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[captainfuckingmagic]

'Hey, this is Harry. I don't know why you're calling but I'll try to call you back.'

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[ironmanic]

[Tony grins a little Stark grin at that clarification as they head out into the Square.]

It's the charming smile- nine times out of ten it'll get you the thing in a woman's eyes.

action.

[captainfuckingmagic]

We have the same smile and I'm pretty sure mine's only ever done that to Autumn Meadowes in the strawberry field in fourth grade. She gave me some cookies.

action.

[ironmanic]

Show me.

[He stops abruptly on their way to -- somewhere. To eat their donuts.]

action.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[Tony you're really disorienting sometimes. Harry looks at him for a moment and then gives him a not-bad-for-being-on-the-spot-but-not-charming-per-se grin. They don't really have the same smile. But that was obvious.]

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[ironmanic]

[Stare.]

You tried to get laid with that?

[Not that it wasn't attractive- it just wasn't a Stark smile. The one that gets the Hustler calendar models on his doorstep.]

Tony is absolutely going to kill what little self-confidence Harry actually has

[captainfuckingmagic]

Well I'm not trying to get you in bed, am I? And yes. Do you see where my confusion is coming in now?

Don't worry, Harry. Tony will teach you gently.

[ironmanic]

It's all in the delivery. Clearly you have what it takes, you just have to know what to do with it.

[A Tony Stark smile for you, bud.]

thank...you?

[captainfuckingmagic]

Uh huh. [He's flattered by the smile but remains unconvinced.] Can I have a doughnut?

[ironmanic]

[He opens the top box and offers it to Harry and grabs one himself, immediately stuffing it in his mouth because MMM donuuuts.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

[MMM doughnuts indeed, as Harry does basically exactly the same thing, and then immediately proceeds to talk around it.] So what do you do? Normally.

[ironmanic]

I run a multi-billion dollar, multinational corporation.

[Pause]

I did. And I still might, unfortunately.

[Pepper did quit being CEO. Hopefully she didn't, because he doesn't want to run the company again...]

Here I run a smaller-scale corporation.

[NOM next donut.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

[He's a little used to running into CEOs on vague occasions, although it's still super weird finding one with his face.] Oh, is that all? [No really, that actually was sarcasm.]

What's the company for?

[ironmanic]

Used to specializes in weapons manufacturing, but recently we've taken a more scenic route.

Like-- better cellphones. Energy. Crap like that.