#mechanizedstark

[peterfour]

“a little hard to relax in this line of work if i’m being completely honest. especially not now. not when avengers are getting blown up, and x-men are picking fights in times square.”

"What, aren't you happy to be back? Learn to relax a little, won't ya?"

[whtequeen-archive]

@mechanizedstark​​

Funny is the way that the world works. If one had told Emma Frost that she’d be dining with Tony Stark on friendly terms, she would have laughed in their face. Emma’s social, but only by design. For as much as she thrives in the spotlight, she also needs to retreat into her palace to sit in a diamond enclosed silence. She knows just how much to give of herself and how much to hold back in order to be successful. It’s stemmed from a lifelong of performing the role that she’s very carefully crafted. Diamond is her nature, yes, but diamonds are just carbon refined by pressure and heat. Emma has survived both to become the woman that she’s now proud of. Her mask rarely slips except for at night, when she sleeps alone in her diamond form. To the world, she’s Emma Frost. How utterly exhausting it is to be her.

Things have changed, though. Emma’s rock hard mind has been corrupted. Her entire way of thinking has been rewired, and while such a violation would normally be considered an offense she’s done nothing but embrace it. Emma will be the White Queen that Sinister needs her to be. She’ll take no prisoners and pull no punches, all while balancing in Louboutins. If the world is to be saved, Emma must do her part. She’ll be the leader that Krakoa needs and shake the hands that need shaking.

 One of those hands happen to belong to Tony Stark.

Inviting him to the White Palace would have been taboo, so she’s invited herself to his place instead. Her food has only been picked at, and a ring of white mars the clear glass of wine that she’s been nursing. Tonight is not about intoxication. It’s business. 

Leaning back in her chair, a sharpened nail taps against the table twice. Emma is both a teacher and a businesswoman. She’s a shrewd sense of character, and she has no choice but to believe Stark was the right person to let into their little circle. “I have to thank you, darling,” she drawls. “For being so accommodating. Now that you know how pressing matters are, you must understand that we have to operate with the upmost discretion. Do you have any questions for me about what is to occur?”

[bgrimms]

"if by this you mean no longer being made of regular old flesh and bone, then sure," he deadpans, towering over the other man as he speaks.

"Alright, alright— don't lose your pebbles. I'll take it easy on you. You must be new at all of this, huh?"