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A very, very long sigh exits her body. She allows herself the small outward weakness of leaning against the wall behind her out of momentary exhaustion. No one has this affect on her quite like Ivan. 

There’s a slim pack of cigarettes she carries from time to time in case a cover needs it or she just has a moment. Making a habit of it won’t ever happen ( she’s too careful with her body to allow it ), although she finds an odd kind of relief in those blue moon moments she pulls out a cig.

        “Have a light, by any chance?”

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That's when he saw him. A face that had no name attached to it in Tony's head, but still seemed to stick out in the crowd as if he should know him. Tony slowed to a stop and reversed direction, following the man. It wasn't until they'd both gotten to a less crowded corridor that he said something,

I didn't venture out into the city much nowadays - too much to do, too many ideas ricocheting around my skull and this itching to make a better model of suit before the bad guys showed up again. It was like I was in an arms race with myself, spurred on by the knowledge that, no matter how good I got, the other guy was still better.

I didn't like thinking that the other guy was better. It wasn't good for my reputation - or my sleep habits. So bad, in fact, that Pep had begun to worry, and I'm pretty sure that she started putting Melatonin in my bourbon.

I wasn't complaining. I needed the sleep. I didn't like being drugged, but she did what she thought was best and that's what mattered. She kept showing me that she cared. I was happy for that.

But I needed to take the next step: Get out of Stark Tower. For a night, at least. Two hours. Maybe half an hour.

"Do I have to go without the suit?" I'd asked Pep as I was heading out.

"Yes, Tony, without the suit."

I rolled my eyes as I left.

I walked around the town in a hood pulled over my eyes, mostly to keep off the paparazzi. They'd been foaming at the mouth since I'd started hiding out in my tower - I was almost surprised they hadn't started calling me Rapunzel - so I just did everything that I needed to do to avoid them.

When I got downtown, I realized I didn't know what I wanted to do. The Avengers were disassembled, spread across the world - and, most importantly, not here. No women anymore - I was engaged now, needed to keep my promises. So that cut the vast majority of my contacts.

I slid into a bar that I didn't know, hoping they wouldn't know me. It was surprisingly quiet as I slipped a twenty to the bartender.

"Bourbon, please."

"Got it."

I thought for a moment. Pep would kill me if I came back early. I puzzled over my predicament for a while before pulling out my phone.

It took two rings before he answered. I leaned back on the bar stool, lounging and very happy he'd actually picked up.