I Am Ironman: Ironman does MJN (Tony and Martin….With the potential of Douglas, Carolyn and Arthur)
Tony glanced up at the clock of the airport. 2:30 PM. His flight was late, but he didn’t care. He got what he came for, playing with the ring box in his pocket. This was it. He was finally going to propose to Pepper.
This was no ordinary ring. He had been working on creating it from pieces…
Carolyn knew the day is going to be good. They had a client. A rich client. Carolyn’s favourite type of clients. She was just getting the plane ready when she realized the client was waiting for almost ten minutes. Rich people don’t wait. She walked out of the plane and toward the waiting area as fast as she could without running. A gorgeous man in an expansive suit was sitting and looking at his watch.
“Mr. Stark, I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting,” she apologized warmly, before leading him to the plane. “Thank you so much for choosing MJN Air as your airline for this trip. As you requested, you’ll get the perfect privacy, and the plane is booked only and absolutely for you. Here you are. Would you like to have a seat? Our steward will get you a drink in a tic.”
“Drinks!?” Arthur shouted from the portakabin. “That might be a problem… I dropped our last glass yesterday.”
He stuck his head into the cabin and realised that he had probably made a mistake. Shouting at passengers definitely wasn’t a thing on the ‘Good things that a steward should do’ list.
“Oh. Um. Hello! Welcome on board MJN! I will be your steward today. I will be stewarding you throughout the upcoming flight during the next upcoming hours… Or minutes… I don’t know where we are flying to. Will it take long?”
“Oh! Right, can I get Sir a refreshment today? I am sure we have something on board I can put it in. If worst comes to worst I can always give you a bottle of wine to drink from or something.”
“To answer one of those questions, I have a flight time of one hour twenty minutes, so long as the weather stays clear we shouldn’t have too long of a flight.” Martin paused. He looked over at their client. He knew that face. Why was he having such difficulty remembering it?
He shook his head, smiled and walked towards the flight deck and requested a weather report.
“Ah, Miss Knapp Shappey.” Tony replied, with his signature smile. He followed the woman to the hangar. “Nice to meet...
“To answer one of those questions, I have a flight time of one hour twenty minutes, so long as the weather stays clear...
“Drinks!?” Arthur shouted from the portakabin. “That might be a problem… I dropped our last glass yesterday.” He stuck...
Carolyn knew the day is going to be good. They had a client. A rich client. Carolyn’s favourite type of clients. She was...