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the formal (icon of hell optional)

WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like

There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

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She managed another laugh, thankful that she had at least some grace naturally instilled in her - it was by that alone that she managed to not trip over herself, her dress, or even worse; him. She allowed her hand to rest a bit more relaxed on his shoulder than before.

"Peter is... concerned about things of late. I do not wish to bother him more than I already have." her words nearly trailed off at the end of her sentence.

Tony had to admit that while Raven wasn't experienced at this, she was moving gracefully, and she was certainly a more than adequate dance partner for the song.

"Of course he is," he said, his voice dropping into something of a bland overtone. "After all, the man who made his life a living hell showed up," he admitted, directing the self-deprication at himself. Not that he really minded being so universally disliked. He had done what he had to, and those who didn't accept it, didn't matter in the long run to him. They wouldn't help him out when the time came anyways.

She managed to laugh at his words, despite the tone in which they were said - giving a very light shrug as she continued to dance with him.
"And here I had thought that I was alone in the running for that title," she raised an eyebrow up at him, briefly curious as to what he had been talking about, but deciding not to push such a topic. "What with my attempts to lure him into a relationship when he was already married. Giving myself some credit that I did not know, however I adequately made him uncomfortable."

She gave another light shrug, sighing softly, "C'est la vie."

Tony shook his head. "You have no idea how complicated everything is," he mentioned lightly. "Give Peter time," he added as he swung her around.

"Trust me, I'm pretty sure if Tony Stark doesn't draw eyes and cause a few attacks, then Iron Man will," he added with a chuckle. He was infinitely glad that he hadn't seen his wayward armor yet. It gave him time, which was something he desperately needed to prepare. Not that he didn't have plans for the situation, of course.

Complicated? Time? ...
She tried not to dwell on that as she nearly fumbled over the dance steps, however managing to catch herself properly and resume her graceful stature.

"Well I do not doubt that, however it seems everyone is in the spotlight for some sort of attack, regardless of the size." she allowed herself to draw a little closer to him, lowering the volume of her voice. "But perhaps you do have it a bit worse than us others - how have you been holding up in that regard?"

Tony noted the lapse in grace, and adjusted, slowing a small amount to allow her to catch up before resuming his dance with her.

"No worse for wear," he said simply, a smirk curling across his face. "Things are certainly...terse in the mansion, but other than that, I can't complain," he said simply. He was living in a mansion with the man who he had inadvertently killed. There were far too many things wrong with that, but until he and Steve actually took the time to air out everything, it would remain that terse, uncomfortable situation. However, Tony could live with that. At least he hadn't been staying in the MAC.

"Well I am happy to hear that things are going quite well, then." she flashed him a genuinely sweet smile. "I had found myself quite worried about you for awhile, it had almost been an entire week since we had spoken."

The longer they danced, the more she became adjusted to the steps he was leading her in - she found herself no loner having to think about where she was stepping in order to keep up with him.
"Given that was the week of the attacks, I am sure you were quite busy, as the rest of us were."

Tony shrugged. "Well, I'm not able to do much, but I try to help when I can," he said with a slight shrug. "Its going to still be a few weeks before I can actually get out and fight like everyone else," he admitted with a small shrug. Really, that was a generous guess, if he were honest with himself, but he was willing to make the attempt to build a suit in that time.

Before, the suit he had used with his Extremis had been an experimental suit that had already been built. He had spent close to over a year on the mechanics, if not longer, and it was going to take quite a while to get it done. "I'm touched you worried about me," he said sincerely. If he had died here, he doubted that it would have made much impact, although he was quite certain that things were falling apart back home.

"You sound quite a bit like me - I had spent those long days at a healer's station relieving pain." the hand on his shoulder shifted enough for him to see she was lifting up a finger, to stress her following point, "Just the pain, as it's, of course, all I am able to do. I felt rather useless at the times when the injuries were quite severe. But I did my best."

She furrowed her brow slightly though, despite how pleasant the conversation was going.
"Emotionally, though, taking only yourself into consideration... how are you holding up?" a brief pause, "That is what I truly worry about - I apologize if it is too forward."

Tony brought a hand up, and waved it dismissively. "Emotionally?" he questioned. Tony, of course, had emotions, it wasn't like he was a robot like his armor, of course. "Just fine, I suppose," he replied airily as he spun her once again. "I don't think there's much I can actually complain about," he said simply, a smirk lifting up on his face.

Really, Tony wasn't one to actually discuss emotions, or really anything more than a need-to-know basis. It probably got him into far more trouble than it should.

Despite how she had been acting before, this spin was met with only a soft, peaceful smile as she draws closer to him once more. "I see." she knew better than to push the subject when someone put up a wall of any sort.

"You must excuse me for asking, being one with empathic powers, emotions tend to take on an entirely new dimension of importance."

Tony shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it, I understand how important they would be if that's where your abilities are grounded in," he said simply. "After all, if I landed in a world without computers, I'm pretty sure I'd be pretty miserable," he said with amusement as he swayed once again, perfectly in time with the music.

"One would imagine." she laughed gently, her face lighting up a bit - another individual with a charming wit, she briefly wondered if this was a trait of most the men that Peter 'worked' with. All those connected with her own team were either too young to hold a proper conversation, or were so deeply ridden with angst that they would forget to smile.

"Do let me know if something does come up? I am here to listen."

"I'm sure you'll be the first I would go to," he said with a charming smile as he slowly spun her around on the floor. Tony Stark was a man who had spent far too many years working in the business world, which meant that emotions weren't exactly priority. His time as an Avenger had done some work on reducing those barriers, but at his heart, Tony Stark would always be a man within his own head, especially now that he had the Extremis.

As they danced she raised an eyebrow up at him momentarily, a soft smirk crossing her lips as she looked directly into his eyes. As she spoke the single word, there was humor filling the entirety of her tone, "Liar."

Tony couldn't help but chuckle to himself as they danced. "Alright, alright, you caught me," he said with a smirk, dipping her again.

As he lifted her from the dipping motion, she laughed, her hair falling back around her shoulders softly. It was cut short only by the soft sound of applause around them - the band had finished their song.

She turned only slightly to applaud them herself before looking up at Tony, the slightest of tinged color creeping to her cheeks.
"Thank you for dancing with me, Tony - it has lifted my spirits. I needed it."

He smiled calmly. "You're very welcome, Raven. Perhaps I can coax you back out later, you're a good partner," he said with a smile, starting to lead her away from the floor.

"I'm sure you need to continue with your mingling," he said with a smile, letting go of her hand slowly. "I think after that dance, I'm a bit thirsty."

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