What happens in Vegas never really stays in Vegas.

[taser_warrior]

After a few more seriously awkward phone calls, promised explanations, finding pants and checking out of the hotel lobby she was in a car driving to the airport with Tony. She hadn't honestly expected to actually escape for awhile but considering how bat shit the press was apparently going back in New York over the world's most eligible bachelor

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[nottheworsthing]

When it came to being harassed by the paparazzi, Tony was a man of wide and varied experience. But even he had been taken aback by the media circus which had literally sprung up overnight around their unexpected marriage. Apparently getting hitched was a bigger story than being Iron Man. What the hell, America? Really? His phone went off, the opening notes of Sweet Child o' Mine filling the car. He spared it a brief glance before electing to ignore it; the caller gave up before the drums came in.

"So," he said. "Pick a country, any country. Paris is nice but it's kind of a cliche. Greece is nice this time of year. Shame about the riots though." In the background his phone rang again: Queen's Hammer to Fall this time, indicating that someone had finally shown Thor how to use the cell phone SHIELD had given him. Tony stared warily at it for a few lines before very carefully picking it up and turning it off.

[taser_warrior]

Staring at his phone as if it was going to bite her, she relaxed when it eventually went to voice mail, but you could practically just see her level of freakout escalate the slightest bit at his ringtone, the thought of that song immediately making her think of the big guy. God she was going to have a lot of explaining to do, and a fuck ton of 'You still love me right?' cookies to bake. Nodding at his exclamation about Greece, Darcy leaned her forehead on the window, watching the scenery pass as she mulled over a few options.

"Spain? I'd say we could go to Hawaii but I think we'd be found there pretty fast. Generally just somewhere with a beach would be nice."

[nottheworsthing]

"Spain works," Tony replied, and grinned, "We could have that weekend in Barcelona in a hotel with a bottle of chocolate sauce I've heard so much about." Four dozen phonecalls a minute aside, it was weird how...not-different being married was. Even if the word itself still freaked him out a bit, the reality of it actually wasn't too bad. The teasing and flirting and banter hadn't changed. If they weren't fleeing the country to escape the wrath of various concerned and/or murderous friends and relatives it would be just like any other morning after.

[taser_warrior]

Glancing away from the buildings and ridiculous atmosphere that Vegas seemed to automatically present to outsiders, Darcy smiles back at him. "Sounds magical, maybe we can even try out one of those clubs I hear so much about."

She was surprised how, minus her freakouts and the threat of death by their loved ones, easy this was. She'd always had this sort of stigma attached to marriage and life in general because of her mother, but this just felt normal.
Darcy didn't expect it to feel that way all the time, but for right now it felt right, because minus the ring on her finger and the 'wedding' pictures on their phones this was still Tony.