August 8 - Long
Title: Long
Author: Vashti (tvashti)
Fandom: Iron Man (MCU), BtVS
Character(s): Oz Osbourne, Tony Stark
Rating: FR-7/G
Summary: "That was Tony Stark." "From Stark Industries?" "Yes!" "Huh."
Length: ~825 words
Disclaimer: Only the words are mine, and that’s probably up for philosophical debate.
Notes: AU for BTVS S2E9 "What's My Line Part 1"
Notes2: Again I swear I was shooting for 300 words. I don't know what I'm wearing tomorrow and I have no food for lunch, but I added nearly 600 words in 1.5 hrs. I need help.
Oz looked around the room with its fancy food and fancy -- he sniffed at a couple of the unmarked, open bottles -- non-alcoholic drinks. He hadn't known that Sunnydale High was hiding such nice digs.
He twisted around to look at one of his escorts. Oz felt like he recognized him from somewhere, but couldn’t place the large man. "This was always here?"
"Not so nice, but yeah. It's one of your teachers' lounges."
Oz's eyebrows rose. "One… Hmm." Well. Now he was obligated to stay and explore as a service to the larger student population.
***
Tony watched the video feed from his car. "That's him? You're sure."
"Yes, sir," JARVIS answered from the car's speaker system. "His records match the timeline."
"Yeah, yeah. I know that already." He slid a hand down his face. "The dates all match." He laughed. "The IQ matches."
Happy, his driver and bodyguard, came across the car’s speaker system. "You alright back there, sir?" He was inside with the perspective early SI recruits. Not much need for an arms dealer to have his muscle in a podunk little town like SunnyNoWhere, CA. If there was something in this town he couldn’t take, he didn’t deserve his weapons contracts and he deserved every single one of them.
"Yeah. Sure. I'm fine. Just fine." Leaning forward, Tony snagged the bottle of fine scotch sitting on a drop-down tray just beyond his reach. He topped off the glass sitting by his right hand.
***
Movement caught Oz's eye so he turned from the buffet large enough to feed half the football team towards the door. A dark-haired man strolled into the room with a distinctly alcoholic looking drink in his hand.
"So this is all the talent this school has to offer?" he said to no one in particular. "I think I'm actually surprised."
Oz's nodded -- sort of nodded -- and turned back to the food. The dale was always in need of new teachers, and the new teachers were always…interesting. Except for the nice suite and over-attention to his facial hair, this new guy wasn't anything Oz hadn't encountered before.
He felt the teacher slip in next to him, as if there a line instead of only the two of them. "Hey," Oz said.
"Not much of a talker, huh?"
Oz shook his head, already enjoying the game. "Nah." He really wasn't much of a talker, but he could hold up a conversation when he needed.
"But apparently you are a genius."
"I guess?"
The teacher frowned. "Don't you know why you're here?"
Oz shrugged, adding a shrimpy thing to his plate. "Nope."
"Aaand you don't care."
Oz shrugged again. "Food's good."
The teacher 0chuckled and rolled his eyes. "If I could remember my teen years, I'd probably remember being a walking stomach, too."
"...Huh."
Oz hadn't gotten more than two canapes on his plate when the teacher said, "So. SI. You gonna join their internship program0?"
"Dunno."
".You don't know."
Oz shrugged.
"It's SI. Stark Industries--"
"Oh."
"Oh!" The teacher was clearly indignant. He'd been swirling his glass while talking to Oz, but now it was down on the table as he fiddled with his cufflinks. Surprisingly fancy cufflinks. "What does 'Oh' mean?"
"Didn't know what SI was." Oz glanced at the teacher. "Thanks. Now I know."
It was hard to tell in the dim room, but Oz was pretty sure the teacher was flushed. With anger? That seemed like a bit much.
"You didn't know why you were here. You didn't know what SI stood for. Why are you here, kid?"
Oz shrugged again. "Free lunch for a walking stomach?"
The teacher laughed and took a healthy drink from his glass. "So you gonna do it?" he asked when he brought the glass down. "Gonna join Stark Industries internship program?"
Popping a canape in his mouth, Oz shrugged but said, "Probably not."
"Why?"
.
"Got things to do."
"What things?" the teacher pressed, clearly becoming agitated.
"Music things. School things. Hot Eskimo things."
"I'm sorry, did I hear you say 'hot Eskimo things'?"
Oz popped the second canape in his mouth and nodded.
"So you're just gonna eat their food, listen to their spiel and chase after hot Eskimos."
"Mmm, more or less."
The teacher's chin dropped to his chest and he laughed. "All of this and you don't even care." He lifted his glass towards Oz and toasted him before taking a drink. "Just like you're old man." He turned on his heel and sauntered out the room.
Seconds later, the Eskimo girl wandered in nearly quivering with excitement. "Did you see who that was?!"
"The newest new teacher?"
"No! Although, omigod, can you imagine if he was?" She bounced on her toes and Oz felt his face soften.
"Who was it?" he asked.
"That was Tony Stark. The Tony Stark!"
"From Stark Industries?"
"Yes!"
"Huh."
Fin[ite]
Author: Vashti (tvashti)
Fandom: Iron Man (MCU), BtVS
Character(s): Oz Osbourne, Tony Stark
Rating: FR-7/G
Summary: "That was Tony Stark." "From Stark Industries?" "Yes!" "Huh."
Length: ~825 words
Disclaimer: Only the words are mine, and that’s probably up for philosophical debate.
Notes: AU for BTVS S2E9 "What's My Line Part 1"
Notes2: Again I swear I was shooting for 300 words. I don't know what I'm wearing tomorrow and I have no food for lunch, but I added nearly 600 words in 1.5 hrs. I need help.
Oz looked around the room with its fancy food and fancy -- he sniffed at a couple of the unmarked, open bottles -- non-alcoholic drinks. He hadn't known that Sunnydale High was hiding such nice digs.
He twisted around to look at one of his escorts. Oz felt like he recognized him from somewhere, but couldn’t place the large man. "This was always here?"
"Not so nice, but yeah. It's one of your teachers' lounges."
Oz's eyebrows rose. "One… Hmm." Well. Now he was obligated to stay and explore as a service to the larger student population.
***
Tony watched the video feed from his car. "That's him? You're sure."
"Yes, sir," JARVIS answered from the car's speaker system. "His records match the timeline."
"Yeah, yeah. I know that already." He slid a hand down his face. "The dates all match." He laughed. "The IQ matches."
Happy, his driver and bodyguard, came across the car’s speaker system. "You alright back there, sir?" He was inside with the perspective early SI recruits. Not much need for an arms dealer to have his muscle in a podunk little town like SunnyNoWhere, CA. If there was something in this town he couldn’t take, he didn’t deserve his weapons contracts and he deserved every single one of them.
"Yeah. Sure. I'm fine. Just fine." Leaning forward, Tony snagged the bottle of fine scotch sitting on a drop-down tray just beyond his reach. He topped off the glass sitting by his right hand.
***
Movement caught Oz's eye so he turned from the buffet large enough to feed half the football team towards the door. A dark-haired man strolled into the room with a distinctly alcoholic looking drink in his hand.
"So this is all the talent this school has to offer?" he said to no one in particular. "I think I'm actually surprised."
Oz's nodded -- sort of nodded -- and turned back to the food. The dale was always in need of new teachers, and the new teachers were always…interesting. Except for the nice suite and over-attention to his facial hair, this new guy wasn't anything Oz hadn't encountered before.
He felt the teacher slip in next to him, as if there a line instead of only the two of them. "Hey," Oz said.
"Not much of a talker, huh?"
Oz shook his head, already enjoying the game. "Nah." He really wasn't much of a talker, but he could hold up a conversation when he needed.
"But apparently you are a genius."
"I guess?"
The teacher frowned. "Don't you know why you're here?"
Oz shrugged, adding a shrimpy thing to his plate. "Nope."
"Aaand you don't care."
Oz shrugged again. "Food's good."
The teacher 0chuckled and rolled his eyes. "If I could remember my teen years, I'd probably remember being a walking stomach, too."
"...Huh."
Oz hadn't gotten more than two canapes on his plate when the teacher said, "So. SI. You gonna join their internship program0?"
"Dunno."
".You don't know."
Oz shrugged.
"It's SI. Stark Industries--"
"Oh."
"Oh!" The teacher was clearly indignant. He'd been swirling his glass while talking to Oz, but now it was down on the table as he fiddled with his cufflinks. Surprisingly fancy cufflinks. "What does 'Oh' mean?"
"Didn't know what SI was." Oz glanced at the teacher. "Thanks. Now I know."
It was hard to tell in the dim room, but Oz was pretty sure the teacher was flushed. With anger? That seemed like a bit much.
"You didn't know why you were here. You didn't know what SI stood for. Why are you here, kid?"
Oz shrugged again. "Free lunch for a walking stomach?"
The teacher laughed and took a healthy drink from his glass. "So you gonna do it?" he asked when he brought the glass down. "Gonna join Stark Industries internship program?"
Popping a canape in his mouth, Oz shrugged but said, "Probably not."
"Why?"
.
"Got things to do."
"What things?" the teacher pressed, clearly becoming agitated.
"Music things. School things. Hot Eskimo things."
"I'm sorry, did I hear you say 'hot Eskimo things'?"
Oz popped the second canape in his mouth and nodded.
"So you're just gonna eat their food, listen to their spiel and chase after hot Eskimos."
"Mmm, more or less."
The teacher's chin dropped to his chest and he laughed. "All of this and you don't even care." He lifted his glass towards Oz and toasted him before taking a drink. "Just like you're old man." He turned on his heel and sauntered out the room.
Seconds later, the Eskimo girl wandered in nearly quivering with excitement. "Did you see who that was?!"
"The newest new teacher?"
"No! Although, omigod, can you imagine if he was?" She bounced on her toes and Oz felt his face soften.
"Who was it?" he asked.
"That was Tony Stark. The Tony Stark!"
"From Stark Industries?"
"Yes!"
"Huh."
Fin[ite]