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Every hero movie needs a party

WHO: Anyone and everyone
WHERE: Some Ballroom
WHAT: PARTAY! AKA the Fundraiser Padme is throwing to raise money for Tony's philanthropic oopsie
WHEN: mid-April
WARNINGS: Nothing in general. Potential for villain violence.

((ooc: This is a general mingle post. Go forth and do whatever you want! I've set the scene for the party but what you do in it is up to you! Want to party and schmooze with some rich folks? Go for it! Want to be a bad guy and try to steal shit from under said rich people's noses? Fabulous! Want to be a hero and stop said bad guys. Awesome! Want to brood and sulk like the dark angsty DC character you've always wanted to be? You do you, boo. Go forth and have fun!))

Maybe you're well to do in the city. Maybe you just know a guy who knows a guy. Or maybe you just have the right connections and heard it through the grapevine. One way or another, you've heard about the party of the month. Padme Naberrie Amidala, on behalf of the Stark Industries Board of Directors, has planned the finest fundraising event of her career to help pay for the new wing on the children's hospital... And maybe some starving children Tony wants to save.

Arrival

The entrance sets the stage for the whole event. Lit posts leading up to a wide circular doorway. The red carpet from the sidewalk is lined with paparazzi looking to snap some primo pictures of the attendees. Pose for the cameras, mingle, or just grab a drink from one of the waitstaff as you head inside.

Dinner is Served

The tables are set with fine place settings and beautiful center pieces. Most of the room is decked out in black and white, so as to not draw attention to the lovely colored gowns worn by many of the attendees. The gourmet meal has several options to satisfy everyone. The deserts are even more elaborate. Grab a bite and socialize. Or steal a seat or a plate when no one's looking. I'm not the boss of you.

Time to Socialize

There might not be a formal dance floor but the string quintet is playing some lovely music while the guests mingle. Now's the time to grab a glass of champagne or something from the bar. Snag some fancy looking hors d'oeuvres from a wandering server and spend time with your fellow citizens of this fine city.

Auction!

It is a fundraiser, after all. Aside from the cost to get in (unless you're a filthy freeloader who snuck in the back door), there is also a silent auction set up for attendees. But there are no gift baskets or wreathes in this auction. Nay, my friends. There is a reason there are guards at the door. This auction includes such things as Rolex watches, diamond necklaces, ski trips to the Andes and other fancy rich people things.

But the cherry on top is Tony Stark's contribution. A car that mysterious billionaire Din Djarin is rumored to have his eye on. The car has somehow been brought into the event and is on display for anyone to admire. But remember, that car did belong to Tony Stark, so none of you villains even think about trying to steal it!

The Bar

Every formal event has to have a bar for people tired of champagne or those who just want to be antisocial and run away for a while. Does this really need any more description than that?

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In Tony's estimation, and Tony's math was always right, he had been incredibly well behaved all evening without anyone in his periphery that he was trying to gain the attention of by acting out. That left Padme alone with his backlog of unspent energy, and she had the audacity to provoke it. He raised his eyebrows in a glittering disbelief, and started to nod dismissively as he hopped on one foot to tug his sock off, yeah, yeah, you definitely wouldn't do that, or maybe, like I would do that to you. And maybe he wouldn't, if she hadn't smiled at his first offer and smirked at him now, but Padme was only allowed a moment to straighten to her feet before Tony was giving her shoulder a decisive shove.

Oh no. She knew that look... at least she thought she did. She also didn't trust that look. "Oh no. Nooo, no, don't you dare!" She'd been joking before but she shook her head, giving him a warning look as she stands.

Then he shoved her and it was all over. She gasped as she lost her balance. True to her word, she grabbed hold of Tony's wrist and pulled, yanking him into the water right with her.

Padme did warn him, always incredibly fair, she was, but Tony still went, "No!" at the grab with a hysterical giggle that seemed to bounce off of the glass and tiled walls. He grabbed back, both hands around hers, but she was much more dense than she looked and easier to pick up in the armor, and when Tony wasn't sliding on one treacherously socked foot on the smooth floor. His bouncing laugh was punctuated by a splash of finality as they both hit the pool, throwing water up across the deck and with a crash over that disappearing edge against the skyline.

Tony had done his best to pitch to the side so they weren't colliding in the riot of the water, but kept hold of Padme's hand as he found his way back to the surface to make sure she was still with him and none of the kicking in the water had been at her expense. "Okay?" was his first breath, pushing her ruined hairdo up out of her face with another bubbling laugh.

Yeah, just try to fight the Queen of Thunder's grip, Tony. You'll lose.

She breaks the surface of the water with a laugh. Her skirts tangled around her legs, but she managed to tread water well enough. Nodding, she tried to give him a stern look but she couldn't find it in her. The entire situation was too utterly ridiculous. "You're terrible!" She laughed.

The broken hard expression, all the less convincing in Padme's drowned state, made it much more difficult to stop from snickering again while Tony winced away like he thought she might lash out at him with the accusation. He cut it off with a sharp gasp, paddling back toward the edge of the pool where he could get a hand on the wall to properly made his argument, "You pulled me. I was trying to help!" It would certainly make for a difficult case in court, dismissed out of hand, so Tony looked far too confident about this version of events as he continued, "And you missed the hot tub."

"Help?" Padme looked shocked for a moment. "How are you trying to help beyond ruining my dress, hair, and makeup?"

She swam towards him, though it was less graceful than she would have liked. The skirts of her dress were beautiful, but a bit of a liability in the water. She pressed her hand to the wall and shook her head at him. "It's a bit difficult to aim when you're being pushed. But we're in the water, now what?" She arched an eyebrow at him. Did he have any thoughts beyond that?

"You don't need all those," Tony assured her like that was the reason all along, figuring out very quickly that his jacket might have been restrictive in the water, but much more difficult to try to strip off than struggling through it. By the time Padme made it over to him, he had managed to prop his elbows up on the edge of the pool, only kicking idly to keep above the water, free to cock his head thoughtfully and really consider how much of this he had planned for and what the next step was supposed to be. "Ideally, you fall helplessly in love with me," he concluded.

Of course she didn't need them... But they were important while in polite society.

His answer surprised her. She'd honestly never thought of Tony that way. Certainly he was handsome, generous, and intelligent, but he also drove her completely crazy. There was also the possibility that he was teasing her or leading her on. She tilted her head, mirroring him as she drifted a little closer in the water. "Oh? And what then? Would you leave me with hopeless unrequited love?"

Getting curious surprise and not outright laughter, or at least a roll of the eyes, had Tony slowing his kicking to sink down into the water slightly as he watched Padme, dangling fingers tracing restlessly over the rippling surface. "Not right away," he replied with a chuckle that left him with a fangy smirk. "We'd have at least tonight where we stopped thinking about the party or the cleanup, or the phone calls that are going to be rolling in in the morning."

Padme kept one hand on the edge of the pool, mostly to help keep herself afloat in case her skirts tangle around her legs too much. The red fabric drifts around her, looking almost ethereal.

That smirk of his always spoke of mischief. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Bucky telling her to relax, but for once she actually found herself curious. "Ah, I see. So it would be a temporary love affair."

There was no way Tony hadn't tested Padme's boundaries like this before, though he had also never thrown her in a pool and couldn't really know how she would react to that. It still left him eyeing her with some suspicion, assuming this had to be her testing him back, like a game of chicken that he wasn't entirely sure he could win for once as he let his focus wander along a strand of her hair that clung to her shoulder and the spread of colour under the glinting water.

"Hard to say," he returned conversationally, not quite meeting her eye again and hoping it would play off as a thoughtful meandering. "They've all been temporary so far. If you know the trick to turn a love affair into something more than that and have just been holding out on me, I think that counts as cruel and unusual punishment. I think that's an international crime, and you know I'm a stickler for the rules."

It's true that in the past she'd brushed off all of his advances out of hand. Maybe she was just curious how far he'd actually go. In any event, it was fun to actually play this game with him for once.

She laughed, raising an eyebrow, "You like knowing the rules just so you know how to get around them. And what if I do know? I don't know that I believe for one second that you're ready to settle down at all." She paused, turning to look out over the city. The view was beautiful. She spent so much time flying through the sky, but no enough actually looking at it. Letting go of the wall, she drifts away from Tony, leaning back and floating in the water. Her dress and hair are already ruined, what's a little more water going to do? "Maybe there's something to be said for temporary."

Neither of them was truly foreseeing a future where Tony was doing any settling down, but Tony suspected they had very different reasons and was left giving a flippant shrug with a crooked smile toward Padme's profile, welcoming her most debauched presumptions about his intractable lifestyle. As she dipped back to float, Tony only shifted himself up in his hold against the edge of the pool until she was the perfect diamond face suspended in the glare of the city light off of the water, broken only by the occasional flutter of her billowing skirt or her fingertips as she moved. He couldn't quite will himself away from the wall to help keep her afloat.

"Everything's temporary, really," Tony agreed, though he was sure she hadn't meant to be so existential. "People drive themselves crazy trying to freeze something in place. If I proposed to you right now, we would be the happiest with each other if you promised me never to be the woman that I married. 100% satisfaction rate."

She definitely didn't expect him to get existential on her. But it had her curious about his state of mind. He couldn't have stolen her away just to talk... But with Tony, who knows.

She thought about his words for a long moment before gracefully righting herself in the water. "You're right. Everything is temporary. People are always changing. Life would be too static and boring if we didn't. I think if I married someone, you for example, and they never changed from the moment we married, I'd be extremely disappointed."

"Oh, no," Tony replied, flicking one of his hands like Padme had wildly misinterpreted his point and ran into a core difference in their philosophies that he could not abide. "I'm the exception," was his incredibly important distinction. Betrayed again by the wicked curl of his smirk, he continued, "If you married me, for example, purely hypothetical, I'm perfect the way I am. All downhill from here."

"Oh really?" She laughs, beaming at him. "Perfect, huh" She floated back towards him, careful of her skirts billowing around her. "You'd have to give me a pretty convincing argument to get me to marry you if it's all downhill from here. Hypothetically speaking."

"Just for example," Tony agreed, which did not justify the look of incredibly concentration he afforded to producing this sales pitch. He counted off his benefits on one hand as he said, "I wouldn't be able to say no to you, anything you wanted, no limits," only to quickly realize that basically covered the gamut, first of all, and also that it didn't sound like much would actually change. So he was left with his hand hovering, one finger stuck out, until he started to laugh and tried more helplessly, "Breakfast in bed?"

She waited very patiently as he thought about his pitch. He was putting quite a lot of thought into this hypothetical situation. She was really wondering where he was going with all of this. For now, though, she'd play along.

She nodded after his first point. That was a good start. His struggle to think of a second got her, though. She laughed, shaking her head. He came through in the end, however. She gave it the serious thought it deserved, pursing her lips and debating. "Hmmmm. I do enjoy breakfast in bed. You make a good argument."

Clearly they were made for each other, no one else could have been such a perfect match of breakfaster and breakfastee, and Tony raised his chin with pride to declare, "Husband of the year material. Uncontested," through his own chuckling. "And!" it occurred to him then to add, finally pointing another finger to add to his tally, "Think of the alimony when you leave me for some sexy young thing."

"Now there's a big selling point." She raised an eyebrow. "Almost sounds like a money back guarantee. Though you should know by now, I'm not generally into things for the money." She wagged a finger at him. Please. The money was nice, but hardly a big selling point for her.

Padme left him with such an obvious opening that Tony couldn't help but feel it was some kind of trap, tilting his head slowly like he might reveal the machinations at another angle in the quiet lap of the pool against the tile around them. Not that he wasn't impulsive enough to spring it regardless. "So, what are you looking for?" he asked. "Besides eggs and coffee, naturally, which I know can be very difficult to find in this market."

Turning it back on her, now? Tricky tricky, Tony. She shrugged, smoothing her wet hair back from her face. Moving back to the edge of the pool, she began taking her jewelry off and laying the pieces on the floor. Her ruined outfit was one thing, but she'd be damned if she was going to lose one of those stones in the pool.

"Nothing overly complicated. Someone I can talk to. Someone I can trust. Good with kids." She looks over at him, smirking, "Though I suppose that's more complicated than breakfast food."

Tony already knew he did not want to hear the answer, but he still lolled his head to the other side to ask, "Where did I lose you?" They were having an easy enough time talking now, and had spent most of their lives in similar circles, they spoke the same language, so that wasn't it. How good Tony was with kids might have been debatable, he didn't have much long term experience, but she must have seen him often enough with the children at events over the years, and Tony was under the impression that keeping a kid or twenty happy and engaged was one of his easiest jobs.

He hadn't earned a lot of trust. The easy smile that had coloured his teasing until then faded slightly in anticipation, then he was quickly turning away again before Padme actually had to answer, idly flicking a spray of water in her direction. Of course she didn't trust him, he pushed people into pools, easy answer.

There were different degrees of trust. She knew he had secrets... Then again, so did she. But she'd trust him to keep hers. He was predictable in his unpredictability. There was something comforting about that. She and Bucky had an easy friendship. They flirted and teased and half the city thought they were a couple. But she knew that could never be. Tony, however. They bickered and butted heads. He drove her crazy... Yet she still stuck by him. That counted for something.

She could feel his disappointment as he turned. She shook her head. "Who says you did?" Smirking, she splashed him, kicking away before he could retaliate.

She hardly gave him quarter to grin luminously at her before Tony was finally raising an arm off of the edge of the pool to defend himself with a noise of protest. It was amazing how little encouragement it took for Padme to be as much of a menace as Tony was, and he was the one that had to go chasing her down to have his revenge, making the best show he could of frustrated demands to get back here through the waver of his laugh. Neither of them were swimming their best in their very expensive swimsuits, but Tony had the advantage of seeing exactly where Padme was going to grab at her ankle and drag her back through the battering of her own wake, flurry of red fabric and all.

Every hero movie needs a party

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