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 Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:51 am
*Rich, handsome, genius, heroic, handsome...no wonder Jennifer wanted another shot at Tony Stark. He's the man that Wallace Wells wants to be when he grows up...if Wallace was rich, brilliant, and straight.
Back in his own universe, Tony waited atop Stark Tower in Manhattan. He had sent Jen a message to meet him there for the start of their date. He slipped a red and gold metal backpack on his back. Jen had a backpack of her own, green and purple, for their date. She just didn't know it yet.*
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 11:55 am
A bird flew overhead and shat on Tony's shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:03 pm
*Tony's suit was made out of Reed Richard's unstable molecules and the bird poo slid right off and hit the ground. Being rich had it's privileges.*
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 6:42 pm
*A SHEILD plane passed by and Jen jumped out landing on the tower. Her impact made a few cracks on the roof.*
Hey Tony, hope I'm not too over dressed, I'm wanting to see as many snazzy places as possible.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 7:13 pm
Not all, my dear.
*Tony brushed his lips against Jen's hand before lifting the metallic green and purple backpack.*
Just put this on and we'll be ready to leave.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 4:59 am
*Jen grabs it and puts it on*
Well, so long as you remember this is a no touchy date. After my latest disasters I'm just having a relationship break. So let's have fun the non-touchy kind.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 1:49 pm
*Tony clutched his chest.*
You wound me, Jen. I never go where I'm not invited. Now..initiate Shulk Mark I.
*At the sound of his voice, Jen's backpack quickly burst open and sheathed her in purple and green armor. Tony also activated his own backpack which covered him a light version of his own armor. He hovered off the roof and looked back at Jen.*
We're due in Rome for lunch in....three hours. The suits can hit over Mach 2. Coming?
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 4:41 pm
*Jen laughed*
Right, so wounded, I'm sure. rolleyes
I was really in the mood for Italian, so this should be good. Now let's see if I got this... SHE-HULK AWAAAY! * Jen blasts up into the air.*
whee
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 5:06 pm
Just no heroics in this armor. It's not made for any heavy lifting.
*The pair of them broke the sound barrier as they headed out over the Atlantic.*
Jen, why did you bid on me? I thought after our last...er...encounter, you wanted nothing to do with me.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 6:07 pm
Well, I saw a chance to get a cheap bid on you and get a great date out of it. Plus it gives you a chance to make it up to me a little though I'm still not forgiving you totally.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:23 am
*Tony sighs theatrically.*
Never has so much been sold for so little...
Jen, I apologize again. I wasn't thinking straight. It won't happen again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 5:53 pm
Oh please, save the drama. The main culprit is the writers so I'm really mad at them, you I can forgive, eventually.
I hope this restaurant is worth all this effort to visit.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 1:37 pm
It's a small cafe in a back alley. In Italy, that makes it wonderful.
*Tony led Jen to small side street and they touched down in Rome.*
Shutdown Shulk Mark I.
*Both sets of armors quickly turned back into the metallic backpacks, leaving their clothes barely rumpled. Tony set off at a brisk pace and they shortly reached a very small cafe in a residential building. They were quickly seated by the friendly homeowner and given menus.*
Did you want me to order for us?
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 3:51 pm
That would be great, my Italian is incredibly rusty.
*She looked at the menu and could only make out spaghetti.* sweatdrop
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