What is the point of a fucking window if you can’t throw yourself out of it?
It was as horribly staged as Stephen had feared it to be. Everyone was wearing their black stupid suits and their ties and their polished shoes while they probably had locked themselves away at home, having a quicky with their maid as their wives gave a blowjob to the butler. He wanted to tell the old men that their hair didn’t become fuller if they combed the remaining twenty hairs over the bald middle of their heads and he also was desperate to let the women know that their lips still wouldn’t be able to act as their airbags, no matter how much they’d get them enlarged.
“Could you do me a favor, Christine?”
The doctor on his side looked up at him with raised brows.
“Could you shoot me in the head? In a way that not even I could reverse the damage?”
She grinned.
“Theoretically? Yes. Practically? Shut up.”
He led her to the bar and ordered her a Martini and himself a Whiskey.
“Pizza Hut or Papa Joe’s after this?”
She just shook her head.
“Unbelievable. You make me come here and then you won’t even take me out for a proper pizza.”
“Fine. Domino’s then.”
She suppressed a laugh.
“Oh god.”
“What?”
She followed his stare and her eyes fell on Tony Stark. And he looked amazing. Perfectly fitted suit, muscular, goatee on point, hair perfectly styled-
“Bitch is short.” Stephen remarked with furrowed brows.
“Bitch is good looking though. He’d be a good height for you. Theoretically of course.” She joked.
“He saw you. Look away. Quick. Look. Away.”
Christine quickly did but out of her side vision saw the playboy approach them.
“He’s coming. He’s almost here. He smiles. God, he has a nice smile.”
“You’re my fucking date. Stop. You demand a ring, yet you go crazy for-“
Stephen looked to his right and there he was, smiling at him.
“Tony Stark. But you know that.”
He gave the doctor his hand and shook it.
“And you are the gorgeous Christine Palmer. Pleasure meeting you.”
Christine smiled and quickly shook his hand.
“It is my pleasure. Beautiful place.”
“Yes, isn’t it?” Stark grinned. “Worthy for a hero.”
“For a rich kid.” Stephen smiled at him.
“Well, yes. That too.” The billionaire smiled back.
“But first and foremost the savior of this generation.”
“Excuse me?” Stephen put his head to the side. “
"Oh, uhm, I think I saw someone over there. I’ll be right back, Steph.”
Christine took her glass, patted Stephen’s shoulder and walked into the masses. And in that moment she deserved nothing but Chuck e Cheese after this was over.
“Listen, I am really amazed by your work. And I think it could be really useful when it comes to medicine.”
Stark took the Whiskey out of Stephen’s hand and took a sip. The doctor just stood there with an open mouth and his hand still holding the invisible glass.
“Well, yes. I’ve- been working on this technique for a long time.”
Stark looked him up and down and for some weird reason, Strange didn’t mind it right now.
“And apparently you don’t earn bad money by working on it.”
“Yes, well, not only a costume of metal can lead one to great success. Don’t get me wrong, you took cosplay to a whole new level, but I took the entirety of international medicine to a new level.”
Tony chuckled.
“Believe it or not, I like you. You’re up my alley. We'd be a great team.” What the bloody hell was that supposed to mean?!
“I’m not your Robin.”
The other bit his lip with a big smile.
“Are you implying that I’m Bruce Wayne?”
Stephen looked around the room.
“I can only say that if Heath Ledger and his companions came in now to kill someone, I’d gladly take Rachel Dawes’ spot. Looking at the people I’m apparently a part of, I’d gladly throw myself out of that window.”
Stark looked at his huge window front with an even bigger grin.
“First of all, yes. You’d take Rachel’s spot because they really were looking for the prettiest girl in the room and second- bullet prove windows. Unfortunately you couldn’t jump out there."
Stephen took his Whiskey back out of Tony’s hand and took a sip now himself.
“Then answer me this, genius: What is the point of a fucking window if you can’t throw yourself out of it?”