better than your dreams//tony stark

♡ten♡

"Love is an endless act of forgiveness."

Beyoncé

Today is the day that Stark Tower finally goes on line in New York City. Tony and I have been working on it for months. Tony's currently in the Atlantic Ocean replacing the last pipeline with an arc reactor.

"You're good on this end. The rest is up to you," Tony tells me

"You disconnected the transition lines?" I ask. "Are we off the grid?"

"Stark Tower is about to become a beacon of self-sustaining clean energy," Tony tells me.

"Wow. So maybe our reactor takes over and it actually works?" I say.

"I assume. Light her up," Tony instructs.

I switch on the power and Stark Tower lights up. I smile widely. "How does it look?"

"Like Christmas, but with more... me," Tony remarks.

"Pepper says you have to get wider on the public awareness campaign. You need to do some press. Pepper already volunteered to do some more tomorrow. She's also working on the zoning for the next billboards," I tell him.

"Tell Pepper, she needs to enjoy the moment," Tony states. "Like we are."

I chuckle. "If you ever get in here."

Out the windows I see Tony land on the balcony of the penthouse. As he walks his Iron Man suit dismantles itself with the help of his high-tech gadgets. I turn to look at the monitor in front of me.

"Levels are holding steady," I state.

Tony walks over to me. "Of course they are, I was directly involved. Which brings me to my next question: how does it feel to be a genius?"

I jokingly flip my hair. "Thank you for finally admitting that I'm a genius."

Tony smiles. "All this came from you."

"As much as I want to take some credit. All this came from that." I tap the arc reactor in his chest.

"Give yourself some credit, please. Stark Tower is your baby." Tony puts his hands on my upper arms. "Give yourself... twelve percent of the credit."

I give him a look. "We go from full credit to twelve percent?"

"An argument can be made for fifteen," Tony states.

I turn away from him and walk towards the couch. "Twelve percent? My baby?"

Tony follows after me. "Well, I did do all the heavy lifting. Literally, I lifted the heavy things. And sorry, but the security snafu? That was on you."

"Oooooh." I grab the champagne from the bucket.

"My private elevator..." Tony starts.

I cut him off, "You mean OUR elevator?"

"...was teeming with sweaty workmen." Tony sits down next to me. "I'm going to pay for that comment about percentages in some subtle way later, aren't I?"

I hand Tony a glass of champagne. "Not gonna be that subtle."

"I'll tell you what. Next building's gonna say 'Panagos' on the tower," Tony tells me.

"On the lease," I counter.

"...Call your dad. Can you bunk over?" Tony teases.

"Sir, the telephone. I'm afraid my protocols are being overwritten," JARVIS states.

I can hear Coulson's voice, "Stark, we need to talk."

Tony picks up his phone and looks into it. "You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark, please leave a message."