Disclaimer: This idea is the merging of Iron Man and a partially original character modeled after the Bionic Woman (I didn't watch the show so it's just a re-visioning of the premise with the same actress to make descriptions easy), neither are mine. That is all. Please continue...and enjoy!

Something Bionic

Summary: Tony Stark continues his exploits as an 'unlikely' superhero, while trying to rebuild his company. On his path he comes across a unique obstacle. Something Bionic...Post Movieverse - Possibly Tony Stark/OC, but we'll see.

A Manual Proposition

Tony Stark stood among a group of CEOs. He'd stopped paying attention after they'd said hello. He had no doubt that they were trying to network. He should have been doing it too, but he seemed to be the oddity who'd actually come to the 'party' to party. Taking another drink the ice cubes clanked in the glass as he finished off the whiskey. As a waiter passed he set the cup onto the tray cluttered with tall flutes of champagne.

"So what do you think of the idea Tony?" one of the older gentlemen, owner of a leading computer corporation asked as he shifted his glasses.

"You know that's just fantastic..." he replied, aware enough of the conversation that had just been taking place to comment, "If you'll excuse me..."

With a pat on the backs of the two men standing beside him he bowed out of the group. In brisk strides he ventured through the crowd occasionally greeting people as he passed.

"Tony!" a small collection of women called and he gave them a wave as he headed towards them, but out of the corner of his eye he spotted someone new.

"Hello..." he whispered as he redirected himself, amused by the unfamiliar face in the crowd.

The woman stood near a group of military men, he only recognized them through his company's previous business deals. She was wearing a little black dress, though it was a bit too long to be overtly sexy. The satin fabric caught sheen from the overhead lights and it waved along her form as she moved. Smooth pale skin peeked out from the bold fabric, creating a lovely contrast. Her dark brown hair was pulled up, the preferred style for glitzy occasions. She seemed awkward among the men as she forced a smile, her eyes scanning the room as if looking for an escape route.

Tony grinned as he watched her. He was leaning slightly against a nearby wall to avoid the possibility of unwanted chat from another guest. It took longer than he figured, but she eventually broke from her dull company. Tony honed in on the lone woman. It was the perfect time for an introduction.

Walking up to her he pretended to stand in her way. She moved to the side, but he moved with her, creating the strange run-in. She let out a soft laugh and paused completely, content to let him pass. He stopped with her and met her stunning green eyes.

"Hello. I'm Tony Stark," he said deciding it was time for that introduction.

The woman stared at him briefly before she turned and walked away.

"Ouch...nothing, really? That hurts me," he stated as he put his hand to his chest and suavely moved with her as she attempted to retreat.

Eventually cutting her off in a small sitting area as they both rounded a chair he grinned.

"You know most people would consider that rude, but I'm willing to forgive and forget," he commented as her green eyes met his gaze.

"As opposed to what?" she finally spoke in a seductively silky voice, Tony approved, "Your flagrant attempts to get into a woman's pants?"

His lips pursed as he raised a brow, "Well technically you're wearing a dress..."

She scoffed as she rolled her eyes and walked around him.

"Wait, wait..." he stated as he moved backwards with her prompting her to pause, "Give me a best case...how long do you think it would take?"

Her eyes widened for a moment and the thought crossed his mind that she might actually slap him, but when her hand failed to raise he waited.

"Okay...I'll play along," she responded with a forced smiled, "About how long does it take for you to get out of that metal suit of yours?"

His brow cocked and his lips parted to answer, but she quickly interrupted him.

"Manually..." she amended, driving the great Tony Stark to silence.

When he didn't immediately speak she quickly continued off in the direction she'd been heading.

"Manually?" Tony mouthed as his shoulders dropped.

He really didn't have an answer, which surprised him.

"Maybe some other time," Tony finally called after her.

She'd disappeared into the crowd before he'd finished, prompting a few party goers to pass him questioning glances. Cordially smiling at them he veered towards the bar.

"Whiskey on the rocks..." he stated as he leaned against the bar top.

Looking back over the crowd he quietly laughed to himself.

"Manually..." he remarked again, still thrown by the rejection, "I'll definitely have to look into that..."

Jamie Sommers walked quickly through the gala crowd. She wasn't sure why she'd even bothered to give Tony Stark a response. The last thing she needed in her life was that celebrity billionaire playboy thrusting her into the limelight. The media had been following him around like vultures after his public declaration that he was the legendary Iron Man. She had no doubt that wasn't the only area where interest in him had increased...so she didn't feel back about her blatant brush-off.

Plucking up a glass of champagne as it passed she took as sip as the bubbles tickled her nose. She still wasn't sure what she was doing there. Hooked on that thought she decided to leave. Sleep seemed like a more productive activity considering her hectic schedule for the next day. Quickly replacing the glass on the tray she set her sights on the door.