tony Stark.” I remind him, “I had to find out I was talking to you this morning. That’s just mean.”
“So you’re saying if I was a normal guy, you would have accepted me?” He questions, “that’s just makes you a bitch.”
“I know you, you’re the media’s prince; I’m saving myself from that.” I explain, “it’s better if I push you away now before I get hurt and the public sees it. Look I’ve been through media hell recently and it’s finally calming down, I don’t want to start with it again.”
“I heard about your brother dying, I’m sorry about that.” He sincerely says, “death isn’t an easy thing to move on from, especially when the media is constantly down your throat.”
“Now you see why I’m pushing you away, I can’t be in the media anymore.” I say, hoping he understands, “I just came out here to write a book and get inspiration for it. Sure you’re mainly the reason why I came out here, but it wasn’t for a relationship or the like.”
“You came out here for Iron Man, didn’t you?”
“Iron Man was my brother’s idol, he worshipped the ground you walked on,” I begin to explain, “he started working on a comic book called Miss Fire because of you. Since he passed away, I took it upon myself to finish what he started. I couldn’t get inspiration in the small town we grew up in, so I moved out here; knowing you live here.”
“It’s sweet that you’d do that for your brother.” He says, “you got to keep his spirit alive somehow.”
“Now you see why I don’t want to get involved with the media again?” I ask, “I need to focus.”
“You’re not going to be able to focus, the media will follow you all around; especially if you keep coming to things like this.” Tony points out, “you’re going to have to drop your agent and find a new one, one that respects you as a writer and not an object.”
“And are you going to help me find a new agent?” I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.
“Yes, for a price.” He smirks, “one dinner is all I’m asking. I’ve got connections to all sorts of agents, many of which are in this room right now.”
“You’d seriously help me, why?” I ask, raising a brow. “I was a bitch to you.”
“That’s exactly why I’m doing this.” He smiles, “only a few people talking to me the way you do, like I’m a normal person. I can see it in your eyes, that you’re not like every other girl out there wanting to get famous for who they slept with.”
“I wouldn’t dream of sleeping with you anyway, you’re not my type.” I smile, causing a mock hurt look to appear on Tony’s face.
“That hurt, right here.” He says, pointing to his heart; well his arc reactor. “But that’s exactly what I like about you. You’re not afraid to say things how they really are.”
“I’m a country girl Tony, we’re not as prime and proper as people make us out to be.”
“Tomorrow night, 8.” He says, “I’ll have Happy come by and pick you up.”
“I’m not even going to ask how you know where I live.” I chuckle, “but it’s a date.”
“Til then, how about we head to the bar and get something stronger to drink.” He smiles, offering his hand.
“Lead the way.” I smile as I put my hand in his before he guides me to the bar. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into, and I don’t think I care…
I make my way to the ballroom further, sneaking a glass of champagne in the process. Just as I put the champagne and strawberry filled flute to my lips, I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders. With a side glance, I still Tony Stark standing there.
“Mister Stark.” I greet with annoyance in every word.
“I see you changed your mind about coming; I figure you would.” He says, smiling as he takes the champagne flute from my hand, taking a sip of it. “No girl can resist me.”
“You’re too cocky for your own good.” I tell him, “I’m here because my agent dragged me out of my apartment by my hair, telling me this would be good for me. So no, I’m not here because I couldn’t resist the charms of Tony Stark.”
“Why are you suddenly being so rude?” He asks, “you were fine talking to me last night.”
“You also forgot to mention that you were Tony Stark.” I remind him, “I had to find out I was talking to you this morning. That’s just mean.”
“So you’re saying if I was a normal guy, you would have accepted me?” He questions, “that’s just makes you a bitch.”
“I know you, you’re the media’s prince; I’m saving myself from that.” I explain, “it’s better if I push you away now before I get hurt and the public sees it. Look I’ve been through media hell recently and it’s finally calming down, I don’t want to start with it again.”
“I heard about your brother dying, I’m sorry about that.” He sincerely says, “death isn’t an easy thing to move on from, especially when the media is constantly down your throat.”
“Now you see why I’m pushing you away, I can’t be in the media anymore.” I say, hoping he understands, “I just came out here to write a book and get inspiration for it. Sure you’re mainly the reason why I came out here, but it wasn’t for a relationship or the like.”
“You came out here for Iron Man, didn’t you?”
“Iron Man was my brother’s idol, he worshipped the ground you walked on,” I begin to explain, “he started working on a comic book called Miss Fire because of you. Since he passed away, I took it upon myself to finish what he started. I couldn’t get inspiration in the small town we grew up in, so I moved out here; knowing you live here.”
“It’s sweet that you’d do that for your brother.” He says, “you got to keep his spirit alive somehow.”
“Now you see why I don’t want to get involved with the media again?” I ask, “I need to focus.”
“You’re not going to be able to focus, the media will follow you all around; especially if you keep coming to things like this.” Tony points out, “you’re going to have to drop your agent and find a new one, one that respects you as a writer and not an object.”
“And are you going to help me find a new agent?” I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.
“Yes, for a price.” He smirks, “one dinner is all I’m asking. I’ve got connections to all sorts of agents, many of which are in this room right now.”
“You’d seriously help me, why?” I ask, raising a brow. “I was a bitch to you.”
“That’s exactly why I’m doing this.” He smiles, “only a few people talking to me the way you do, like I’m a normal person. I can see it in your eyes, that you’re not like every other girl out there wanting to get famous for who they slept with.”
“I wouldn’t dream of sleeping with you anyway, you’re not my type.” I smile, causing a mock hurt look to appear on Tony’s face.
“That hurt, right here.” He says, pointing to his heart; well his arc reactor. “But that’s exactly what I like about you. You’re not afraid to say things how they really are.”
“I’m a country girl Tony, we’re not as prime and proper as people make us out to be.”
“Tomorrow night, 8.” He says, “I’ll have Happy come by and pick you up.”
“I’m not even going to ask how you know where I live.” I chuckle, “but it’s a date.”
“Til then, how about we head to the bar and get something stronger to drink.” He smiles, offering his hand.
“Lead the way.” I smile as I put my hand in his before he guides me to the bar. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into, and I don’t think I care…
Notes
chapter title credit: Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Daisy
@Golden Works
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5/24/14