Tony, freshly groomed and humming a cheerful tune, was about to head out on a date. He had meticulously prepared a romantic candlelit dinner. Lately, he had been busy designing the Ultron Program and had somewhat neglected Pepper, who managed the company.
As New York's number-one playboy, Stark had spent years among beautiful women. Of course, unlike the hopelessly unromantic bookworm Reed, he would not ignore a girlfriend full of resentment and devote himself entirely to research. Honestly, it was a miracle Susan had not kicked Mister Fantastic to the curb yet.
"Sean really has no sense of responsibility. He actually went off to Japan to have fun... I'm not jealous at all. Compared to my old life of drinking and partying, I prefer this fulfilling feeling now—okay! I miss the bikini girls in Hawaii!"
Tony stood before the mirror tying his tie. A burgundy shirt paired with an expensive custom-tailored suit, along with a pair of sunglasses, restored his former flair.
"Sir, Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. is calling." Jarvis's distinctly British voice rang out.
"Tell him I'm not here... What perfect timing. Even if the president wanted to see me, he'd have to wait until tomorrow." Tony curled his lip. He had no desire to deal with those people from S.H.I.E.L.D.
The Sky Carrier and antigravity technology had already been handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D. His duties as a scientific consultant were fully complete; as for any other missions, that depended on his mood.
"I'm not one of Fury's errand boys. Unless it's the end of the world, nobody is ruining my romantic date." Tony muttered under his breath.
"Sir, Miss Potts is calling." Jarvis's voice sounded again.
"Wow, Little Pepper can't wait to go on a date with me?" Tony eagerly accepted the call. "Pepper, I'll be there soon.