What happens in Vegas never really stays in Vegas.

[taser_warrior]

After a few more seriously awkward phone calls, promised explanations, finding pants and checking out of the hotel lobby she was in a car driving to the airport with Tony. She hadn't honestly expected to actually escape for awhile but considering how bat shit the press was apparently going back in New York over the world's most eligible bachelor

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[nottheworsthing]

When it came to being harassed by the paparazzi, Tony was a man of wide and varied experience. But even he had been taken aback by the media circus which had literally sprung up overnight around their unexpected marriage. Apparently getting hitched was a bigger story than being Iron Man. What the hell, America? Really? His phone went off, the opening notes of Sweet Child o' Mine filling the car. He spared it a brief glance before electing to ignore it; the caller gave up before the drums came in.

"So," he said. "Pick a country, any country. Paris is nice but it's kind of a cliche. Greece is nice this time of year. Shame about the riots though." In the background his phone rang again: Queen's Hammer to Fall this time, indicating that someone had finally shown Thor how to use the cell phone SHIELD had given him. Tony stared warily at it for a few lines before very carefully picking it up and turning it off.

[nottheworsthing]

"Yeah." He gave a bemused sort of headshake. "I was gonna say, 'since when does this even happen in real life', but...yeah, there was the whole alien invasion thing. That happened."

[taser_warrior]

"Stupid aliens." Grabbing his hand she set it in front of her and played with the ring, hoping some sort of tactile familiarization with it will help her feel less like she's about to wake up on a crazy bender.

[ooc:looooook.]

[nottheworsthing]

"Tell me about it." He stared down at their hands and the ring, the slightly terrifying thought of this is real slowly percolating at the back of his mind. "Um. Feeling...less chill. Possible freakout coming on."

[ooc: .....what the ever loving fuck did I just see]

[taser_warrior]

"Join me in the freaking the fuck out Tony, we deserve it. Because I mean fuck." She drops his hand and stares at him, kind of glad it may finally be somewhat cemented in his mind.

[ooc: I like to pretend it's Bruce high as fuck standing in front of a wind machine. Also I'll get to the weather thread soon XD I'm doing laundry and fighting my younger brother.]

[nottheworsthing]

"Yeah. Definitely feeling a freakout coming on." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "I mean, no offense. Coulda been worse. I coulda woken up married to Steve or something."

[ooc: Absolutely cool. Putting younger siblings in their place takes priority, always]

[taser_warrior]

"None taken, and I'm not even going to think about who I could've married."

[nottheworsthing]

Tony smirked. "Or you coulda married Steve," he continued cheerfully, "And he'd be doing the blushing virgin thing - only not so much by then, I guess - and trying to apologize to you at the same time."

[taser_warrior]

"If I managed to marry Steve in Vegas I think I could officially retire or take over the world, before someone tracked me down for shacking up with him. I could have married each both of you, there's places for that." That...that was just if something like that ever went down Darcy mat have keeled over on the spot.

[nottheworsthing]

Tony considered this possibility from a few different angles. "...I'm up for it. You might have a harder time convincing Captain Anachronism though."

[taser_warrior]

"Tony I am not entering a polyamourous marriage with you and Steve. I'd rather not give my dear mother a heart attack because I married you and her childhood hero."

[nottheworsthing]

Sigh. "I guess." He scratched his chin contemplatively. "...is a random threesome out of the question?"

[taser_warrior]

"Oh my god." She pushed him lightly, "let's just get used to this Mr. and Mrs. vegas thing first."

[nottheworsthing]

With great irony and a mock long-suffering sigh; "Yes dear."

[taser_warrior]

"You brat." Glancing at the window as their ride slows to a stop Darcy turns back to Tony, "We are so planning our speech for when we get back."

[nottheworsthing]

"That's me," he agreed amiably. He cast a faintly suspicious sideways glance at her. "We have to give a speech now too?"