Little Red.... VW [Tony/Georgia - Friday]

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony had to admit that he actually enjoyed his lunches out with Steve, but then the guy was alright when he wasn't being a tight ass about missions and life or death situations. It was also fun to slowly introduce (or re-introduce in some cases) him to all the culinary wonders of the city. The possibilities had opened up to now that the other man had a more business attire instead of the construction worker mystique. Even so, today had been a stop to Ray's Pizza, which Tony stubbornly still liked despite the emotional angst it tried to carry with it.

He pulled back into the garage on one of his motorcycles. He hopped off and started to head towards the elevator when the VW bug caught his attention. "Oh, you're new," he said as he changed trajectory. "Or well, not new. But it's still nice to meet you."

Walking around the car, he gave it a once over before going to crouch down at the back of the car. "Haven't gotten to work on one of you in awhile," he said as he popped the 'trunk' so he could take a look at the engine. "Let's see what year you are. And try not to get intimidated. I'm sure you've managed a whole lot more miles than any of these fancy cars here, even if you aren't nearly as speedy."

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[georgia_potts]

After Ginny showed her the suite that she could use during her stay, Georgia left her purse and laptop bag on the bed. She still had things to unload from Siggy, and that gave her a chance to get some time to herself. Things with Ginny hadn't been completely awkward, but Georgia was more of an introvert than not, and social situations of any kind usually had her skin crawling after a while. She hadn't always been like that, able to remember slumber parties in grade school and parties with friends, but she'd become withdrawn after everything that happened with Johnny Lee. She couldn't let anyone get close, not when there had been so much at risk.

Georgia shook her head as she stepped off the elevator. It was all water under a bridge now. Her mom was gone now, and the secret had died with her since Georgia didn't plan on telling anyone what happened back then. Still, it was nice getting time alone again even if she'd only spent an hour or so with Ginny. Unloading the car would be a good distraction from everything in her head right now.

When she approached her car, she saw someone messing with the engine. She looked around and saw plenty of cameras as well as the Scowly Guard still in his windowed box. It was a man judging by the ass, and she told herself not to panic because there was no way the Ramirez brothers could have tracked her here of all places or been able to get past security to mess with her car. Still, she was tempted to kick first and ask questions later.

"I do hope you have a valid reason for tinkering with my engine. After all, it isn't polite to look under his hood with permission from his mistress."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony held his hands above his head and wiggled his fingers to show they had no tools in them. "Looking, not tinkering," he pointed out. "Just getting to know... him. And he is a lucky boy. Or well, as lucky as a Beetle can get. Getting the max out of that little 4 cylinder engine. Has nothing on the big boys or the palladium powered engines we have, but it'll get you down the autobahn and won't strand you anywhere."

He gave it one last look before rocking back on his heels and looking up at the redhead with a raised eyebrow. "1971?"

[georgia_potts]

"Yes, him. I don't agree with the generalized view that an automobile automatically has a female gender identity. In my experience, it's men who are often unreliable and breaking down constantly," Georgia said with a slight smirk, raising her eyebrow to match his. "1500. Dollars, that is. I looked at the price, not the year. I have no idea what year he is. The local garage could fix him when he broke, and that's what mattered outside of the price. So, you're Ginny's Stark. I'm Georgia."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Well, by that logic, even more reason for your little bug to be female," Tony pointed out as he closed the engine door before pushing himself to his feet. "I'll write up a chart. Which cars are female and which are male based on reliability. It'll revolutionize marketing and how people buy cars." He pat the back of the VW. "Although you picked well with your criteria. Easy to fix. Even easier to customize."

He couldn't help tilting his head to the side a moment in confusion before putting the names together. Right, Virginia, Ginny. "And you're the sister." He managed to hold his tongue before the comment about Potts' genes being solid slipped out. Pepper had said to just be himself, but he had a feeling that the default flirting wouldn't help this situation. "Tony. Not that there are many Starks around. Have you had the tour already?"

[georgia_potts]

"I'm sure whatever chart you created would lead to a dip in stock prices, so I'd suggest shelving the idea. People get prissy when you try to revolutionize them too much. Considering the time we're in and the fact that many are still not accepting of different races, cultures, sexuality or religion, I think there are bigger problems to focus on than the gender of cars," Georgia mused. From what she'd read about Stark, he probably could generate some marketing change if he tried.

"Yes, I'm the sister. No, I haven't had a tour. Virginia showed me the common area kitchen and living space before she took me upstairs to the guest suite. I came down to start unpacking Siggy," she said. "Is this parking space fine? I didn't want to ask Scowly if there was somewhere specific to park."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony laughed as he shook his head. "Me buying bagels at the place down the street can lead to a dip in stocks." Holding up his hands, he blew out a sigh. "And you are hard core serious. Joke. Even if doing that would likely open up a whole lot of dialogue about gender and sexism. Especially if all those marketing campaigns decided to pull colors into the mess."

Glancing around the garage, he shrugged. "You can park wherever you like." He held up a finger. "As long as it is actually a parking spot. And you don't hit any of the cars of motorcycles. Especially that one." He pointed towards Natasha's bike. "Belongs to a master assassin. I wouldn't want to see what she'd do if it go scratched." He glanced at the car. "So, you need help carrying things up or would you like a tour first? We can always get someone to cart all your stuff up."

[georgia_potts]

Georgia arched a brow and studied Stark. He talked a lot, and she hadn't yet determined whether it was because he liked hearing his own voice, if he actually had something to say, or if it was some type of defense mechanism where he said so much that no one having a conversation with him would know exactly what he thought. "I'll avoid hitting any other vehicles. I'm aware that you share residence with powerful people."

At his question, she considered her response. She wanted to get her stuff inside, take a shower, and maybe look into finding a way to email Denise without being traced. But she had told Ginny that she'd give Stark a chance, and this might be the only time she had to analyze him. "A tour would be good. I have a couple of weeks until work starts, so I'd like to know the areas that I can go into and what's off limits."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Speaking of, don't be too surprised if you come down to your car one night and there are giant goats roaming about," Tony said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Asgardian customs. Always interesting. Considering the other animals they're letting in, who knows how long they'll resist the goats."

He nodded before led the way to the elevator. "Rule number one of Stark Tower: if you want it, we likely have it." He smirked. "Rule two: only thing that's really off limits is the lab." He made a face. "And I suppose other people's private quarters. Likely best to be careful around the shooting ranges as well."

[georgia_potts]

"Goats?" Georgia repeated slowly. "I think that would give me more incentive to use the subway while I'm staying here. I'm not very good with living creatures outside of work related situations. So unless the goats need therapy, I think I'll avoid them."

After his explanation, she snorted. "Should I call you Dumbledore then? Seeing as Stark Tower is obviously the Room of Requirement on steroids," she mused. "There's a shooting range? Do we reserve time to use it? I've noticed the cameras. What's the security here like? Can just anyone access this garage or the living quarters upstairs?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Considering what we're learning of Asgard, there is a high likelihood they might need therapy." Tony snorted. "Dumbledore has nothing on me. For one, I'm much better at falling off of towers. I have that whole surviving thing checked off after all."

He couldn't help eyeing Georgia as he got into the elevator and he pushed the floor for the pool. "We haven't really set up a sign up sheet. I'd talk to Agent Romanoff or Agent Hill about getting access though. I'm not sure how particular they are about the weapons there." He rolled his eyes. "The security is top of the line. Only residents and guests are allowed in the garage and living quarters. Nobody gets in here without us knowing about it." He did know a few people who could sneak in, but they were all under SHIELD's watch and more of an annoyance than anything else.

[georgia_potts]

Georgia made note of the names so she could speak with one of them about getting access to the range. She had a license and a simple handgun for protection, but it had been a while since she'd taken time to have shooting practice. With everything that had happened in San Francisco, it would be smart to make sure her aim was still true.

"That's what I thought," she said, nodding when he discussed the security. Good. She didn't honestly expect the Ramirez brothers to search for her after she disappeared, but she had to listen to Denise and be cautious. "This elevator is private for the residents and guests, isn't it? I noticed that no one else got on during my two trips in it."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Most of the time," Tony said as he wrinkled his nose. "We had a few incidents of construction workers using the wrong elevators before the battle, but that's been fixed."

Looking over at Georgia, he narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied her. "The security is better than anything you'll find at a hostel, that's for sure. Although, if you don't believe me, I could always cross reference and send you a comparison."

[georgia_potts]

Georgia thought about it before she shook her head once. "That won't be necessary. There is a different type of security at a hostel mostly because there isn't so much risk there. It's not like a hostel is a multi-level tower full of technology and wealth, after all."

"Where are we going on this tour of yours?" she asked as they entered the elevator. "Virginia told me that there's still construction happening on some of the floors. Residential or professional areas?"