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“Parrington residents 15 miles away.”

“Got it.  Ready exterior speaker system with mp3.”

Even if Tony Stark had never planned on doing something better and more helpful with the suit.  Never let it become a show of power and justice.  There was still something amazing about just flying around in it.  It wasn't piloting a fighter jet, it was BEING the fighter jet.  The information all with in perfect view of his eyes as the helmet also blocked out the very high winds blowing past him and helping drown it out in his MP3 player as it went through Stevie Ray Vaughn's greatest hits.  Something about 'Texas Flood' while flying damn near mach 5 was so relaxing.  

“Alright cue up the mp3 file...”  Tony Stark knew he only had one chance to nail this entrance, sure he was fashionably late, as is traditional with a Stark, but he wasn't going to let it be just another big shiny entrance in just another big shiny car.  Spotting the mansion in the distance heard the guitar riff playing as he stalled just a little, waiting for how long it would go until the key moment having heard the song a billion times before.  Finally he spotted his landing near some paparazzi who were there...

You've been...

Iron Man flipped out of the sky, landing onto a knee to the carpeted driveway.

THUNDERSTUCK!

“Boom!  I make this look easy!”  Tony Stark proudly proclaimed to himself as he stood back upright.  He had the suit deactivate, feeling the parts all detach and pull of him only to compartmentalize into what looked like a rather weird looking briefcase.  All while Tony Stark adjusted the tie on his suit, the same one he wore at C.E.C.  Because frankly it's already had a successful consumers show behind it, probably can help rock the party that helps rock the body too.  Picking up the suit all cased up he tossed it nonchalantly to a valet.  “Watch the paint job on it.”  He absent minded called back to the valet who looked on dumbstruck.

“Hey scuse me Little Green Riding Hood...”  Slipping past the large man Tony Stark quickly made his way in, “Tony Stark has arrived, now we can begin this party proper...”  He was tempted to yell it out.  But the Parrington family had a knack for making their soirees as classy as possible.  So Tony had to be respectful and only say it to himself aloud.  However it didn't take long before he spotted the familiar red head in a white dress.  “Well well well if it isn't the most peppery of pots.”  Tony Stark casually started as he came up behind the young woman.

“Oh God Tony really?  We haven't seen one another in years and that's the [i]first[/i] thing you decide to say?”  Pepper Potts was one of the few people in the world who not only knew Tony inside and out, but was easily able to handle Tony's sarcasm with ease.  “What?  I've been busy trying to run a fortune 500 corporation!  That's a lot of work you know.   You know how many crankity old white men I have to handle on a daily basis?  Quite a bit, and I wouldn't wish that torture on anyone.”  Tony wasn't exactly lying about that last part as it got a smile from Pepper.  “Well it is great to see you, even if its over Victoria and... whatever it is she is and doing these days.”

“Nah nah nah enough about that Pepper, I say its a great night and we enjoy ourselves a little before we go hassle her about the wings and the resurrecting and all that.”  Tony Stark gently held out a hand.  “May I have this dance madam Potts?”  Tony politely asked.  “Why of course Mister Stark.”