Disregard everything that had happened: this moment felt strangely fulfilling. It made Pepper seem brand new. He couldn't have traded her for the world (she knew his social security number), and yet a clean slate could do them both some good. "Yeah?" he questioned softly, smiling as their lips drew in close again, his hand slipping around to find the small of her back.
No sooner hand the tips of his fingers touched the fabric a bright flash intervened. Tony was used to the harsh truth of the camera, but admittedly this one had caught him off guard. He leaned away slowly hoping she would follow suit, then smiled, still holding her around the waist for a few more photographs. "I didn't think the movie was that bad, but I can see you all needed some air too." After he put his sunglasses on he directed his attention to the first reporter who questioned his leisure when a hostage situation taking place downtown and another brought up the heroics interfering with the Stark Industries board of directors' views of him. His fists clenched briefly on the tails of his coat and his eyes hardened. He could answer, but his place in the headlines was secured either way. The charming smile had long dissipated. He could only think of two words to excuse himself...two words was as apologetic as he was going to get. Those two words could convey a lot and he had said them for what felt like an eternity. They were formal and sought the approval of being dismissed.
"Miss Potts..."
And he was pushing through the media mass with his own strength, headed for the car.
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Date: 2008-07-26 12:13 am (UTC)No sooner hand the tips of his fingers touched the fabric a bright flash intervened. Tony was used to the harsh truth of the camera, but admittedly this one had caught him off guard. He leaned away slowly hoping she would follow suit, then smiled, still holding her around the waist for a few more photographs. "I didn't think the movie was that bad, but I can see you all needed some air too." After he put his sunglasses on he directed his attention to the first reporter who questioned his leisure when a hostage situation taking place downtown and another brought up the heroics interfering with the Stark Industries board of directors' views of him. His fists clenched briefly on the tails of his coat and his eyes hardened. He could answer, but his place in the headlines was secured either way. The charming smile had long dissipated. He could only think of two words to excuse himself...two words was as apologetic as he was going to get. Those two words could convey a lot and he had said them for what felt like an eternity. They were formal and sought the approval of being dismissed.
"Miss Potts..."
And he was pushing through the media mass with his own strength, headed for the car.