better than your dreams//tony stark

♡seven♡

"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

Zelda Fitzgerald

The car stops in front of a hotel along the Circuit de Monaco. I walk inside with Tony as Happy follows behind us.

"You know, it's Europe. Whatever happens the next 20 minutes, just go with it," Tony tells me.

"Go with it?" I question. "Go with what?"

That's when we see Pepper standing in front of us. "Mr. Stark?"

"Hey," Tony greets.

"Hello. How was your flight?" Pepper asks.

"It was excellent. Boy, it's nice to see you," Tony tells her.

"We have one photographer from the ACM, if you don't mind," I tell Tony.

Tony and Pepper smile for the photo. "Smile. Look, right there. Stop acting constipated. Don't flare your nostrils."

"You are so predictable," Pepper states.

"That's the amazing thing," Tony remarks.

"Come on, Tony. This way," I tell him.

"You look fantastic," Tony tells me.

I chuckle. "Thank you."

"I didn't buy you this dress, did I?" Tony asks as he gestures to my dress.'

I shake my head. "No. This one I bought myself with the salary you pay me."

Tony smiles. "What's on the docket?"

"You have a 9:30 dinner," I tell him.

"Perfect. I'll be there at 11:00," Tony tells me.

I roll my eyes. "Of course."

"Is this us?" Tony gestures to a table.

"It can be," I answer.

"Great. Make it us," Tony instructs.

I nod my head. "Okay."

"Mr Musk. How are you?" Pepper asks, noticing Elon Musk at the table next to ours.

"Hi, Pepper. Congratulations on the promotion," Mr. Musk states.

"Thank you very much," Pepper says.

Tony walks over to the two. "Elon, how's it going. Those Merlin engines are fantastic."

"Thank you. Yeah, I've got an idea for an electric jet," Mr. Musk offers.

"You do?" Tony asks.

"Yeah," Mr. Musk states.

"Then we'll make it work," Tony tells him. Tony and I walk away from the man. "You want a massage?"

I shake my head. "No, Tony. No. I don't want a massage."

"I'll have my assistant make an..." Tony starts.

I cut him off, "I am your assistant now, remember?"

"Don't want you tense." Tony puts his hand on my waist as he guides me to the bar. "If you change your mind I will happily..."

I put my hand on Tony's chest and cut him off, "If I want a massage from you Tony," I trail my hand down his chest, "It surely won't take place in a restaurant."

"Anthony. Is that you?" I hear Justin Hammer ask.

"My least favorite person on Earth," Tony remarks.

"Hey, pal," Hammer says as he puts his hand on Tony's shoulder.