Planning to romance her off of her feet by switching up his game, Johnny had prepared his penthouse especially for a romantic dinner for two. Fair enough, the floor really belonged to the Fantastic Four, but seeing as Ben was out with his longtime girlfriend, Alicia Masters, and Reed and Sue were otherwise occupied at a symposium, the place was empty and might as well have been his own. Playing it by the cheesy romance book, he scattered rose petals over the ground, hired a renowned violinist, and decorated the balcony with a table perfectly suited for a more intimate party. Donning a designer suit, tie left hanging on either side of his neck; Johnny knew that tonight was going to be special.
Knowing that her boyfriend was planning on a romantic dinner, assuming that he would take her to some famed restaurant, she dressed in a simple, floor-length dress. All black, her gown slit up the thigh and had an open back, to which she added a silver brace on her left wrist. As per usual, she left her tangle of brown tresses free to curtain her tapered face.
Arriving at the destination in her outdated - according to her father who insisted on buying his cars before they were even off the factory line - Spyder, Happy Hogan, her father's former bodyguard and chauffer, looked over at his passenger and charge, "Vi, you know what your father would say if he were here right now, so I'm not going to remind you, but tell me, is this Storm boy really someone you want to keep around?"
Happy never was like an employee in the eyes of the Stark family, so really, he could say anything he wanted to without fear of being fired, because he was like family, and Violet had always viewed him like an uncle of sorts, but this was a matter that she would rather keep between herself and Johnny, "Happy, you are aware of my fondness for doing what I'm advised not to do, aren't you? Everything must be my own idea."
"This isn't a matter of whether or not you should something. I just want to make sure that this is want you really want," He thought back to when she was a little girl and would hop from toy to toy before anyone could make sense of what she was up to, not that that had any sort of relevance to his words now. He was merely reflecting on the time he had known her for.
She frowned, softening her expression so that she looked even younger than what she really was, "Happy, you know that I value your opinion... You've always been like an uncle to me! But to be honest with you, I'm still trying to make my own mind up about that. Tell you what, why don't you keep close, and if I have to, I can call you?"
With her persuasion, compromise, and logic skills, he easily understood why she had risen quickly through the corporate ranks on her own merit, "Fine. I'll just keep myself busy while you smooze your pretty boy."
She beamed, thanking him with a hug. Happy really did have her best interests at heart, so she wished that she could have given him a more satisfactory answer, but she was still in the dark about how she felt about Johnny. He was charismatic, could be very sweet when the cameras weren't on him, and he was a good guy on a certain level, but there was still a kind of spark missing. She enjoyed looking at him, but she felt as if that wasn't enough in a relationship, and sadly, he hadn't really let her in, so she had no idea who he was as a person. Deciding that it was now or never, tonight would decide the fate of their relationship.
She wasn't holding her breath...
Three years shy of two decades ago, give or take, the God of Mischief had been banished from Asgard to Midgard, and his powers had been completely stripped. He had encountered a woman that he had thought of as a friend, though by now he came to realize that he had had deeper feelings than just that of a friend for her, but she had been stolen from him by death. Her laughing face still haunted him to this day, at least, it would have if he hadn't stumbled across a mistake had made on the night of her demise...
Watching Violet grow up from afar, never once revealing his presence to the girl lest she get the wrong idea or alert the wrong people, Loki had suffered his error in distant silence. Watching her even now, he was full of regret that he had sworn himself to staying nothing but a shadow to her. It wasn't that he had necessarily wished that they could know each other - he just was opposed to her brash, arrogant boyfriend, if one could even call him such. Johnny wouldn't put her in physical danger, but Loki wasn't so sure that she would remain unscathed from this night.
Yet wraithlike as the deity was, Violet had always felt as if she were never truly alone. She never bothered to speak to the ghost that stalked her, mostly from fear that she would come across as crazy, nor did she ever mention the feeling that she was being watched to even her closest confidents. But as she rode the elevator up to the penthouse, she felt the presence more clearly than ever before...
Yes, Happy (more the movie version than the real one) now works for Violet rather than Tony though they still remain close friends. Oh, and her car is the same silver one Tony was driving in Iron Man 2, at least, I think that he was driving the Spyder... I fail epically at stuff like cars. Well, that doesn't matter! I think that that is all for now...