


Out on the Balcony

by Fairady



Category: Ultimate Marvel
Genre: Humor
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2009-06-26
Updated: 2009-06-26
Packaged: 2013-09-03 05:26:49
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 289
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5168467/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/31984/Fairady
Summary: As far as Tony's concerned, the kids are better off now than they were before. The public school system always shied away from sexual education.





	Out on the Balcony

Warnings: Humor?

Disclaimer: I don't own or make money off of these characters. And I'm ok with that.

Notes: Written for a comment_fic request; they wanted the Naomi quote used. I think this might be some bastard child of the 616 and Ultimate universes. Not sure as I've only really read the first volume of Ultimate Iron Man.

Out on the Balcony  
by Fairady

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"She said her name was Naomi, which is "I moan" backwards," Tony grimaces at the glass in his hand. It's more ice than anything else which should be a criminal offense, charity ball or not, a good drink should not be watered down with too much ice.

He does have to admit it catches the lights of the room well enough to almost glow. A bit like Rogers' eyes right now. Though that is mostly anger and a touch of outrage. Well, alright, more than a touch.

"Considering what my name is backwards I couldn't refuse her," Tony drains his glass and wonders how much he'd have to pay to get his next drink undiluted. "It's not my fault we were walked in on."

He _had_ tried for one of the rooms, but some idiot had decided to lock all the rooms that weren't being used. The balcony had been empty anyway and Ms. "I moan" wasn't going to take much time at all.

"Really, Rogers," Tony looks around the crowded room trying to find that one waiter who had blushed earlier. He could probably smile at the man and get a proper drink without having to tip him. "How was I supposed to know they wanted the children's choir to sing out there?"

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