A/N: Hello, everyone and welcome to my new Tony centric story written for my best Tabby friend, smush68. An amazing and caring woman who will teach you a lot and make you admire her throughout your life.
Ingrid Bergman was a fair woman. Very beautiful, with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. In the sun, they looked like the sky but in the dark they looked like the ocean. Everyone who knew her would say that her name did not suit her hair, but it would always suit her eyes. She was single, still waiting for her man in a metallic suit, riding on a horse. She was too busy with her work and really did not have many friends. Not because she was antisocial, but because her job required her to be there many hours a day. Writing any story on her computer would always be her freedom and her escape from reality. She would always say that her life is really like a bad scenario of Prison Break. Co-workers wouldn't fancy her very much, but she was not the type to care for their opinion. She got the job done, so she was satisfied with that. She wasn't working in a social and negotiation organization, after all. Ingrid worked in an insurance company, with lot of logistics and numbers. She hated the numbers but she loved making sure that people would be safe if it was their fault in case of a bad accident.
It was 8 in the morning. ''Running late again, girl. Nicely done!'' Her usual sarcastic with a sense of humor self wandering around her messy house. Not a big fan of cleaning and when she felt like it, she had no time. Hastily brushing her hair and putting on perfume, she took her keys and threw her cell phone in her purse. Oh, if that purse could talk. She understood guys who always were afraid of looking in a woman's purse. She gave them huge credit for that. She walked out the door, thinking to herself that Elvis had left the building like she would always say when she wanted to cheer herself up. She ran towards the car, unlocking the doors via a button on her keys, mentally keeping a note to thank the people who invented such technology. She put the key in the ignition, driving away like those men on Formula. What was his name? The handsome guy? Was it Benjamin Button or Michael Schumacher? Oh, either way, both of them were eye candy for the ladies.
Half an hour passed, stuck in traffic. It would be a nasty day for Ingrid with a lot of gore if she wouldn't find a shortcut NOW! Hitting her arms on the steering wheel, she touched her necklace that had a form of a cross, praying to give her patience like Bruce. (A/N: From the movie Bruce Almighty, of course.) ''Ingrid? Girl? If you're not already fired, you might as well be now, and if you won't get fired by the end of the day, I will buy you a drink!'' Turning the steering wheel, pushing the pedal to the medal, she took a shortcut to avoid the cars parade.
As she turned the corner, another car turned, causing Ingrid to gasp and brake late, crashing with the other car.
Thinking that God left her, she got out of the car swearing and looked at the damage. ''Oh my cheerleader Batman! '' The other man got out of his car as well. ''Hey, lady. I'm sorry, I didn't see you.'' She rolled her eyes. ''How can you NOT see me?! I'm not driving a Barbie car!'' He smiled at the cuteness of her panicky self and studied her. She was a very beautiful woman in his eyes. She was really cute, near his age. Did he mention cute? He chuckled and she looked at him in disbelief. ''Yeah, ha ha, laugh all you want but the insurance will fire your buttocks, buddy!'' She stopped to look at him in awe. It was the first time she would look at him, thinking that she was extremely busy looking at the damage. Very handsome man, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, handsome, sexy. Did she mention handsome and sexy? Like she was under a spell, she walked up to the man, giving him her card. He looked at it and looked back at her. ''Ingrid Bergman, oh, it's Casablanca girl. I was in love with Bergman.'' He winked at her and she felt so nauseous, ready to cry that he said that to her. She smiled, putting her confident face on. ''You wish.'' He winked at her again and went to his car, opening the door. ''I will call you, Ingrid Bergman. I'll need someone good in their job to insure me. And what's better than having you by my side, huh?'' Flashing his one million dollar smile, he drove away, leaving Ingrid standing like a statue, cold and still. ''What ju-just ha-happened…?''