Hi wanted to write another part because I'm actually proud of this fanfic.
Third person pov
(Watson's finally had enough.)
"I think we all have had enough of Tony's antics" said Natasha emotionlessly.
Everyone laughed apart from tony who was pouting again. "meanie" he cried acting like a toddler.
(WATSON:
... and your friend, you've been
in this room for two weeks. I
insist you get out of here.
HOLMES:
There's nothing of interest to me
out there, on earth, at all.
WATSON:
So, you have nothing to do?)
"we of course I didn't have anything to do watson" laughed tony,"i didn't have my robots or my suits to work on.
(HOLMES:
Nothing.
WATSON:
Then you're free this evening.
HOLMES:
Absolutely.
WATSON:
For dinner.
HOLMES:
Wonderful.
WATSON:
The Royale.)
Tony groaned he remembered this happening, everyone looked at him wondering why he groaned.
(HOLMES:
My favorite.
WATSON:
Mary's coming.
HOLMES:
Not available.
Everyone laughed he's got you there tones"cried clint laughing loudly.
WATSON:
You're meeting her, Holmes.)
"someone's jealous" teased clint as he dodged a pillow being thrown at him from tony.
(HOLMES:
Have you proposed yet?)
(WATSON:
I'm still looking for the right
ring.
A little smile from Holmes.
HOLMES:
Then it's not official.)
"jealoussss" teased clint, Tony glared at him.
(WATSON:
It's happening, like it or not.
Half past eight. The Royale.
The dog wakes up and runs out.
WATSON:
And wear a jacket.
Watson exits, leaving Holmes alone in his own chaos.
For the first time, we see a hint of fear in his eyes.)
"What's wrong tony why do you look scared" asked Steve.
Tony cought blushing as Steve was worried about him.
(Holmes sits in the center of a booth waiting for Watson
to arrive. He is quite uncomfortable in this setting.
WE SEE HIS OBSERVATIONS -- he picks up little pieces of
information from the other guests. He notices the
details on a pair of gentleman's cufflinks, the name on a
bottle of wine, a surreptitious argument between waiters.
It all becomes quite overbearing.)
(And then Watson and Mary arrive, talking, intent on each
other -- surprised when they realize Holmes is already
there.)
"That's Mary then she's a pretty girl" said Natasha, tony huffed and turned away from the screen.
(WATSON:
Holmes! You're early.
HOLMES:
Fashionably.
WATSON:
May I present Miss Mary Morstan.
Holmes looks at MARY MORSTAN -- looks again. She's
beautiful, 30s, and clearly a woman worth marrying.
Holmes stands. She extends her hand.)
"Well your lateness hasn't changed I see tony" said Steve smiling. Tony shrugged not knowing what to say.
(HOLMES:
My pleasure. For the life of me I
don't know why it's taken him so
long to get us properly
introduced.
Holmes gestures politely, they sit, Mary and Watson on
either side of him. There is a decanted bottle of wine
on the table.)
"so you can be polite sometimes then" Bruce said teasingly smirking at tonys expression.
(MARY:
The pleasure's mine. It really is
a thrill to meet you, Mr. Holmes.)
(MARY (CONT'D)
I've a whole stack of detective
novels at home. Poe, Wilkie
Collins...
WATSON:
(proudly)
It's true.)
"suck up much" mumbled clint everyone nodded agreeing with him.
"friends who are those people she mentioned" thundered thor "detective novel authors thors" explained tony.
(MARY:
They can seem a bit far-fetched
sometimes, though. Making these
grand assumptions out of tiny
details.)
(HOLMES:
(livening up)
Oh, no no. The little details are
by far the most important. Take
Watson...
MARY:
I intend to.
Watson likes that, Holmes less so -- a forced chuckle.)
"jealous" mouthed clint to tony again.
(HOLMES:
... see that walking-stick? A
rare African snakewood hiding a
blade of high-tensile steel. A
few were awarded to veterans of
the Afghan war, so I can assume
he's a decorated soldier. Strong,
brave, born to be a man of action.
And neat, like all military men.
Then I check his pockets... ah. A
stub from a boxing match. Now I
can infer he's a bit of a gambler.
(a wink)
I'd keep an eye on that, by the
way.)
"I want one of those" cried clint looking at watsons walking stick.
(WATSON:
Those days are behind me.
HOLMES:
Yes, right behind you.
(leaning in to Mary)
He's cost us the rent more than
once.
Mary laughs.)
"I'm not lying when I said he costed us the rent many times" said Tony.
(MARY:
With all due respect, Mr. Holmes,
you know him. But what about a
perfect stranger? What can you
tell about me?
Holmes and Watson exchange a glance -- not a good idea.
WATSON:
I don't think that's necessary --)
"what are you going to do tony" sighed Bruce, "why do you expect it to be a bad thing" cried tony "because it always is" said Bruce.
(HOLMES:
Yes, I doubt --
MARY:
No, it'd be wonderful. I insist.
HOLMES:
You insist?
(at Watson)
She insisted.
(instantly)
You're a governess.
MARY:
Well done.)
"what is a governess friend stark" asked thor "Well poiny break a governess is someone who is a woman employed to teach and train children in a private household. In contrast to a nanny" he explaines
Thor nodded in understanding.
(WATSON:
Yes, well done. So shall we --
HOLMES:
Your student's a boy of 8.
MARY:
Charlie's 7, actually.
Watson's getting nervous, reaches for the wine. Holmes
stops him.)
(HOLMES:
It's breathing.
(back to Mary)
Then he's tall for his age.
Mary nods.)
"watson really wants you to stop tony" said Bruce sighing again.
(HOLMES:
He flicked ink at you today.
MARY:
Is there ink on my face?
The WAITER appears.
WATSON:
There's nothing wrong with your
face.
WAITER:
The gentleman has already ordered
for himself.
(to Watson)
What would madam care for this
evening?)
The end
So sorry for the wait for this chapter!
Bye!
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