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every statue in town came to life [ongoing]

When; Lunchtime! December 6.
Rating; ...PG? Possibly PG13 for Donna's mouth.
Characters; Donna Duvall Voss [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] & Tony Stark [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Summary; Donna takes Tony up on the offer to take her and the spawn out to lunch and to see some dinosaurs at the zoo. Because there are dinosaurs here.
Log;

It's been a while since Donna was on her own, doing things on her own - sometimes when she slows down she's not sure there was ever really a time before that she was 100% independent. And maybe she's not, now, with a safety net of strangers. It's crazy, though, running around this apartment she's claimed and trying to find things she didn't even have yesterday to get organized with Sirja.

"Baby, baby, don't do that," she says, anxious without heat, unused to single parenthood and mainly concerned that without someone watching her she's going to fuck it up. Do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, forget something she ought to know, make a dumbass kid mistake - but Sirja's such a good baby and she's a good fucking mother. And she worries too much, which is what this isn't about: "We're gonna see dinosaurs, how's that sound to you? Dinosaurs? Baby girl wanna see some dinosaurs? So let Mommy put your goddamn shoes on, okay?"

She twists her ring around her finger and thinks maybe an hour was a generous estimate. No - they'll be on time. She's good at this. She's got this. There's nothing Donna's better at than being unabashedly bigger than life.

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Tony went casual today, just a tshirt and jeans, to meet Donna. Not only would it be more informal but he didn't want a baby spitting up on a several thousand dollar suit. Plus he came right from the garage, having made the car seat with just enough time to make the hour deadline. Of course, the car seat was a bit modified as once it was out of the car it served as a stroller that could hover. It had wheels too, but those were optional.

Tony knocked on the door to the apartment number that Donna had given him. He was idly aware that this was the same building that Wanda lived in, which meant this was probably where she and Remy fought. He'd have to come back later and look at some things.

But for now, he was going to enjoy lunch with Donna and Sirja and then the dinosaurs at the zoo.

"Donna?" he called. "It's Tony."

Having gone the jeans-and-pullover route, Donna's in the process of tying her hair back and prising her black-rimmed glasses out of Sirja's hands (you can't get anything done with a baby around unless you can get at least two things done at once, preferably more than that) when she hears him.

Okay: purse, baby bag, baby, coat, good.

"Hi!" she beams, swinging the door open. She's quite a first impression; more energy than should fit into such a small person, for one thing. "Hi. This is Sirja, and...I'm obviously Donna."

"Hello," he said, beaming back at her. She radiated a sort of energy that Tony liked. Tony had driven energy, she had... energetic energy.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," he said. "And you're both quite adorable. A little over a decade from now and you'll both have a hell of a time keeping the men and boys away."

Donna's beam turns into something with a little more of a twist to it. "Honey," she drawls, wry and laughing, "if I kept the boys away in the first place she wouldn't be around to be so damn cute. Isn't that right, baby girl?"

Sirja contributes to the conversation by leaning forward in Donna's grip to pat at Tony's nearest appendage. People are fascinating when you're one year old, okay.

"But babies and wedding rings are pretty good at killing the social life." This is said mostly over her shoulder while she comes out to lock the door behind herself, keeping an eye on what's around her in a manner that's a little overly cautious.

"You obviously move in better circles than I do," Tony said as he watched Sirja reach out to pat his arm. He loved how inquisitive young children were. Maybe that's why he always did fairly well around them.

"Though that's unfortunate that your husband didn't come with you," he said as he headed towards the car. "It must be hard to leave people behind when you... do you expect ninjas to jump out at us, Donna?"

Sirja loves people - Donna's pretty sure that's a trait she gets from her, throwing herself headlong into other people's business without looking first. Or after, come to think of it. They're both pretty easily won over.

"He already left us behind, y'know, the proverbial better place." Pre-emptively, very quickly: "It's okay. ...what? Oh." She laughs, sort of, tucking Sirja against her side and endeavouring to relax a little more. "Noooo, ninjas are not usually on my menu."

Tony nodded when she mentioned her husband moving on. She must have loved him a lot to still wear the ring, and she had apparently gotten over it well enough to talk about.

"Alright, then any ninjas that attack are coming after me," he said with a nod. He was joking. Mostly. "And there's the car. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Bradwick/FutureCar2.jpg)"

Almost immediately the color of the vehicle changed to match Donna's eyes and it powered up, rising a few inches off the ground.

It's not so much that she's over it as she'd really like to be; Donna is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and okay all the time. Some kinds of girls learn young how to lie like breathing - she's good at that. There's a trick to it. But it wouldn't be a very good survival tactic if it was immediately transparent to just about anybody, now, would it?

"...good goddamn," she says, admiring. What, all internalized unhappiness aside, Donna loves shiny things, and that is a pretty fucking car. "You made that?"

Everyone loves the car. Tony had built and armored, robotic suit to fight terrorism and everyone always thought the car was cooler.

"I did," he said, grinning at her as the doors of the car opened automatically. "It was one of the first things I built when I came to the City. I intended to sell several of them to get a start financially but I only made two before I decided I didn't want my tech so freely available. And yes, there is a car seat with racing stripes in it."

Donna's a fan of cars, and if you get her drunk enough she'll give you an exciting rendition of Cars That Go Boom.

Actually, she'd probably do that sober if she felt like it. Let's not.

"I like it," she says, and...yep, there's the carseat. "Oh, nice. Thank you!" Tony, if he doesn't object, is about to be on the receiving end of an impromptu thank-you-hug; Duvalls are a tactile family. Sirja seems more or less used to being rearranged in short order so as not to be crushed by Donna's rampant affection.

Tony smiled and hugged Donna back, glad that she liked the car seat so much. He hadn't thought it was that big of a deal but apparently she was the thankful type.

"I didn't even show you the best part," he said, taking the car seat out. He grinned when it didn't set on the ground but stayed at about waist height, hovering there until he pushed it forward and back.

"Sorry, I can't ever do anything normal."

"..."

Donna looks from Tony to the hovering seat and back again a couple of times before she covers her mouth with one hand, holding Sirja against her hip with the other, and sort of chuff-laughs helplessly. "That's amazing."

Tony grinned even more at that. If Donna kept up these types of reactions Tony was going to build her all sorts of interesting things.

"It is, isn't it?" he said with a nod. "Why don't you get her all strapped in and we'll go get lunch?"

If there's one thing Donna can be relied upon to provide - it's an entertaining reaction. She bounces on the balls of her feet and nods, grinning back. "Yoooou got it. Here we go, baby-"

Getting Sirja sorted out into the carseat doesn't take Donna too long; she's got a lot of practise at getting the both of them around, lately. Motherhood is a strange thing and it comes with all sorts of other things that nobody ever tells you about, but she's getting on okay. She thinks.

With Sirja settled, she slides into the passenger seat and straps herself in. "So where are we headed?"

Tony got into the car as well and slid into the driver's seat. The ergonomic leather seats were always a pleasure to sit in. The doors closed and the car rose up higher, taking them above most of the buildings in the City.

"It's a restaurant I know of," he said, steering the car towards the building (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Bradwick/cybertecture-egg-for-mumbai3.jpg) the place was in. "They won't mind Sirja at all. Well, if they do, I'll fire them all, so they'd better not mind her."

Donna keeps an eye on Tony out of the corner of one eye, rolling the sleeves of her pullover up her arms a little when they're settled and...flying, which is different. She likes planes, though, and she likes cars, and so she reasons that she shouldn't freak out. It's like...a tiny sci-fi plane.

(Her dads would not believe this place, she thinks, wistfully.)

"Mr Bigshot," she says, amused. There's something about this guy that just makes her laugh, when she knows she should be more impressed. It's not that this isn't all very impressive; she just thinks it's funny, too.

Tony wasn't offended by her laughter. In reality, it is pretty ridiculous. But Tony has a giant ego and can't resist showing off the things he's proud of when an opportunity arises.

"Oh come on now," Tony said, unable to help but smile at her infectious laughter. "I haven't even told you about or shown you the especially ridiculous things."

"I don't know," Donna says, glancing back to check on Sirja - who is pretty happily chilling in her carseat, apparently accustomed to being toted around at a moment's notice, "this is all pretty crazy to me. I mean...well, y'know, the crazy stuff in my life was all pretty normal crazy before now."

Tony flew in over the building and started to land the car on the rooftop "garage" he had built for himself. One of the benefits of a flying car is that not many people stole your parking spot.

"The singing cactus has to be the strangest thing of all," Tony said with a shake of his head. "A lot of the weird stuff I've seen here I've either seen back home or at least read stories about. Not so much the singing cactus."

"I guess there's not a lot in the world that's gonna prepare you for a singing cactus," Donna says, thoughtfully.

"Nope," Tony said with a shake of his head as the car landed and the doors opened.

"But how many people get to say they have experiences like this?"

Donna slips out, grinning, to get Sirja organized and out of the carseat. "I guess not many...except here."

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