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❆ — It’s snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

Antonio was having trouble sleeping lately. His mood was the worst it had ever been, save perhaps the time after the death of his brother, Gregory. If he tried to sleep, he suffered nightmares, memories of the torture, the pain, the fear. He missed Anthony. He missed Steve and Thor. He didn’t know why the hell he lived on while they didn’t. 

Susan had invited him to a new team after the Ultimates disbanded after the death of Captain America and Thor. Numbly, he’d accepted, knowing that if he was idle, things would just get worse. 

Feeling restless, he headed outside, wearing a thick coat and a scarf as his breath formed clouds in the air. It was December, winter in a rebuilt New York, people doing their Christmas shopping already and many decorations hanging up everywhere, but he could care less. He could only wonder what was the point to it all anymore when he was abruptly pulled out of his gloomy thoughts as he felt his footing disappear under him, his shoe slipping on an icy patch and he yelped as he collided with a smaller body. “Oof!” 

“Maybe. Do you always fall into the lap of someone you just met?” Antonio returned cheekily. “Ah, truly?” He raised an eyebrow curiously and smiled a little “You wish to liaise with Stark Industries? Or … is there something else I could help you with, perhaps?” He wondered if she needed the help of Iron Man rather than Tony Stark. 

“No! This was an accident from the ice,” she said pouting a bit and kept her dark eyes on him. Crossing her arms she nodded and perked up a bit. “Of course! No, I don’t Iron Man, you idjit,” she said the last word with affection. Because good lord, Tony is so good looking. Very good looking in fact. “Anyways, yes. I need /your/ help. I want to liaise with you.”

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“Nooo… that would have been Dr. Stark, my evil twin brother. Greg." 

“ … Yes, Gregory was blonde. He’s, erm…” He glanced away with a pained sigh “He’s dead now. Your father should be happy then.” He added with a frown. 

Ru frowned, her arms crossing over her chest. “How come you never spoke of him before?” she asked, feeling slightly awkward now. Damn her father for having her bring this up.

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❆ — It’s snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

Antonio was having trouble sleeping lately. His mood was the worst it had ever been, save perhaps the time after the death of his brother, Gregory. If he tried to sleep, he suffered nightmares, memories of the torture, the pain, the fear. He missed Anthony. He missed Steve and Thor. He didn’t know why the hell he lived on while they didn’t. 

Susan had invited him to a new team after the Ultimates disbanded after the death of Captain America and Thor. Numbly, he’d accepted, knowing that if he was idle, things would just get worse. 

Feeling restless, he headed outside, wearing a thick coat and a scarf as his breath formed clouds in the air. It was December, winter in a rebuilt New York, people doing their Christmas shopping already and many decorations hanging up everywhere, but he could care less. He could only wonder what was the point to it all anymore when he was abruptly pulled out of his gloomy thoughts as he felt his footing disappear under him, his shoe slipping on an icy patch and he yelped as he collided with a smaller body. “Oof!” 

 

A faint tinge of red occupied her cheeks just now. Biting the inside of her lip, she coughed a bit then, trying to stifle any other giggles. Antonio was a marvel in the weapons industry. Plus he was superhero. Ru was surprised that she wasn’t jumping for joy in front of him. Then again, heroes were people too. As he smiled sheepishly, she smiled genuinely. “Oh, that’s my middle name. Rumiko Magnetic Fujikawa,” she replied with a smile then realized that they were still holding hands, but he was so warm. She didn’t want to let go. “Okay, magnetic really isn’t my middle name. But Rumiko really is. It’s ah… a pleasure to meet you!”

“Well, what a coincidence that is.” Antonio responded amused to her reply about her middle name. “Rumiko? A lovely name for a lovely lady.” He glanced down to her hand, smiled and held it up to kiss the back of it. He faltered for a moment as he back-tracked what she said “Ah … Fujikawa? The Fujikawa, from Fujikawa Industries?” He asked curiously. 

“Why thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, ya know,” she replied with a wink smirking as he kissed her hands. “Do you always kiss the hands of someone you just met?” She teased then rose a brow when he faltered. “Yeah? Although, /The/ Fujikawa is my father. I’m just the liaison…” she paused then grinned brightly. “Hey! Do you think you can help me?!” She asked loudly, her hands squeezing his and not even saying what she actually needed help with.

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❆ — It’s snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

Antonio was having trouble sleeping lately. His mood was the worst it had ever been, save perhaps the time after the death of his brother, Gregory. If he tried to sleep, he suffered nightmares, memories of the torture, the pain, the fear. He missed Anthony. He missed Steve and Thor. He didn’t know why the hell he lived on while they didn’t. 

Susan had invited him to a new team after the Ultimates disbanded after the death of Captain America and Thor. Numbly, he’d accepted, knowing that if he was idle, things would just get worse. 

Feeling restless, he headed outside, wearing a thick coat and a scarf as his breath formed clouds in the air. It was December, winter in a rebuilt New York, people doing their Christmas shopping already and many decorations hanging up everywhere, but he could care less. He could only wonder what was the point to it all anymore when he was abruptly pulled out of his gloomy thoughts as he felt his footing disappear under him, his shoe slipping on an icy patch and he yelped as he collided with a smaller body. “Oof!” 

He couldn’t help it. Her laugh was infectious and the situation so absurd now that Antonio started laughing too, a genuine, hearty laugh that he hadn’t had in ages. “Oh my god… I’m pretty sure I’ve got melted snow in my underpants now…” He hiccuped between laughs. He took her hand and put his other one on the ground, if on a cold concrete side-walk. He got back up on his feet, then looked to her, smiling a bit sheepishly “Ah, yes, that’s me… and you are, besides magnetic?” 

A faint tinge of red occupied her cheeks just now. Biting the inside of her lip, she coughed a bit then, trying to stifle any other giggles. Antonio was a marvel in the weapons industry. Plus he was superhero. Ru was surprised that she wasn’t jumping for joy in front of him. Then again, heroes were people too. As he smiled sheepishly, she smiled genuinely. “Oh, that’s my middle name. Rumiko Magnetic Fujikawa,” she replied with a smile then realized that they were still holding hands, but he was so warm. She didn’t want to let go. “Okay, magnetic really isn’t my middle name. But Rumiko really is. It’s ah… a pleasure to meet you!”

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❆ — It’s snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

Antonio was having trouble sleeping lately. His mood was the worst it had ever been, save perhaps the time after the death of his brother, Gregory. If he tried to sleep, he suffered nightmares, memories of the torture, the pain, the fear. He missed Anthony. He missed Steve and Thor. He didn’t know why the hell he lived on while they didn’t. 

Susan had invited him to a new team after the Ultimates disbanded after the death of Captain America and Thor. Numbly, he’d accepted, knowing that if he was idle, things would just get worse. 

Feeling restless, he headed outside, wearing a thick coat and a scarf as his breath formed clouds in the air. It was December, winter in a rebuilt New York, people doing their Christmas shopping already and many decorations hanging up everywhere, but he could care less. He could only wonder what was the point to it all anymore when he was abruptly pulled out of his gloomy thoughts as he felt his footing disappear under him, his shoe slipping on an icy patch and he yelped as he collided with a smaller body. “Oof!” 

Antonio yelped as he fell back on the sidewalk, more out of surprise than any pain, with the bacterial armor absorbing the impact. He looked up, staring dumbly at the pretty young lady that ran into him- or he slipped into her. Each other? “Er…” He said eloquently, reaching up to let her help him, starting to get up but then falling back on his ass with her lying on top of him. “Whoa- er… hah… I swear I’m not usually this clumsy either, I’m actually really good with my hands- … that came out wrong.” He coughed. “Okay, let’s try getting up again?” 

She couldn’t help but giggle at the other man’s yelp. Goodness, that was adorable. And when he said he was good with his hands, she busted up laughing. She laughed so hard, she ended up rolling off of him and just laid in the snow. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I needed the laugh, thank you.” She smiled softly then tried once again to get up, this time off of the slippery ice patch. Holding her hand out, she hoped he would grab it so she could help him up. “Wait… You’re Antonio Stark. Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

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❆ — It’s snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

Antonio was having trouble sleeping lately. His mood was the worst it had ever been, save perhaps the time after the death of his brother, Gregory. If he tried to sleep, he suffered nightmares, memories of the torture, the pain, the fear. He missed Anthony. He missed Steve and Thor. He didn’t know why the hell he lived on while they didn’t. 

Susan had invited him to a new team after the Ultimates disbanded after the death of Captain America and Thor. Numbly, he’d accepted, knowing that if he was idle, things would just get worse. 

Feeling restless, he headed outside, wearing a thick coat and a scarf as his breath formed clouds in the air. It was December, winter in a rebuilt New York, people doing their Christmas shopping already and many decorations hanging up everywhere, but he could care less. He could only wonder what was the point to it all anymore when he was abruptly pulled out of his gloomy thoughts as he felt his footing disappear under him, his shoe slipping on an icy patch and he yelped as he collided with a smaller body. “Oof!” 

Rumiko sighed as she pulled her bag over her head and placed it over her shoulder, her hand sliding down the strap and holding it right in the middle. Her gaze went up to the sky as she swore silently. ‘Father’s going to kill me,’ she thought to herself as she screwed up yet another business deal. She knew it was just a matter of time before her father, who was the founder of Fujikawa Industries, would fire her. He didn’t believe in woman working around technology anyways. But when he finds this out, it would be even more of a good excuse to just cut her loose, and just leave her with her small fortune she already had. She of course, spat at the idea.

Her eyes closed as she walked, her feet taking her to her small apartment in the city. Breathing in the crisp air, she felt her lungs expand as the cool air came in, and that caused her to shiver. Rumiko was not meant for the cold. She’d rather be in Cancun and in bright sunny, warm weather. “God fucking damn, it’s chilly…” she muttered to herself, her arms now wrapping around her body to try to keep warm. It may have been cold, Ru loved the time of year for one thing. And that’s Christmas. Despite just coming off from a relationship, she was looking forward to just some relaxing. Maybe even attend a few parties, hosted by her friends of course. Just then, she stepped onto an icy patch on the concrete. “Shit!” she shouted as she fell face first into a larger person’s chest and fell right on her ass. “What the hell was that…” she muttered and looked up to meet gorgeous blue eyes. “Oh. I’m sorry! Are you okay?” she asked, trying to get up to help the man up, however fell over once again, landing with her stomach on the man. “Oh my god, I swear I’m not a clutz.”