Going
Finally, the sun. Coming to haunt me for another day.
"Remind me again, why couldn't you guys leave me back at the apartment?" I questioned as Clint swirved the car for the tenth time that hour. "Look, now's not the time to be asking questions." Said Tony dismissively, while tucking the blanket even more to hide me.
The car came to an abrupt stop, and for a moment I could see the problem. People gathered in front of this tall building, holding cameras of all kinds as they snapped like wild beasts, impatiently waiting for us to exit the car. Something I didn't like Idea of at all. Tony made no movements and instead Clint exited the car, pushing through the crowd to get to the door. Silence ascended over us, but not for long. "Your going to have to stay for while. We can't afford to let the press know." He said absently, pulling out his phone and dialing a number. A while. . . My mind mulled over the words eventually shifting into a frown, and slowly the blanket began to fall.
"I can't stay here." I said, glancing between him and the gigantic tower and it's massive problem. He held his hand to me, mouthing 'talk to the hand' while placing the phone to his ear. With a pout I grew impatient while the insane part of my mind began to sooth me, but what he said next was a whole other level of insanity. Not even I could stoop that low. "Pepper, I need you to prepare a guestroom. . ." I lunged at the phone, the blanket being flung from my body. After I managed pry it from his hands I fell chest first onto his lap, managing only to say a few words, ". . . For a dead man."
"Good luck trying with a flatt chest." He scoffed as he fumbled to rip the phone from my grip, to which I threw it backwards, unintentionally smashing the window. The shards fell apart like water, dragging a whole lot of attention. The crowd maneuvered towards the car, being sure to get all the juicy details that entailed. And they sure did. Tony cursed when gasps littered the crowd. The sight, although was not seen by all considering the sheer size of the group the whipsers shared amongst them was enough to cause a spark.
I cringed when I thought of the headlines. Slut Boy In The Lap Of Another Man. It'd probably include some sick twisted comment on the LGBTQ+ group. Mainly the gays. At this point there was no way to cover up, with pictures already taken and with the blanket drenched in glass shards we were doomed. I peaked back at Tony who didn't even think to look back, meaning I goofed up. With a huff he rolls off his blazer and chucks it at my face before opening the car door. Quickly I slip on the over sized blazer and proceed to exit when a misstep causes me to somewhat trip and shuffle my way towards him.