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Thanks. I’m sorta proud of this place myself. I just didn’t want to follow my dad into the family business, you know? Oscorp wasn’t for me. That’s why I stepped down. Norman would have been disappointed, and June was aware of that, but Harry didn’t need to hear a confirmation from her. If anything, he’d believe her opinion about it more than anything else. The least she could do was throw the kid a bone. “Everyone’s gotta make their own path through life. If this is what you do to make yourself happy, it’s the right thing to do.” It just so happened that changing people from the inside out without their knowledge made June happy. Her methods may not have been ‘ethical’, but pioneers of scientific thought often had to do a few things arbitrarily declared inhumane in order to understand the world around them better. And it was fun as hell.

I’m much happier here, though I don’t know what my father would have to say about his only son and heir running a bar. June accepted the drink Harry made her and took a sip, wincing at the burn, but shaking her head at the comment. The boy had severe daddy issues it seemed. But who didn’t? June wasn’t sure if it was better for Harry that his father was gone and he only had to live up to a memory, or if that made it worse. “What matters now is your happiness. It’s so hard to find, you need to reach out and hold onto it when you finally do.” Using people as her own personal playthings made her happy. Improving her own genetic makeup and mapping other’s did as well. Norman had, when he was still alive. He had been just the right mix of sinister, high class and intelligent to debate scientific discoveries and the lengths that should be taken to achieve them. They agreed on most points, but generally June tried to keep what she actually did private. She’d already gone down the tell-your-boyfriend-what-you-really-do road and it was the one that got her kicked out of school, so she wasn’t eager to repeat it.

After a long sip of her drink, June decided to be bold with her questions. Had to be asked sometime so it might as well be now. “Were you surprised when Norman passed? He never spoke with me at length about personal matters.” June knew he liked to pretend that he was exactly who he wanted to be with her, and she was fine with that, but the fact that he’d kept his disease, something in all likelihood she could have cured if she knew what it was, was frustrating and made her wish that their secrets hadn’t been so numerous.

Like Father, Like Son || June & Harry

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Off the Wagon || June & Tony

June wondered why the Avengers didn’t investigate more into their potential friends or drinking buddies. It had taken a simple motion, only a friendly gesture to get Carol’s DNA. June simply plucked a fallen hair off of the woman’s shirt and was met with gratitude, while she pocketed the sample for study after they were finished. Taking DNA was easier than taking candy from a baby. Babies cried, but every day people left their personal mark everywhere without a second thought. Carol had been her first entry into her Avenger’s archive, and Tony was going to be the second. He may not have the powers from a lab experiment gone wrong, or ones gifted from the government like some of his fellow Avengers, but he was one of them nonetheless, and the archive was more personal than anything else.

She didn’t mean them ill, not yet at least, but June wasn’t a nice person and definitely wasn’t on the side they were on. No, June was only on her side. And what was best for her tonight was to get into Tony’s good graces, to be whatever he needed her to be. So far, it seemed to be an escape, a distraction, and luckily for June, that was what she was best at. She bought a new dress for the occasion, an emerald green gown with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side, to show off her legs. June had even used one of her genetic plugs to make her eyes match the dress, the green there just a tad brighter than was natural, with flecks of gold for a little more flair.

As she waited out front, a car pulled up to her building, a car far too nice for the part of town she lived in. Not only was Tony willing to go out with her, but he was going to let a stranger into his own car and pick her up? June knew she made people feel comfortable and was unassuming, but this was just asking for trouble. But, from what she’d seen on the news, Mr. Stark was all sorts of trouble. And that was just fine with her.The window rolled down, and she leaned into the open space to speak, smiling as she did. “Unless you want this thing stolen or the paparazzi all over us, we should probably get going.” June pulled herself back out and opened the door, sitting in the passenger’s seat and giving the car, and the man next to her, a once over. “How do you feel about French food? I was thinking we’d go to Melisse, if you can afford it.” The challenge was more of a joke than anything else, but Tony liked to brag, and June would let him do whatever he liked...within reason.

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I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I like you.

How do you think I get them to scurry off again?

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Next time you stab someone? Is that a regular thing? Because that would solve the annoying men problem you've been having, too.

I’ll remember that next time; if I talk enough at someone, they’ll be in an equivalent amount of pain to my stabbing them. Plus less blood, which is always nice. 

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Knives may be your choice of weapon, but you wound with your words just as well. 

I like knives better. 

Oh, I’m sorry- was I supposed to? Must have missed that memo.

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A taser would suit you, I think.

So you feel that, too?

You’re the second person to mention that. No electricity unless I suddenly start carrying a taser or someone tries to use my weapons. 

Is this going to turn into a line about there being a ‘spark’ between us? 

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It kind of sounds like some kind of electric based super villain name. But your personality seems pretty electric so maybe it was well chosen.

I did not get to choose it. And my parents were arguably odd people.

Likewise, June.

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Quite the name there. I'm June. Nice to meet you, Elektra.

Elektra. And you are?

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You're welcome, dear.

Beautiful, sassy and sharp as a tack. I like you. What's your name?

No one needs to fill that spot Good idea, thank you.

You worked that compliment in there very nicely as well. 

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Then put your feet up on the other seat. Problem solved. It's the curse of being a beautiful woman. If you don't have company, someone will try to fill that spot. 

I do not carry a purse. And really I do not understand why I have to pretend I have company so as to avoid theirs. 

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[pm] I bet it isn't, but I'm gonna find out for myself. See you then, Mr. Stark.

[pm] Friday night it is. And edible gold isn’t very good, trust me. 

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[pm] How about Friday night? And with that kind of freedom, I'll need to do some research about where we can go to get some edible gold.

[pm] I do make pretty great company. My schedule’s pretty open at the moment, unless someone decides to take over the world. As for where, you can choose. Money’s not an issue, obviously, so wherever you want to go is fine by me. 

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I hope that’s not what you were expecting. My dancing inspiration comes from Footloose. June grinned, still not sure what to make of this guy. Did he really commit to this role of space traveler that much, or had he really not been around since the 80s? It was charming, but she wasn’t easily swept up in a man’s charms. It had been Norman’s ambition and intellect that drew her in, left her wanting for more. But this wasn’t a romance, this was an investigation, if a fun one. Space offered a billion new possibilities for genetics and the plugs she could make and alter and, if Peter really was from space, or had been there, June needed to know. She moved closer to him, getting her lips close to his ear so he definitely could hear her and said, “I’d rather save that for later.” Would she actually sleep with him? June wasn’t sure. But giving that illusion was the easiest way to get a tour of his ‘space ship’. And June flirted as easily as she breathed.

Have I convinced you of my skill yet or am I going to have to start moon walking across the floor? Peter was pulling her closer and she couldn’t say she minded. He was a muscular, attractive, almost rugged looking man and she had moped about Norman for far too long. June laughed at his question, her face lighting up. “Oh, seeing you moon walk would make my night.” The song was about to end and June backed away a little, giving Peter a little squeeze on his bicep so he knew she’d be back. She danced her way through the crowd to the DJ booth where, after a few moments of shouting back and forth and enunciating as much as possible, she finally got her song request in. The DJ looked at her a little confused but nodded and June turned, making her way back to her date.

Just as she reached Peter, the previous song came to an end and Kenny Loggin’s began to play over the speakers. The other people on the dance floor stopped abruptly and looked around, confused why a song was playing that came out before most of them were probably alive. But June kept her eyes fixed on the man in front of her, waiting for his reaction. If Peter wanted to get footloose, she’d offer him exactly that.

Interstellar Dance Champ || June & Peter Quill

Alcohol in space was more or less the same as it was on Earth, it just went by different names. It all had a similar burn though and sometimes Earth alcohols made their way into space. The only one he’d ever tried was whiskey so he stuck with that. The tequila shot she ordered sounded intriguing and he remembered a song about tequila, but he wasn’t about to risk making a dorky face in front of a beautiful woman he’d bragged about his dancing skills. He was familiar with whiskey and could down it easily without grimacing and making a total ass of himself. Peter confidently looked at the bartender and said, “I’ll take a whiskey.” Hopefully he didn’t ask for specific brands. All he knew was Jack Daniels was a thing and that was mostly because Lynyrd Skynyrd. When the bartender brought his drink over, he took a gulp and went on to answer her question, “Alcohol in Space tastes about the same, but goes by different names. Not quite sure what the equivalents are, but I know I enjoy whiskey.”

He returned to finishing off his drinks, but before he could even lift his glass he was being dragged onto the dance floor. Of course he didn’t recognize the song playing, but it had a good enough beat if he ignored the words. Anything could be danced too even if it wasn’t as good as the songs he was used to. Not every song could warrant being added to the Awesome Mix. That wouldn’t stop him from enjoying himself and showing off his dance skills anyway. He followed her onto the floor and let his arms snake their way around her waist. Peter found the beat easily and let his hips and feet sway along with it. A lot of the dancing going on around them seemed a bit… well, it seemed more like foreplay than what he would consider dancing. He was skilled with that too, but it was his dancing he was here to showcase. June was going to get the very best he had to offer. He pulled her closer to him, rocking her along with him and gestured to some kids dancing nearby, “I hope that’s not what you were expecting. My dancing inspiration comes from Footloose.”

Peter twirled her around when a key change popped up. He hadn’t gotten the chance to learn music formally, but he’d picked up on some things here and there from books he picked up during his travels. Nothing too informative, but he picked up on it all easily enough. He had a good ear for that sort of thing. The song itself was pretty simple and he was able to somewhat predict it’s progression making it easy to dance along with. He was smooth on his feet and could see June was enjoying herself. He gently pulled her closer to him again enjoying the feeling of her body close to his. There was no denying June was a beautiful woman and her dancing skills weren’t half bad either. She seemed to follow his moves naturally and she had a foxy air about her that left him inclined to follow her whims. He smirked and said, “Have I convinced you of my skill yet or am I going to have to start moon walking across the floor?”

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starkmanofiron replied to your post:[pm] If I bought you dinner, would it bump me up a few slots on your list?

[pm] Just waiting for the right time. So, how about it? Dinner?

[pm] Well, I'm glad it's the right time now. I'd be a fool to not let the illustrious Tony Stark take me out for a six star meal. When and where?