POI fic: Clothes make the man
TITLE: POI fic: Clothes make the man
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 276
SUMMARY: Crossover fusion with Iron Man
John was as surprised as the police when the sassy, smartly dressed woman barged into the police station, posting his bail and demanding his release. He was intrigued enough by her attitude, a mix of sympathy and disdain, to allow himself to be persuaded to see her boss. She was quiet on the way to the meeting, but their bulky driver more than made up for it with his almost non-stop chatter. At the park John was surprised to meet the famous but reclusive billionaire inventor. Although intrigued by the man’s somewhat vague job offer, John refused. The billionaire just smiled and gave him a card with a number on it “for when you change your mind.”
John held out for three days before his curiosity finally got the better of him. He had also been at loose ends for too long and was secretly hoping that this nebulous position might offer him a new purpose. So he cleaned himself up, called the number, and was driven out to the billionaire’s estate by the chatty driver. He was greeted with a knowing smile by the assistant, who led him down to the billionaire’s work room. When John asked for more particulars about the job, he was surprised and a bit alarmed when the billionaire asked him to take off his clothes. “what’s wrong with my clothes” John asked, glad that Carter had left them alone but not sure that she wasn’t still observing them remotely. “Nothing” the billionaire replied soothingly, “although I think you will find my suit a bit more…versatile” and he pushed a button to reveal a gleaming red and gold suit of armor.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 276
SUMMARY: Crossover fusion with Iron Man
John was as surprised as the police when the sassy, smartly dressed woman barged into the police station, posting his bail and demanding his release. He was intrigued enough by her attitude, a mix of sympathy and disdain, to allow himself to be persuaded to see her boss. She was quiet on the way to the meeting, but their bulky driver more than made up for it with his almost non-stop chatter. At the park John was surprised to meet the famous but reclusive billionaire inventor. Although intrigued by the man’s somewhat vague job offer, John refused. The billionaire just smiled and gave him a card with a number on it “for when you change your mind.”
John held out for three days before his curiosity finally got the better of him. He had also been at loose ends for too long and was secretly hoping that this nebulous position might offer him a new purpose. So he cleaned himself up, called the number, and was driven out to the billionaire’s estate by the chatty driver. He was greeted with a knowing smile by the assistant, who led him down to the billionaire’s work room. When John asked for more particulars about the job, he was surprised and a bit alarmed when the billionaire asked him to take off his clothes. “what’s wrong with my clothes” John asked, glad that Carter had left them alone but not sure that she wasn’t still observing them remotely. “Nothing” the billionaire replied soothingly, “although I think you will find my suit a bit more…versatile” and he pushed a button to reveal a gleaming red and gold suit of armor.