Tony and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Tony Stark sat at his desk in his office at the Avengers Tower. He couldn't even believe he had an office, much less a desk. He wanted to spend all his time in his lab, preferably tinkering on any number of various projects.
But, even though he wasn't CEO anymore, Pepper had insisted on a desk, for appearance's sake only. And Tony gave in, because, let's face it, he always did when it came to Pepper.
So he had a desk.
Which he never used.
Except for today.
On said desk was a pile of papers and correspondence.
On top was a very expensive, cream-colored envelope addressed to Mr. Tony Stark and Ms. Pepper Potts. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what lay inside the envelope.
He had done everything he could to thwart it. He even convinced Clint to ask Darcy out again in hopes that she would get distracted after breaking up with Loki.
And that wasn't even the worst of it.
Under the wedding invitation were bills. Director Fury wanted to keep on good terms with Asgard. After the incident with Thanos, the last thing they needed was to alienate the only other alien planet who could come to their aid in times of intergalactic attack.
So, to appease Odin and keep diplomatic relations between the two realms cordial, Director Fury said that S.H.I.E.L.D. would throw a royal wedding for Darcy and Loki.
What he meant was Tony.
Tony had railed against being stuck with the mounting bills. It's not that he couldn't pay them, it was the principle of the thing.
Director Fury had reminded Tony that S.H.I.E.L.D. had close ties with the I.R.S. and was Tony completely sure that every business expense in the last three decades was correctly itemized?
So, Tony ended up paying the bills.
Tony sighed. "JARVIS, what time is tomorrow's rehearsal dinner?"
"Six o'clock, man of iron."
Tony's stomach clenched.
"JARVIS, why do you sound like that?"
"Like what, peasant?"
Tony rubbed his temples to stave off the on-coming headache.
"Like him, exactly like Loki!" he snapped.
"I'm sorry. I have no idea what you're talking about, you mewling . . ."
"System off!" Tony shouted.
Tony groaned. How do you even begin to magically deprogram an A.I.?
He shook his head. He really wished he had just stayed in bed today.
Author's Note- After reading "Stockholm Syndrome", some readers wanted Tony to get punished for trying to break up Darcy and Loki. I hope you liked it!
