| 006 | Action; Locked to Tony Stark | They call me heart breaker

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[So Darcy may have taken more time than usual to get ready for tonight. Tony had promised drinks and bar hopping, and Darcy imagined that some dancing may be involved. So she dressed for the occasion. Also, layers are your friend in the winter. If you get warm, you can always take them off. Darcy was a smart date-dresser. Always thinking ahead.

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[Tony, in an act of complete astonishment, is only a few minutes late. Tony-mun is too lazy to pick what he's wearing, so Darcy-mun can pick whatever she wants in case she wants to put him in something really fabulous. Darcy's already waiting by the time he arrives, and he takes a moment to appreciate her legs in those jeans before he greets her with a grin.]

Hope you're not planning on listening to that the whole time.

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I'll protest all I damn well please if it means saving my ass from her reign of terror. [Tony is painting Pepper in a very bad light, he should probably stop. But it's just so easy.]

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I think you only protest so much because she keeps you in line. [Darcy smirks.

Her heel slides on an icy patch and she inhales sharply to keep from yelping and tightens her hold on his arm.]

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As if I'd admit that to you. [He grins.

Tony tightens his hold on her slightly in response, pulling her closer.] Careful now, wouldn't want to end the night before the fun's even started.

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Oh, you'll soon spill all your secrets to me, Mr. Stark. [Darcy says in a bad Russian accent, mimicking a Bond villain.

Darcy leans against his arm and exhales sharply. Once she's got her footing, she chuckles softly.] You really are a superhero.

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Ah, I knew there was a reason you wanted to go out with me. I'll foil your scheme, villain. [Don't worry, his Sean-Connery-as-Bond accent is just as bad.]

What can I say, I've got a lot of practice. [He doesn't loosen his grip, keeping her pressed against his side as they continue walking.]

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[Darcy can't hold back the snort, which is then followed by ugly laughter.] You need to work on your Connery.

Whatever can I do to repay you? [Darcy asks, batting her lashes up at him for a moment before watching the sidewalk ahead of them for any more patches of ice.]

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Eh, can't be perfect at everything, I guess.

Help me decide what type of car to build so I never have to walk around on foot here again. [Leave it to Tony to be distracted by the possibility of building a sweet car.]

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Yeah, you gotta be terrible at just one thing. So you're more relatable. It's this whole vulnerability thing.

Oooh. A car. Gonna take me for a ride? [Darcy grins, then tilts her head to the side, thinking it over.] I like those new Mini Coopers. Of course, they'll never match up one of the old muscle cars....

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Just pick up a tabloid and you'll find plenty of things I'm terrible at. [He chuckles.] Or maybe not, depends on the tabloid.

A Mini Cooper? [No, Darcy, just no.] Hmm, too bad I can't rebuild my modified Acura. That thing was a beauty.

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I'm afraid to know. [Darcy laughs, shaking her head.]

What? What's wrong with a Mini Cooper? I like them! And why can't you rebuild your Acura? Get the right supplies and equipment, and you can build anything.

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Good thing I'm not in any papers here. Yet.

[He gives her a very pointed look that says everything that's wrong with Mini Coopers.] I can build an Acura, but not my Acura.

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Give it time. Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll be in them before St. Patrick's Day.

[Darcy gives him a very pointed look back. She likes Mini Coopers, rich boy.] Why can't you rebuild your Acura?

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[He grins, chuckling.] We can make it a bet on it, see how it goes.

[Maybe poor people like Mini Coopers, whatever.] My baby's made for combat situations. Completely state of the art. You tell me where I can get my hands on that kind of tech, and I'll be happy to start a new project. [She's got him thinking, though, and he goes silent for a moment, calculations running through his head.]

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And if I win? What'll you give me? [Darcy smirks at him.]

Sorry. I have no idea. I'm lucky my phone plays music or I'd be begging you to make me an iPod out of remote controls and a cigarette case. [Darcy watches his face as he goes quiet and chuckles.]

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Another date? [He laughs.] Naw, what do you want?

Which I could do, just so you know. [And he's zoned out again, still calculating. Darcy needs to snap him out of it if she ever wants to have a regular conversation the rest of the night.]