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MISTER STARK!

"Well, we've got a new one now."

"Mister Stark!"

"Josh, gimme my hat-thanks!"

A fedora comes sailing through the air and he catches it, flipping it onto his head.

"Mister Stark."

"Wait a minute are you two dating?"

Tony stops with his hand on the door handle.

An intern stands a few feet away, fidgeting with her hands.

"I-sorry, I just read a thing online and-"

"Yeah," he says plainly, and casually holds the door open for Bruce.

The intern's mouth drops open.

They walk up to the curb and Tony fishes out a remote from his pocket. Part of a decorative panel outside the building opens up and out rolls an Audi convertible.

A few pedestrians stop and murmur as the two of them climb in. Tony throws up a peace sign as the engine growls and they hurtle forward, wind whistling.

"Tony what the fuck was that?"

"What was what?"

"That! You don't-you can't just tell them that!"

"Why not? Was I wrong?"

"No."

"Do you have a secret girlfriend I don't know about? Boyfriend? Spouse?"

"No, obviously-I just...I didn't think that was something you'd...y'know. Tell people."

"Should I have asked you?"

"Yeah."

"Would you have said no?"

"No-"

"Then I was right."

Bruce lets his hand slap against the outside of the car in exasperation.

"Why did you do that?"

"Drama," Tony states blandly.

"Really."

The engineer straightens his glasses and gives Bruce a look.

"They would have found out anyway. Better I say something then Christine Everhart write a scandalous expose. I mean, she will anyway. She's like that. Great tits, though..." he mutters, and Bruce smacks his arm.

"What? You're just jealous."

"I'm really not-"

"She'll write something anyway. But at least I'm not caught with my pants down."

"Ah. And what of my professional career, Tony?"

His tone is scathing.

"Bruce the last thing you were working on was making a chocolate milk cow."

"It's important!"

"Mhmm."

"And no, it was Ronan's-"

"Ronan's staff is entirely unimportant. The dudes dead."

Tony swerves into another lane and the engine growls obnoxiously. He sighs and flips a switch to put it on silent.

"So flashy when it makes that noise..." he mutters.

"Tony you're driving a two million dollar supercar. I don't think that the noise it makes is the flashiest part."