And what is time travel? But your pathetic attempt to try to control the world around you.

[amvstark]

Who: Tony Stark, Lex Luthor
What: We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories... and those that carry us forward are dreams.
Where: LexCorp

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[amvluthor]

"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist said smoothly, as if a shivering madman with a chunk of glowing metal in his chest had not just barged in. "Mr Luthor is a very busy man, and--"

"Mr Stark. I was wondering when you'd show up," said the very busy man, striding out of the elevator on the far end of the lobby, immaculate in a tasteful pinstriped suit and floral tie. "You're late. I did it thirty five minutes ago. Sorry."

The smirk on his face held no trace of apology whatsoever.

[amvstark]

Tony turned slowly to regard the man, expression cold. Lex was as much a foreboding presence in person as he was over the television screen, not a single non-existent hair out of place. The urge to bruise him beyond recognition hit Tony like a mack truck, but he withheld, and strode jerkily across the lobby to meet him.

"Where?" He said shortly.

[amvluthor]

"Doesn't matter. He's gone," Lex said with a dismissive wave of a hand. "And you can't bring him back. What, can't... handle the fact that things don't always go your way, Mr Stark?"

Lex was almost cheerful as he sauntered towards Stark, his easy elegant stride all too clearly spelling out how infuriatingly relaxed he was.

[amvstark]

Tony tried for an easy grin. It came out slightly warped, but recognizable nonetheless, as one of patronizing scorn. "You're right, Lex," he said, positively glacial. "I'm a really, horribly, terribly sore loser. And I don't like being told what I can and can't do."

They met halfway. Tony leaned forward.

"Show me where it is. Now."