❆ — 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.”