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He honestly thought that he was going to vomit as soon as he heard Tony’s voice. Of course he’d be here to witness the embarrassing moment. He didn’t even want to turn around, but he knew it’d be worse not to. He took a breath and turned around, looking at the man.

"How do you manage to show up at the worst times?" He asked, shaking his head. "I don’t know, because this is where the younger crowd has been, I guess…and before you ask, no, I’m not going through some mid-life crisis.”

"It’s a gift." Tony shrugged a shoulder. 

Younger doesn’t always mean better.” He made a face and looked around. “I came here because it looked packed with people too involved with themselves to notice the people around them. That’s what these bars are best for. I’m going to go though, this isn’t my crowd. You’re more than welcome to join me at the next one though. You can always pretend to know the owner there to impress whoever that would impress.” He teased, but there wasn’t any malice to it. 

He was too tired for that. Besides, he wasn’t about to kick someone when they were down. He grew past that person a couple of years ago.

"Of course it doesn’t always mean better, but it’s good to keep up with the young crowd, I suppose. Especially when you’re involved in any industry involving technology…which is pretty much any industry in this day and age." He ran his fingers back through his hair and shrugged his shoulders. There was no point to him staying here. He’d already made himself look like an idiot. "Sure. I think I should keep to myself, though. I’m not looking to set a record."

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"I know the guy that owns this place." Justin said smugly, talking to some random man, just trying to show off. He was just looking for some attention. Well, positive attention, seeing as he hadn’t had any in a while. He didn’t really care who it was from. The man replied with a laugh, “Do you now?” Justin smirked and nodded his head. “Of course I do.” The man at the bar matched his smirk, “That’s funny, because I am the owner.”

Justin’s face lost it’s color and the smug look upon his face turned to an embarrassed one. He could try to talk himself out of this, or he could save face. He chose the latter and quickly moved away, getting lost in the crowd.

Tony was at the bar, quietly watching the exchange. He shook his head and finished off the soda water he was nursing the entire night. After New York, after the wormhole- the Mandarin and all the horror that went with it, all he wanted was to fade into a crowded bar and try to relax. 

He wore a baseball hat and a hooded sweatshirt, not wanting to stick out too much. The hood was down however, so he could see around him more. Hammer was still Hammer. 

That was almost refreshing. Some things never changed anyone. He sat his empty glass down on the bar and hopped off the stool, wading through the sea of people after his old nemesis. He reached out, tapping the man on the shoulder. 

"Hey! Hammer and Sickle. Why the hell would you pretend to know the owner of this bar? Come on. We both know you can do better.” 

He honestly thought that he was going to vomit as soon as he heard Tony’s voice. Of course he’d be here to witness the embarrassing moment. He didn’t even want to turn around, but he knew it’d be worse not to. He took a breath and turned around, looking at the man.

"How do you manage to show up at the worst times?" He asked, shaking his head. "I don’t know, because this is where the younger crowd has been, I guess…and before you ask, no, I’m not going through some mid-life crisis.”

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abstract-endeavors: ღ. //awkward moments between strangers, ftw.

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"Don’t press charges." That was the only thing he said before he grabbed the woman, and kissed her, just as his ex walked by. It was definitely one of the stupider things he had done.

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"It..it is a little awkward. I don’t either. I’m sorry." He hoped that she wasn’t getting the wrong impression. He could tell that she was somewhat interested in his work. Or maybe him. Not everyone knew much about him past what had happened. The fact that she was interested at all was strange, seeing as he’d been made out to be an enemy. Maybe she was into that sort of thing.

"Like I said, he should be here in a few minutes. Just tell him where. He’s local…not my regular driver but he’s a good guy." Small talk was strange with a person who he wasn’t doing business with.

We — can be awkward together then, I suppose.” she only chuckled lightly; giving his hand a light squeeze. The ginger was very much interested in both him and his work — more-so him. She wouldn’t admit that out loud, but it probably showed at the present moment.

A smile and a nod, “He’ll know the place then — or should.” Jamie replied. She was trying to flirt with him and it probably came off really awkwardly and it made her feel silly. She hated being so naive and awkward sometimes.

"No problem with that." He could tell that she was into him. He assumed for probably all the wrong reasons. After all, she didn’t actually know him. It worried him a bit. He didn’t want to disappoint her. She was nice, though. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they did get to know each other.

"If not, I’m sure you can give him proper directions." He said as the car pulled up. He reached for the door and opened it, "After you." He said, letting go of her hand to allow her in the car.

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Pepper chewed on her tongue, deep in concentration as she picked around the lock. Managing to stick the jam up and pull the cuff apart. “Happy now? You’re welcome,” she told him flatly before managing to pick the one on her own wrist, using mostly her one free hand. “Don’t call me dumb, unless you know what I’m capable of” she told him under her breath as she put the tools back.

"Sure, whatever." He wasn’t going to stick around for high school drama with a superhuman bitch. "Being skilled in some areas doesn’t mean that you aren’t in others." He said simply. "Thanks." Though, he didn’t really mean it. The whole situation was her fault, honestly. "I’m out. Won’t be seeing you."

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"Don’t press charges." That was the only thing he said before he grabbed the woman, and kissed her, just as his ex walked by. It was definitely one of the stupider things he had done.

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Justin shook his head. He had really hoped to avoid that whole mess, but it was inevitable that it would be brought up at some point. “That’s all in the past. Everything is fine now. No troubles.” While that wasn’t completely true, it wasn’t exactly a lie.

"W—what? Oh. Uh, sure." He wasn’t exactly sure why she would want to hold his hand. He even had to look around to make sure his ex wasn’t making a third round. He held out his hand for her. He wasn’t sure why he felt so awkward. "My driver should be here in a few minutes and we can go to whichever Chinese place you’d like."

That’s good then.” Jamie replied simply, before looking toward his hand. Quickly she took a hold of it, clearing her throat; was it weird she wanted to hold his hand? They didn’t even know each-other that long. She remained quiet and nodded to him. She felt very awkward and giddy — and she couldn’t exactly explain why. Actually it was clear to why — because she was here — with him.

Alright.” she managed to finally say. “There’s a nice place downtown I’ve went to a few times.” she blushed, managing to squeeze his hand. She chewed on her lip, before looking toward her feet. “I’m sorry if this is — awkward. I don’t - go out much.”

"It..it is a little awkward. I don’t either. I’m sorry." He hoped that she wasn’t getting the wrong impression. He could tell that she was somewhat interested in his work. Or maybe him. Not everyone knew much about him past what had happened. The fact that she was interested at all was strange, seeing as he’d been made out to be an enemy. Maybe she was into that sort of thing.

"Like I said, he should be here in a few minutes. Just tell him where. He’s local…not my regular driver but he’s a good guy." Small talk was strange with a person who he wasn’t doing business with.

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Pepper let herself into the maintains nice room and scoped out the tool box. Looking at the lock on her wrist, and inspecting it with more knowing than people really gave her, she put the pieces together in her head. Going through the toolbox, she found a small pick and a very narrow screw driver. “Sit, and hold out your wrist” she said softly and motioned to the work bench.

He didn’t bother saying a word. There was no reason to. He sat still and held it out, not as he had much of a choice but to do what she said. He wanted her to hurry, but even he knew that if there was one false move, she’d have to start all over. He’d practiced picking locks in his space time, but never hand cuffs. He assumed they were similar, however. 

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"Whatever" she muttered bitterly as she stepped off the elevator. Not trying to pull his arm out of the socket as much now. It may not have been about her, but Tony was always like a big brother to her, and he always got thrown around in the media, with things no one even had a place telling. He’s done things that go unnoticed, because to him, it made that more special, so people wouldn’t say that he was just doing it for the publicity. He wanted to change lives, he just had an unorthodox way of doing it.

Good. There was silence. It was just what he wanted right now. The quicker they could part ways, the better. Hopefully she knew exactly what she was looking for, because he was not in the mood to fiddle with the lock himself. He probably could have managed with a bobby pin or paper clip, but obviously she wanted to take charge of the situation, so he let her.

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