A/N: This is a completely random plot bunny that would not rest until I put it down on paper.
I'm currently in the middle of a terrible case of writer's block for my story Through the Darkness, so I apologize profusely to all my dedicated readers. I promise Chapter 6 will be up and about shortly!
So, again, please enjoy the random plot bunny that wouldn't quit …
When he enters a room, everyone's attention is pulled from their conversations and drawn to him. His walk is a leisurely stroll, measured and relaxed. He rarely expends more energy than is necessary. He acknowledges everyone in the room with a slight nod of his proud head and continues on his way to seat himself at the podium at the center of the stage.
The hair atop his head is a wild, ruffled mass of luxurious dark brown waves. His intelligent eyes, as they survey the crown with a keen interest, are of the warmest chocolate. His nose is well-proportioned and refined; a fitting attribute to his already handsome visage. His lips are gently curved into an eternally playful smirk and the goatee framing them evokes the suave gentlemen of decades past.
As the paparazzos begin flashing their bulbs and firing their questions for their gossip rags and news articles, he remains unflinching in the face of the barrage. He fields each inquiry with practiced ease and as the Q & A draws to a close, he almost seems to mock them with an "Is that all you've got?" expression gracing his features.
Finally, the questions are answered and the shots have been taken. He rises from his seat and waves farewell to the gathered crowd, absolutely resplendent in his tailored tuxedo and custom dress shoes. The populace surges to a raucous cheer and applauds him for nearly a minute. He soaks it up; it seems as though he lives and breathes these experiences. Then, he is escorted off the stage and along a brightly lit side hall as an exit to his limo.
Once he enters the sunlight at the end of the hallway, he turns and gives and satisfied wink to his companion and watchdog; a heavily decorated military colonel. His companion returns the wink with a relieved smile and joins him inside the limo.
Once comfortably seated, he exhales a pent-up sigh and reclines against the plush leather, seemingly exhausted. He loosens his tie, removes his jacket, and selects a vintage scotch from the mini bar in front of him. As he sips the rich liquid, he turns to meet the gaze of his close friend.
"Feel like letting off some steam when we get back to my place?" His rich baritone inquires, holding a hint of its childhood rebelliousness.
"With you, letting off steam has an entirely different meaning than most of the human population." His companion replies, rolling his eyes as he realizes his watchdog duties are far from over.
The other man smiles triumphantly and proceeds to absently massage the softly glowing orb visible at the center of his chest
After all, all work and no play makes Tony Stark a very bored boy.