<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/><strong>"Tssss my dear 'Miss Romanov'" </strong>he jested<strong>"What could I possible wish to change. I'm perfect."</strong>he winked<strong>"Or at least I like to pretend I am".</strong><br/><strong>"But here's a New Year's Resolution I think even Cap and I can see eye to eye to" </strong>he took a glass of champagne and lifted up his glass, toasting in the direction of Captain America.<br/><strong>"Let us keep fighting the good fight, watch each others backs and especially ensure nobody of us gets hurts"</strong>he sipped from his glass and then added<strong>"That and maybe stick to a some more projects for longer than the design phase..."</strong>he added more as an afterthought.<br/>He walked closer to the redhaire superspy and eyed her from head to toe, whispering<strong>"Not the first time I've mentioned it"</strong>he said<strong>"But black really is your color"</strong>he complimented her.<br/>Stark and Natasha had a long past of a love-hate friendship. But Stark didn't keep grudges that much, he had mostly moved on past their little bickerings and moral conflicts.<br/>There had been a time he had loathed her. There had been a time he'd been infatuated with her. Life was cyclical like that.