<strong>Name: </strong>Tony Stark<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br/><strong>Wherabouts:</strong>The 'lounge' area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tuxedo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg.html)<br/><br/>Clint was quite right.<br/><em>Appearances.</em><br/>Oh Tony Stark did love appearances.<br/>They hid insecurities, they maintained his old public image of playful billionaire.<br/>But above all they hid the hero within from himself. It was odd, everyone loved being the 'hero'. And he liked the fame, the glory, the thrill but part of him hated it. Because despite all he had achieved something inside him ached and made him fear dissapointing the world, his father, his friends but above all himself.<br/>But on a lower less abstract scale he just liked to<em>'perform'</em>. To his mind all was a game. A puzzle. Something to toy with, improve and discard to move onto something more stimulating.<br/>Today was no different...<br/><br/>The music started suddenly. And out of nowhere came a small regiment of classy but attractive waitresses walked in. Each carried a rare and expensive dish and a handful of male waiters carried a specific bottle and a tray with glasses. Most people would never even<em>'see'</em>the quality food and drink on display now.<br/>And just as all of them took up strategic positions for optimal service, the host strolled in almost 'casually'.<br/>Clad in a fine suit, his goatee trimmed and well kept he was the perfect example of the textbook playboy. The way he walked, smiled and acted oozed confidence, bravado and a certain cockyness people would find both charming and annoying simultaneously. Because if there was one thing Stark enjoyed it was complexity. And he did not bother with people that didn't keep up.<br/><br/><strong>"Greetings my heroic friends, comrades, colleagues and..."</strong>he waved casually with his hand and grinned teasingly at Black Widow<strong>"Think I saw you somewhere too. Might have been an assasination attempt. Not that I'd blame you for it."</strong>he said<strong>"...I'd kill myself too".</strong><br/>He stepped forward and moved to a more central location in the room. Moving his hands together he spoke with the calm tone of a performer<strong>"I do apologize for being late..."</strong>his eyes locked intentionally with Banner for a moment<strong>"You know how it goes with us excentric scientists... so easily distracted with food for thought..."</strong>he then turned his gaze over everyone present. Taking a brief moment to make eye contact with each.<br/><strong>"But let us enjoy the evening. There is food and drink enough to feed a small army. So feel free anything your stomach might desire. Odds are good my talented staff will be able to be of service"</strong>he said.<br/><strong>"Later on tonight I have a <em>special</em> surprise for you all"</strong>he smiled mischievously at that. He was either up to no good or up to something pleasant. Might be a little bit of both.<br/><strong>"Gaston... go for it"</strong>he said as he motioned to an older man. The man bowed and a small band began to play at his instruction. It quickly became clear these were not some random party performers but expert musicians of a rare talent.<br/><br/>As he stepped forward to perform his part of gracious host 'mingling' with his fellow superheroes, a little thing bumped into his ankle. He looked down at the little drone wiping away some spilled champagne.<br/><strong>"Tsss what are you doing here little guy..."</strong>he snapped his fingers and the thing beeped in response<strong>"Go join your buddies"</strong>he looked at the smooth white creation which hovered away making a reluctant beeping noise. Somehow even the crude creations of Stark had a little bit of the petulant personality of their creator in them.<br/><br/><br/>