Chapter 13: Monaco Wedding
April 25, 2010 – Sunday
Stark Mansion, Malibu, California
Pepper drank off the last of her champagne. "Will that be all, Mr. Stark?" she asked, indulging in a bit of playfully excessive formality in her last act as his executive assistant.
"Actually, there is one other thing," Tony admitted. "I want to give, as my wedding gift to Willow and Faith, Willow controlling interest in the company."
"You want to give Willow enough of your shares to make her the majority shareholder?" Pepper asked, surprised.
Tony met Pepper's surprised gaze with a determined nod. "Yes. I've thought about it, and I believe it's the right move. Willow has proven herself not just as someone I trust personally, but someone who has the vision and capability to lead Stark Industries into the future."
Pepper considered the implications. The dynamics of the company were about to shift dramatically. She knew that this decision would spark discussions, perhaps even controversy. Yet, she also understood Tony's need for change and the genuine intentions behind this unconventional wedding gift.
Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Pepper responded, "This is a significant step, Tony. It's not just a change in ownership; it's a shift in the company's identity. Are you certain you want to go through with it?"
Tony's eyes reflected a mixture of resolution and a touch of vulnerability. "Pepper, I've spent a lifetime building this company. But it's time for a new era. Willow and Faith deserve a chance to shape Stark Industries in their way, unburdened by the shadows of my legacy. It's my way of giving them the freedom to innovate and lead."
Pepper nodded, acknowledging the weight of Tony's decision. "Very well, Mr. Stark. I'll handle the necessary arrangements and communication with the board."
April 26, 2010 – Monday
Stark Mansion, Malibu, California
Tony's frustration with the impending threat of the RT's power supply taking a toll on him had reached its peak. The urgency of the problem pressed heavily on him, but he realized that working incessantly wasn't a sustainable solution. In an attempt to release some of his pent-up frustration, Tony decided to engage in a different kind of battle – a physical one, with his daughter Faith.
Having a regulation-size boxing ring installed in his house proved to be a wise decision. The ring, complete with a springy floor and padded posts, provided the perfect arena for Tony and Faith to engage in some intense sparring sessions. Despite the gravity of his health situation due to palladium poisoning, the presence of the boxing ring allowed Tony to stay active and maintain his physique, earning him the satisfaction of looking, in his own words, "terrific."
However, the downside of this endeavor was Tony's lack of expertise in sparring. Faith, being a Slayer, had to hold back during their sessions to avoid causing harm to her father. Willow, observing the mismatched sparring skills, couldn't help but offer some guidance. "Cover," she advised, watching as Faith landed a jab on Tony's nose.
Acknowledging Willow's advice, Faith turned her attention to her father. "Don't drop. Hands up. Jab-jab-hook-uppercut, jab," she instructed, guiding Tony through the motions. Despite his eyes watering from the earlier jab, Tony followed Faith's instructions and threw the combination.
Faith, however, keenly observed the flaws in Tony's technique. "You're dropping your hook. I got a clear line to your button. Again." Tony repeated the combination, but it seemed he made the same mistake. Without hesitation, Faith exploited the opening, snapping another jab over his guard and into his mouth – harder than the last one.
The resonance of the front doorbell disrupted the focused atmosphere within the house. Willow, inquisitive, lifted her gaze towards the entrance and spotted Pepper making her way in. "Hey, Pepper," she greeted with a warm smile.
Pepper returned the smile, a subtle acknowledgment passing between them. Tony, seemingly indifferent, shook his head, attempting to downplay the impact of the recent punch he had taken. Pepper, maintaining her composed demeanor, cut to the chase. "The notary is here. I need you to sign the transfer paperwork," she informed, her tone revealing nothing.
However, Tony, displaying a casual defiance, brushed off the urgency of the paperwork. "Later," he declared, asserting his commitment to the sparring session with Faith. "I'm on Faith's time." With determination, he unleashed a rapid series of punches into Faith's waiting gloves, establishing a rhythmic flow. Just for emphasis, he threw in an MMA-style elbow, adding an unexpected punctuation to his display.
Curious about the unconventional move, Faith questioned, "What's with the elbow?"
"It's time to expand my arsenal," Tony declared, his focus on the physical exchange not diminishing. He continued to throw punches and incorporated techniques from various martial arts disciplines. "Ju jitsu, muay thai..."
Faith, somewhat amused and rolling her eyes, decided to respond in her own language. In a swift motion, she leapt into a roundhouse kick, catching Tony off guard and sending him to the mat.
As Tony lay on the mat, taking a moment to recover, he noticed Willow's attention diverted from the sparring scene. Following her gaze, he found himself captivated by the presence of a stunning woman, a true knockout in every sense.
Faith, ever the vigilant instructor, assisted her father back on his feet. However, she didn't miss the opportunity to deliver a playful yet pointed comment. "Eyes up. I know you're supposed to be a 'playboy,' but do you really think we women like it when you stare at our breasts?"
Pepper and Willow couldn't help but suppress their laughter at Faith's candid observation. Pepper, with a subtle hint of humor, addressed Tony, "It's the only time you'll have to sign over your company. I promise."
"Sign over your company?" Faith questioned, a perplexed expression on her face.
Tony, ready to unveil his significant decision, shared with his daughter, "I named Pepper CEO of Stark Industries. Though that doesn't require a notary."
Pepper chimed in to clarify, "No, but handing over a significant number of your stocks in Stark Industries does."
Willow, still in the dark about the unfolding events, sought clarification with a furrowed brow. "Who are you handing over your stocks to?"
With a sense of revelation, Tony disclosed his grand gesture. "It's my wedding gift, to you and Faith. It's not like I am going to be destitute. I had 90 percent of the shares in the company. I'm keeping 30 percent while giving you, Willow, the remaining 60 percent. Making you the primary shareholder in Stark Industries."
Faith's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and curiosity evident on her face as Tony revealed his decision to bestow controlling interest in Stark Industries upon Willow. The revelation hung in the air, and Faith exchanged a quick glance with Willow, who herself was processing the enormity of what had just been disclosed.
"Controlling interest?" Faith exclaimed, her tone a blend of awe and amusement. "Red, you're not just messing with gadgets anymore. You're playing with the big league, like, CEO-level big."
Willow's expression mirrored the astonishment of those around her, her eyes widening as the weight of the responsibility settled in. "Wait, what? Tony, are you serious?" she asked, seeking confirmation.
Tony, despite the seriousness of the decision, couldn't resist a grin. "Dead serious, Willow. Consider it my way of ensuring that Stark Industries remains in good hands."
The notary's professional demeanor persisted as she directed Willow through the paperwork, her voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere of the room. "Please initial the boxes," she instructed, handing Willow a pen. "Each form is in triplicate. I've marked each place for signature."
"Absolutely," Willow replied, her focus shifting to the forms spread before her. The weight of the moment hung in the air as she carefully signed each document, acknowledging the gravity of the decisions being formalized on paper.
Meanwhile, Pepper, always efficient, couldn't afford to linger. "Tony, come on," she called out, motioning for him to join the process. Glancing toward the notary, Pepper noticed her attention briefly diverting towards the distant boxing ring. Turning back to the notary, she inquired, "Where do you need Willow's fingerprint?"
The notary, refocusing on the task at hand, responded, "Right next to your signature," gesturing towards the designated space on the forms. Willow promptly affixed her fingerprint beside her signature, ensuring the paperwork was complete and legally binding.
Seizing a moment to express admiration, the notary addressed Pepper with genuine sincerity. "Ms. Potts, I just want you to know that it's so inspiring to see the career path you're taking." Her acknowledgment of Pepper's ascent to the position of CEO had not gone unnoticed.
Pepper, known for her poise, offered a wry smile in response. "Apparently, this is what fifteen years of wrangling with Tony Stark gets you," she remarked, a hint of humor coloring her words. "I will not miss it. Tony!" she called, redirecting her attention to the distant boxing ring where Tony was engrossed in the sparring session with Faith.
"Bring it here!" Tony's response echoed from the ring, the contrast between the corporate proceedings and the physical exertion in the boxing ring adding a layer of complexity to the unfolding events.
Pepper, with a bemused expression, rolled her eyes, ensuring the notary caught the subtle gesture. "Sorry," she apologized, a hint of amusement in her tone.
Undeterred, the winsome notary responded with a shrug, following Pepper toward the boxing ring. "I don't mind," she assured, her demeanor maintaining a professional yet open attitude.
At the edge of the ring, the notary smoothly slid her notary book onto the canvas before gracefully climbing in after it. Meanwhile, Tony, displaying his trademark impulsiveness, changed his plans the moment the notary joined them. "I'll be right back," he declared, handing the notary his mitts. "Faith, give her a lesson." With that, he bounced out of the ring, leaving Faith and the notary sizing each other up.
Faith glanced at the notary and quirked an eyebrow. "Uh, ever spar before?"
The notary, surprisingly confident, replied, "Yes, actually. I do some martial arts."
As Faith contemplated how to initiate the sparring session, Tony approached Pepper, curiosity etched on his face. "Who is she?"
Pepper, focused on the ongoing paperwork, casually responded, "She works for us in Legal." She paused for emphasis and added with a playful tone, "So, like Faith said, stop ogling her or we're potentially a very expensive sexual harassment suit if you continue."
Tony's request for a new assistant hung in the air, and Pepper, ever the efficient CEO, nodded in acknowledgment. "I have three potentials for you to sit down with," she informed him, a hint of readiness in her voice. Glancing briefly at Willow, Pepper added, "Assuming you wish to keep me on as CEO. After all, once Tony signs, you are the new majority shareholder."
Willow, thoughtful and considerate, responded with a genuine trust in Pepper's capabilities. "I trust you, Pepper. Plus, you've been working with Tony for years, which means you know the ins and outs of running Stark Industries better than I do. So, the CEO position is yours."
Pepper, with a sense of gratitude, accepted the responsibility. "Well, Tony did name me chairman of the board also."
Willow, unfazed, assured her, "You can keep that position as well."
As the discussion about corporate roles unfolded, Tony, ever the impulsive entrepreneur, diverted their attention back to the matter at hand. "Anyways, back to my new assistant. I don't have time to sit down," he declared. "I need someone now. I feel like it's her," Tony continued, his gaze fixed on the notary.
Faith, eager to see what the notary could bring to the sparring session, urged, "Come on. Show me something."
The notary hesitated, glancing back toward Willow, Pepper, and Tony, who were engrossed in their own discussions. "No, it's okay. I'll just wait for your father," she replied, a touch of reluctance in her voice.
Undeterred, Faith, ever the enthusiast, feinted towards the notary. "Just one move. Something cool."
Meanwhile, Tony, multitasking as usual, divided his attention between the ring and the information unfolding on the heads-up display in the corner of the room. "Natalie Rushman... Wow," he exclaimed as he navigated through her impressive resume. "She is overqualified."
Pepper, ever the voice of reason, chimed in, "Agreed. You're making my point for me."
Tony, absorbed in the details, continued to marvel at Natalie's credentials. "Very impressive woman," he mused. "Look at these stats!" He scrolled through the list of languages, pausing at Latin. "Fluent in French, Italian, Russian... Latin? Nobody speaks Latin."
Willow chimed in, countering Tony's admiration with her own perspective. "Dawn does," she pointed out. "Along with Russian, Sumerian, a few other dead languages."
Tony, attempting to keep track of the diverse individuals in his daughter's life, sought clarification. "That's the other Slayer's sister, right?"
Willow confirmed, "That's her. Dawn's always been really interested in languages."
In the midst of this linguistic exchange, Pepper, astutely picking up on Tony's diversionary tactics, interrupted. "Tony, I know what you're doing."
"Really? Then you got me beat," Tony responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continued to explore Natalie Rushman's impressive qualifications.
Pepper, not one to be easily swayed, decided she'd had enough of the distractions. "Miss Rushman!" she called out, her voice cutting through the conversations and the sparring session in the ring. "Let's get this done, shall we?"
Natalie gracefully emerged from the ring, acknowledging the sparring session with Tony and Faith by flipping the practice mitts to the Slayer with an apologetic shrug. Making her way to the central figures of Stark Industries, she sifted through the transfer paperwork, organizing the documents to ensure everything was in order.
"Okay," Natalie said, addressing Tony, "I just need your impression."
Tony, always the provocateur, couldn't resist injecting a dose of humor into the situation. "I think you'd be great in the sack and distracting on the job," he quipped, glancing playfully at Pepper. "As opposed to Pepper, who's great on the job and would be distracting in the sack."
Natalie, maintaining her professionalism, flicked her gaze towards Pepper and then refocused on Tony. With a deadpan expression, she held up an ink pad. "Really," she deadpanned. "I meant your fingerprint."
Undeterred, Tony met her gaze, his eyes glinting mischievously. He inked his thumb and proceeded to imprint his fingerprint on the sheets Natalie held out for him. As the final print was made, Natalie efficiently shuffled the papers together.
"The company's all yours, Ms. Rosenberg, as you now own 60 percent of the voting stock," Tony declared, a sense of finality in his words. Natalie then turned to Tony, posing the formal question, "Will that be all, Mr. Stark?"
Tony, ever the unpredictable force, shook his head. "Nope."
Pepper, sensing Tony's inclination to prolong the interaction, intervened with a stern tone. "Yes, it will. Goodbye, Ms. Rushman." As Natalie walked away, Pepper turned her attention back to Tony, the look on his face signaling a potential continuation.
Seeing the familiar glint in Tony's eyes, Pepper preemptively addressed his unspoken thought. "No," she declared firmly, bringing a halt to any further antics.
May 4, 2010 – Tuesday
Église de Sainte-Dévote, Monaco
Faith stood in the serene atmosphere of the bride's preparation room. The air was charged with a palpable mix of excitement and anticipation, mirroring the emotions swirling within Faith herself. The chapel, with its quiet and sacred ambiance, served as a contrasting backdrop to the whirlwind of feelings that accompanied this momentous day.
Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Faith's focus was interrupted by the creaking sound of the door. The unexpected entrance drew her attention, and her eyes widened in surprise as Buffy entered, gently pushing Dawn in a wheelchair. The stark contrast between the joyous occasion and the unexpected sight of Dawn in a wheelchair evoked a mix of concern and curiosity on Faith's face.
"Buffy? Dawn?" Faith's voice carried a blend of surprise and genuine worry. Taking a step forward, she scanned Dawn's face, searching for any signs of distress or explanation.
Buffy, wearing a supportive smile, greeted Faith. "Hey, Faith. I take it Willow didn't tell you about Dawn?"
Faith confirmed, "No. What happened?"
Buffy, ensuring the door was closed for privacy, began to share the somber details. "Bruce and I were fighting the Joker as Batman and Huntress. The Joker kidnapped Dawn. We're not sure if it was him or one of his goons. But..."
Dawn interjected; her voice steady as she took control of the explanation. "My spine has been severed. I've been paralyzed from the waist down. About three years ago now."
"The Joker is in Arkham Asylum where he belongs," Buffy stated matter-of-factly, providing a reassurance that the immediate threat had been contained.
Faith nodded in acknowledgment as she looked at the sisters, contemplating the next words she wanted to express. Nervously, she began, "So..." Unsure of how to broach the subject, she hesitated, grappling with the best way to ask the sisters to be her bridesmaids.
Dawn, ever perceptive and with a warm smile, anticipated Faith's unspoken question. "If you're about to ask us to be your bridesmaids," she said, her smile widening, "As for me, you're a little too late. Willow beat you to it when she learned your dad had planned this day."
Faith couldn't help but chuckle at the twist of fate. Willow's proactive nature had taken the lead in including Dawn in the bridal party, and Faith found herself both touched and amused by the thought. Dawn's presence as Willow's bridesmaid was already a foregone conclusion.
Turning her attention to Buffy, Faith sought her response. "As for me, Faith, I would be happy to," Buffy affirmed, her words carrying genuine warmth and support.
Faith met her fellow Slayer's gaze, a genuine smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, Buffy," she expressed, using the other Slayer's name for the first time in years. The weight of gratitude and camaraderie lingered in the air, signaling a subtle shift in their dynamic.
Buffy, taken aback by the unexpected use of her full name, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Did you just 'Buffy' instead of 'B'?" she inquired; the astonishment evident in her voice. The use of the full name carried a certain significance, a departure from the familiar shorthand they had developed over the years.
Faith chuckled, a hint of playfulness in her expression. "Yeah, figured today is a special day. Call it a wedding miracle," she teased, the rare use of Buffy's full name reflecting the unique and celebratory nature of the occasion.
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As Buffy skillfully guided Dawn's wheelchair up the aisle, the gentle melody of Canon in D provided a backdrop, whispering in the background, setting the tone for the momentous occasion. Buffy carefully wheeled Dawn into position next to where Willow would stand, and then gracefully moved across the aisle to take her place beside where Faith would soon stand.
The aisle unfurled, paving the way for Willow's entrance. With poise and grace, Willow took each step, her arm intertwined with her father, Ira Rosenberg. Her white silk gown, a masterpiece of elegance, accentuated her figure with a sculpted bodice and a skirt that cascaded into a trailing train. The gentle strains of the melody accompanied her journey, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
At the end of the aisle, a heartfelt embrace from Ira and a tender hug from her mother, Sheila, preceded Willow's move to stand next to Dawn. The spotlight then shifted to Faith, who embarked on her journey alongside Tony. Stealing a final glance at Willow, Faith bestowed a radiant smile upon Ira and Sheila, capturing a moment of shared significance. An embrace with the matron of the Rosenberg family followed, culminating in a cherished peck on the cheek from her father. Tony, having fulfilled his role, took his seat, the warmth of familial bonds palpable.
With a graceful step, Faith positioned herself alongside Willow at the altar, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. Her voice, a soft whisper carried by the wind, reached Willow's ears as she greeted the love of her life. "Hi," the word escaped Faith's lips, laden with affection and anticipation—a simple greeting that held the weight of their shared journey.
Willow's gaze, fixed upon Faith, mirrored a mixture of disbelief and awe, her lips parting slightly as she struggled to find words. "Wow!" Her breathless exclamation was a testament to the ethereal presence Faith exuded, a sight that left Willow momentarily speechless and wholly captivated.
A playful grin tugged at the corner of Faith's lips. "Back at ya, Will."
The Minister's voice, a gentle cadence, broke the shared moment between Willow and Faith, the question hanging in the air like a delicate promise, "Shall we begin?" Both brides nodded in unison, a silent affirmation of their readiness. Faith turned slightly, presenting Buffy with her bouquet of flowers, a symbolic gesture that mirrored the bond they shared, while Willow mirrored the gesture, passing her own bouquet to Dawn.
"Beloved friends and cherished family," the minister's voice resonated, a soft cadence carrying the weight of the moment, "We gather here today, under the embrace of love's sacred light, to witness the union of these two remarkable souls." Her smile, like a brushstroke of warmth, painted the air. "In this sanctuary of hearts, we stand witness to a journey that transcends the boundaries of two lives, weaving them into a tapestry of solemnity and boundless joy. An embrace of all that you have been, all that you are, and all that you shall become."
As the minister's words wove a tapestry of unity, Willow and Faith locked eyes, their connection a radiant beacon of shared joy. A spark of mirth danced in Willow's gaze, her giggles surfacing like gentle ripples as Faith's wink wrapped their bond in a playful embrace.
"In this profound moment of your union," the Minister's voice resonated, carrying a depth that mirrored the weight of the occasion, "understand that the love we hold closest becomes woven into the very fabric of our being. It is in embracing this love, both the giving and the receiving, that you embark upon a shared existence graced with open hearts and minds."
Willow's voice, a soft caress of affection and devotion, danced upon the air. "I, Willow Danielle Rosenberg, pledge before you, Isabella Maria Stark, my unwavering vow. A vow to love you, to honor you, and to cherish you," her gaze held a luminous intensity, love brimming in her eyes, "in moments of triumph and challenge. In times of abundance and scarcity. Through health's glow and the trials of sickness. Until the tapestry of our lives is parted only by the hand of death." The heartfelt promise lingered in the air, punctuated by exchanged smiles, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
Faith's throaty timbre carried a blend of emotions as she mirrored Willow's pledge, her own voice quivering with the depth of her commitment. "I, Isabella Maria Stark, stand here, bound to you, Willow Danielle Rosenberg. A vow etched into the very core of my being," a pause, a fleeting glance upward to forestall the tears threatening to escape, "to love you, to honor you, and to cherish you. In the embrace of joy and hardship. In the presence of abundance and scarcity. Amid the bloom of health and the trials of illness. A vow unbroken even by the finality of death." A tremulous laugh intertwined with the words, a testament to Faith's resilience in the face of emotion, adding a touch of genuine and heartfelt sincerity to the sacred vows exchanged in the embrace of love.
As the poignant exchange unfolded, the Minister's silent cue prompted Willow to pivot, her gaze locking onto Faith's. The symbol of their bond gleamed as she held Faith's wedding ring—a white gold circle studded with diamonds. With grace and reverence, Willow slid the ring onto Faith's finger, each movement a testament to the depth of her commitment. "With this ring, I thee wed."
Faith, in turn, accepted Willow's ring from Buffy, her hands steady despite the profound emotions surging within her. She mirrored Willow's gesture, delicately placing the ring on Willow's finger. Her voice, unwavering in its resolve, resonated with an assurance that surpassed mere words. "With this ring, I thee... wed."
In a climactic culmination, their eyes locked, gazes unwavering, voices melded in harmonious accord, echoing through the sacred space. "I do," Willow's voice rang out, firm and resolute.
"I do," Faith responded, her voice a mirror of determination and devotion.
With a soft, knowing smile, the Minister's eyes rested upon the couple, their love a beacon that seemed to illuminate the very air around them. "In this sacred moment," her voice held a tender reverence, "I declare you, after the intertwining of hearts and souls, as wife and wife." Her joy echoed in her words, an infectious warmth that spread through the gathering.
The atmosphere buzzed with palpable excitement as the long-awaited pronouncement rang out—a testament to the unity that had been forged. Willow's grin was radiant, a reflection of her inner elation that seemed to touch every corner of her being. Faith's laughter danced on the breeze, a harmonious echo to Willow's delight, a chorus of mirth that encapsulated the profound happiness that surrounded them.
In a swift but deliberate motion, Willow's arm enveloped Faith, drawing her close. Their bodies molded together as their lips met with a passionate intensity. The kiss was a crescendo of emotion, an explosion of love that painted the air with its brilliance. The cheers that erupted from the gathered loved ones were a symphony of jubilation, an orchestration of support that resonated deeply.
A soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped Faith as her arms wound around Willow's neck, pulling her even closer. It was as if they sought to merge their very souls in this profound moment of connection. Willow reciprocated, a simultaneous laughter and sigh vibrating between their locked lips. Amidst the fervor of their kiss, the world seemed to fade into a background hum, leaving only the two of them wrapped in the cocoon of their affection.
As the whirlwind of emotion swirled around them, their friends and family added their jubilant voices to the celebration—a chorus of love that reverberated through the air. And then, the Minister's final words brought the culmination, a title that carried the weight of honor and love. "May I present to you all, for the very first time, Isabella and Willow Rosenberg-Stark."
The applause and cheers that followed were a thunderous testament to the unity that had been sealed. It was a promise of a future illuminated by the love that these two extraordinary souls had discovered in each other. The joyous voices of their loved ones echoed through the sacred space, a harmonious symphony celebrating the union of Isabella and Willow Rosenberg-Stark.
As the applause cascaded like a waterfall, the newly pronounced couple, still wrapped in the warmth of their kiss, finally pulled away, their eyes locking in a shared acknowledgment of the love that now bound them as wife and wife.
Reception Hall
The reception hall was adorned with soft lights and the gentle hum of joyous chatter as Tony Stark and Faith took the center stage for the father-daughter dance. The dance floor beckoned as the sweet melody of a timeless tune filled the air.
Tony extended his hand to Faith, his eyes gleaming with pride and affection. Faith took her father's hand with a warm smile. As they stepped onto the dance floor, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two figures swaying to the rhythm of the music.
The soft strains of the music wrapped around them as they moved, a dance of connection and shared history. Tony's eyes held a mixture of joy and nostalgia, recognizing the journey that had led them to this moment. Faith, in turn, looked up at her father with a blend of gratitude and love, appreciating the significance of this dance.
The steps flowed seamlessly, a testament to the bond they shared. The guests watched with smiles; their hearts touched by the genuine emotion emanating from the dance floor. Tony whispered words of encouragement and love to Faith, their connection evident in every graceful movement.
As the dance neared its end, Tony and Faith exchanged a final twirl, their laughter echoing through the hall. The applause from the guests was a crescendo of appreciation for the heartfelt moment they had just witnessed.
Tony then waved Willow over with a warm and genuine smile. "I happily hand my daughter, your lovely wife, over to you, Willow," he said, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and affection for both of them.
"Thank you, Tony," Willow replied, expressing her gratitude as she leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. Turning to her new wife, Willow extended her hand to Faith with an inviting smile. "Care to dance?" she asked, the question carrying an undercurrent of excitement and joy.
Faith's eyes sparkled with a combination of happiness and affection as she accepted Willow's hand. "Absolutely."
The couple gracefully made their way to the dance floor, surrounded by the supportive gazes of friends and family. The music played, a melodic backdrop to their dance, and as they swayed together, the world around them faded into the background.
Their dance was not just a celebration of the union they had just formalized, but a continuation of the rhythm of their shared lives. Willow and Faith moved in harmony, their connection evident in every step, every twirl. The atmosphere was filled with love and warmth, and the joyous laughter of the guests echoed the happiness radiating from the newlyweds.
As the dance continued, Willow and Faith exchanged whispered words, their smiles communicating a language only they could understand.
Streets of Monaco
Faith skillfully navigated the car through the sunlit streets of Monaco, the azure sea stretching out beside them as the motorcade made its way toward the Monaco Historic Grand Prix. In their convoy, they followed Tony's limo, each vehicle a gleaming emblem of the extravagance that Monaco exuded.
Faith, sitting beside Willow in the frontseat, couldn't help but glance toward Tony's limo up ahead. "I bet Dad is complaining about the traffic, despite how close we are," she remarked, her eyes reflecting amusement.
Willow chuckled in agreement. "Very likely. And Pepper is probably wishing Tony wasn't racing tomorrow."
Buffy glanced at Dawn, who was seated in the back with her. "Sounds somewhat like us with Bruce, doesn't it?"
Dawn laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She appreciated the diversion the trip provided for her sister from Buffy's relentless pursuit of solutions for her paralysis.
As they continued along the scenic route, the anticipation for the Grand Prix hung in the air. Monaco, with its opulent grandstand and the iconic Hôtel de Paris in the distance, set the stage for a thrilling race day. The motorcade paraded past the grandstand, drawing the attention of spectators and enthusiasts.
Suddenly, the horn of Tony's limo blasted long and hard, the sound echoing through the narrow streets. The abrupt noise drew irritated glances from the police escort leading the motorcade. Buffy exchanged a bemused look with Dawn, Faith and Willow. "Someone's not happy about the traffic," Buffy remarked, a playful grin on her face.
Dawn, who had been enjoying the lively banter, joined in the laughter. "Looks like Tony's making his presence known."
Hôtel de Paris
When they reached the grand Hôtel de Paris, Buffy expertly changed places with Faith as she prepared to park the car in a designated spot. Meanwhile, Faith and Willow eagerly stepped out of the vehicle, accompanied by Tony and Pepper. The cheers of thousands of race fans enveloped them, creating an electric atmosphere that resonated with the excitement of the event.
Tony, reveling in the adoration of the crowd, took a moment to soak it all in. This day held significant plans for him, a culmination of his passion for racing and the thrill of the Monaco Grand Prix. Turning to find Pepper, he noticed her enjoying the attention from the paparazzi in front of the Hôtel de Paris. A playful grin adorned his face as he approached her.
"Okay, missy, that's enough," Tony teased, taking Pepper's arm and guiding her toward the lobby doors. The onlookers continued to cheer, captivated by the presence of these iconic figures.
Willow and Faith, amused by Tony's remark, exchanged eye rolls before assisting Dawn out of the car and into her wheelchair. As they made their way through the lobby, their anticipation for the race mingled with the glamour of the Monaco setting.
Just as they crossed the lobby, a familiar face appeared. Natalie Rushman, clad in an elegant cocktail dress, greeted them with enthusiasm. "Mr. Stark!" she called out, her energy palpable.
Pepper's giddy smile vanished, replaced by a questioning glare as she rounded on Tony. "When did this happen?" she asked, her tone holding a mix of surprise and irritation.
Tony, maintaining his nonchalant demeanor, responded, "I thought you liked her."
"You are so predictable," Pepper growled, her annoyance evident.
Tony nodded toward a persistent photographer who had followed them into the hotel. "Smile or don't," he remarked, a playful grin on his face. "Right now, you look like a frightened pony. Your nostrils are flaring."
In response to Tony's directive, Natalie, maintaining her composed demeanor, moved close enough to shoo away the intrusive photographer. "C'est bon," she assured them, her presence effectively handling the situation. She took a moment to adjust Tony's tie with a touch of finesse.
As Buffy approached, taking Dawn's wheelchair from Faith, Natalie seized the opportunity to inquire about the recent wedding. "How was the wedding?" she asked, her tone carrying a genuine interest.
"Wonderful," Tony replied, a satisfied smile crossing his face. The celebratory atmosphere continued as they made their way into the bar. Pepper, Buffy, and Dawn, in her wheelchair, formed a trio slightly apart from Faith, Willow, Tony, and Natalie.
Once seated, a waiter promptly appeared, providing a warm welcome. "Bonjour," he greeted, placing drink napkins in front of each of them. "Je peux t'offrir un verre?"
Willow glanced at Dawn, who sat beside Buffy at the end of the table. "Je peux commander pour eux," Dawn offered, showcasing her language skills.
The waiter's eyes lit up with delight. "Oh, vous êtes Monegasque!" he exclaimed, directing his attention entirely to Dawn.
"Non, je ne le suis pas, Monégasque! Je suis Américain," Dawn replied, clarifying her nationality to the waiter.
The waiter, seeming incredulous, protested with a touch of disbelief. "Non-possibile."
Dawn, with a good-natured smile, continued the interaction. "What does everyone want?" she asked, casting a glance at the diverse group.
"Pineapple juice," Pepper promptly replied.
"Mme Potts voudrait du jus d'ananas," Dawn relayed to the waiter, smoothly switching back to French. "Pressé frais s'il vous plaît. Avec un petit eau minérale."
The waiter, now understanding Dawn's preference for fresh pineapple juice with a side of mineral water, nodded in acknowledgment. "Oui. A tout de suite," he replied, expressing his readiness to fulfill the order.
"Wait," Pepper interjected. "Fresh pineapple juice, please. If it comes in a can—"
Dawn nodded in agreement, finishing Pepper's sentence. "That's what I just said."
"With a splash of—" Pepper continued.
"Mineral water," Dawn effortlessly completed Pepper's request, displaying an intuitive understanding of her preferences.
Pepper, surprised and impressed, turned her attention to the younger Summers sister. "How did you know?" she asked, curiosity evident in her expression.
"It's typically the way I drink pineapple juice," Dawn replied with a casual shrug, revealing her familiarity with the nuances of preferred beverage choices.
Natalie, observing the exchange, couldn't help but compliment Dawn. "You know, I have to admit, your accent is quite good, Ms. Summers," she remarked, acknowledging Dawn's linguistic skills with a genuine smile.
"Thank you," Dawn expressed with a gracious smile, acknowledging Natalie's compliment. "I know about seven languages fluently." Her linguistic prowess added an intriguing layer to her already diverse set of skills.
Turning her attention to Tony, Dawn inquired about his drink preferences. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Dad usually drinks a Tom Collins," Faith interjected with a hint of playfulness, preventing Tony from responding.
Tony, with a nod of agreement, confirmed, "What Faith said."
"Et un Tom Collins pour l'homme," Dawn relayed the order to the waiter in flawless French. As Buffy, Willow, and Faith each provided their drink preferences, Dawn efficiently collected the information and conveyed it to the waiter before sending him on his way.
Natalie, orchestrating the evening's plans, interjected with important details. "Breakfast is at 9:30 tomorrow morning," she informed them, pointing out the location of their table.
Tony, ever the nonconformist, quipped, "I'll be there at eleven."
"Of course," Natalie responded without missing a beat, seamlessly adapting to Tony's whims. "Happy will be picking you, Faith, Willow, Buffy, and Dawn all up at ten-thirty," she added, ensuring the smooth coordination of their pre-race festivities.
Natalie, with a practical mindset, glanced over at Buffy and Dawn. "It doesn't make sense to take multiple cars. The limo is big enough to accommodate you all," she suggested, offering a sensible solution to ensure everyone could travel together.
One of Tony's favorite tech entrepreneurs and fellow old-race-car zealots, Elon Musk, emerged from the crowd, catching Pepper's attention. "Mr. Musk," she greeted him with a nod.
"Congratulations on the promotion," Musk offered his congratulations to Pepper before turning his gaze toward Willow and Faith. "And congratulations on your wedding, Ms. Stark," he addressed Faith.
"Thank you," Faith responded with a genuine smile.
Musk then acknowledged Willow for her new role as the new majority shareholder. "And to you for becoming the new majority shareholder, Mrs. Rosenberg-Stark," he said, directing his attention to Willow.
"Thank you," Willow replied, appreciating the recognition.
Tony, always enthusiastic about technology and innovation, chimed in. "Elon, good to see you! These Merlin engines are fantastic."
Acknowledging the compliment, Musk shared a glimpse of his inventive mind. "I have a good idea for an electric jet."
Tony, intrigued by the prospect, playfully pointed a finger at Musk as he and Pepper walked away toward the bar, with Natalie trailing behind. "I like it."
As the trio departed, Faith seized the opportunity to engage her father in a more personal conversation. "How long are you and Pepper going to keep denying you have feelings for each other?" she asked, delving into the unspoken dynamics between Tony and Pepper, a topic that lingered beneath the surface of their interactions.
Faith's question lingered in the air, creating a moment of subtle tension. Tony, however, met it with his trademark nonchalant demeanor, a master at deflecting personal inquiries. He raised an eyebrow, adopting an air of denial that masked any underlying emotions.
"Denying feelings? Faith, you've been watching too many soap operas," Tony quipped, a wry smile playing on his lips. He busied himself with adjusting the cufflinks on his suit, as if the mere act could divert the conversation.
Faith, unfazed by her father's attempt to deflect, crossed her arms and leaned against a nearby railing. "Come on, Dad. I've seen the way you two look at each other. It's practically written in neon lights."
Tony chuckled, maintaining his facade. "Look, Faith, Pepper and I have a great working relationship. That's all there is to it."
Faith rolled her eyes, not buying into her father's denial. "Uh-huh, sure. Great 'working' relationship. Keep telling yourself that, Dad."
It was then that Justin Hammer made a grand entrance, his false bonhomie radiating like a neon sign. "Tony! Faith!" he boomed out, his approach towards the table exuding an air of overconfidence.
"Good God, could it be? It is! My least favorite person on Earth!" Tony retorted, his disdain for Hammer evident. He turned his attention to Faith and Willow, questioning, "What's he doing here?" The newly married couple could only shrug in response.
"You're not the only rich guy with fancy cars," Hammer defended himself, gesturing towards Pepper and then Willow. "I just wanted to pop over and congratulate Ms. Potts on her promotion. And Ms. Rosenberg-Stark for becoming the new owner of Stark Industries," he added, glancing back at Tony. "Mind if I join you at your table?"
"Mind if I get a restraining order first?" Tony shot back with his characteristic wit.
"Justin Hammer?" Buffy chimed in, sizing up the man before her. "As in the owner of Hammer Industries?"
Hammer gave Buffy and Dawn a cursory glance. "And you two must be Buffy and Dawn Summers. Co-owners with Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprises."
"That would be us," Dawn confirmed, meeting Hammer's gaze as he appraised her in her wheelchair.
"You know, we might be able to help you with that," Hammer suggested, motioning towards Dawn's wheelchair-bound condition.
"No thanks," Dawn replied, her tone unwavering. "I would trust both Wayne Enterprises and Stark Industries a heck of a lot more than I would ever trust Hammer Industries."
A plasticine blond appeared next to Hammer, who possessively took her by the arm. "Christine," he greeted her with a proprietary air. To the table, he added, "I believe you know Ms. Everhart."
Faith shot a disdainful look at the reporter who had been a constant presence, seemingly dogging her and her father. "Roughly," she replied, waiting for a reaction from Hammer that never came.
"Mr. Stark, Ms. Stark, Ms. Rosenberg. Lovely to see you all again," Christine greeted the table with a practiced smile.
"It's Mrs. Rosenberg-Stark," Willow corrected, her gaze fixed firmly on the reporter. "Faith and I are newly married."
"By the way," Hammer interjected, turning to Christine as he motioned towards Willow, "this is the big story right here! New owner of Stark Industries. Congrats!"
Christine extended her hand with a trying-not-to-beam expression as she shook hands with Willow. "Yes," she acknowledged. "My editor was hoping I could get a few words with you."
"You should," Hammer encouraged Willow with a sly grin. "Christine is doing a piece on me. I thought I'd throw her a bone."
"I would give her an exclusive on me the day hell freezes over," Willow countered, her determination evident in her stance.
"She did quite a spread on Tony and Faith last year," Pepper chimed in as she rejoined the group, causing Christine's smile to falter. "It was impressive."
After ensuring her subtext was clear, Pepper gracefully peeled off from the group once again. "We'll speak later," she said with a hint of finality. "I need to wash."
A brief silence settled over the remaining members of the group, creating an almost oppressive atmosphere. However, Christine rallied, determined to steer the conversation. "Now that I have you four here," she said brightly, looking from Tony to Faith to Willow and finally to Hammer. "So, is this the first time you've seen each other since the Senate hearing?" She intentionally ignored Buffy and Dawn, who had been discreetly observing the scene.
Meanwhile, sensing an opportunity for investigation, Dawn whispered to Buffy, "Why don't you and I head up to our room?" Buffy nodded in agreement, understanding exactly what Dawn had in mind. As they left the room, Buffy knew Dawn was gearing up for a background check on Christine Everhart, utilizing her laptop connected straight to the computers in the Batcave.
"So," Tony mimicked Christine, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "I hear your contract was canceled, Justin?"
Sensing an opportunity, Christine swiftly produced a sleek digital recorder, holding it discreetly in front of her. "You heard wrong," Hammer retorted, attempting to maintain composure. "It's just on hold."
"As in permanent hold?" Willow seized the moment, her gaze piercing through any semblance of deflection.
"They're doing a casualty report," Faith added with a blunt assessment of the situation.
Hammer dismissed their concerns with a nonchalant wave. "I'm actually hoping to have something to present at your Expo," he said, looking directly at Tony and Faith.
"Great," Tony responded dryly. "We're doing another one in 2033. If you ever invent something that works, I'll save you a spot." With that, Tony, Willow, and Faith gracefully rose from the table, leaving Hammer and Christine behind in the wake of their cutting remarks.
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Dawn sat at the laptop, fingers dancing across the keys with purpose. The soft glow of the screen reflected in her determined eyes as she accessed the Batcomputer. Buffy leaned over her shoulder; curiosity etched across her face.
Dawn navigated through the labyrinth of databases, her expertise evident in the swift strokes and clicks. Lines of code scrolled down the screen like a digital waterfall, revealing the intricate dance between technology and information.
As Christine Everhart's profile materialized on the screen, Dawn's focus intensified. She meticulously combed through the details, cross-referencing data points with an almost uncanny precision. Buffy watched, impressed by Dawn's adeptness with the technological arsenal at their disposal.
"Anything interesting?" Buffy inquired; her eyes fixed on the scrolling information.
Dawn's fingers paused momentarily, and a knowing grin played on her lips. "Oh, very interesting," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "Seems our reporter friend has more layers than she lets on. I'm digging deeper to see what else we can uncover."
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The bathrooms in the Hotel de Paris boasted a lavish spaciousness that enveloped Tony in a sense of ease, providing the perfect setting for a clandestine conversation with Jarvis. With a practiced motion, he slipped a sleek wireless earbud into his right ear, its tiny presence undetectable to any casual observer. Making his way to the stall positioned furthest from the entrance, Tony's movements were precise, every step calculated to maintain the utmost discretion.
Once secluded within the stall's confines, Tony's focus sharpened as he extracted a small pipette from his pocket, deftly drawing a single drop of blood from his fingertip. Holding it aloft, he watched intently as the sensors embedded within his PDA went to work, analyzing the precious sample in a matter of moments.
"Palladium levels stable," Jarvis's voice chimed in promptly, a reassuring presence in the otherwise silent chamber.
Tony's shoulders sagged in a mixture of relief and resignation, the weight of his situation pressing down upon him. "For the moment," he muttered, the words laden with a hint of weariness.
"Should I notify Ms. Faith?" Jarvis inquired, ever diligent in his duties.
Tony hesitated, the thought of troubling his daughter weighed heavily on his mind. After a moment's contemplation, he shook his head, a reluctant decision made. "No need to worry her on the eve of her honeymoon," he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of protectiveness.