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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Spoils" data-source="post: 1642342" data-attributes="member: 20599">Tony Stark dreams...Scene: first person view from the head of an oversized bed.  Rumpled silk sheets cover the bed, save for three feet poking from its edge.  The edge of a doorframe at the corner is dwarfed by a wall-sized painting.  An impressionist blending of stars, meteors, comets, and colorful nebulae race down the wall, changing, losing their hues and their detail at the bottom of the frame: all that remains are pixels and hints of 1s and 0s.  What outside light filters through the windows' hanging blinds does little to illuminate the room, giving it an almost film-noir quality.Tony Stark reflects, mellowing in the warmth of sherry in his blood and Sheryl in his bed.  Outside, the sun goes behind a cloud and the light fades.  Feeling an irrational, almost panicked need for light, Tony rushes to the window, drawing back the shades... but the light is suddenly gone, the windows opaque.  Feeling a sudden pounding in his head, Tony struggles to calm himself.  He turns toward the sound of Sheryl's pleasure but, even in the failing light, her new bedfellow is unmistakable: Iron Man.  Tony screams."Tony! Tony, wake up!  You're having a nightmare! Tony!"(Tony stirs) "Sheryl? Sheryl... no..." He awakes, seeing the look of worry in her eyes.  "Sorry..."  Tony shrugs himself away from her embrance and stands, stretching.Sheryl wraps herself in sheets and starts to follow him.  "Are you alright, Tony?  You kept saying my name, telling me no... what were you dreaming?""Oh, it was nothing, sweetheart," he said with a smile, "I just dreamed you were in bed with Bill Gates and... really honey... I felt for you."  Tony looked hard at the lights above him, suddenly distracted.  "Just a silly dream."  As Sheryl draws near, he innocently bends away from her, picking up clothes that lay scattered across the floor.  "You sure made a mess of these, hon.  What say I get them cleaned up for your show tonight?"Sheryl pulls the dress from his hands.  "They don't matter, Tony." As she carefully lays them out on the bed, she misses Tony's knowing smirk.  "They're just clothes."Tony laughs, knowing full well of Sheryl's love for expensive clothing; after all, he'd been gifting her with and later "unwrapping" expensive dresses for weeks.  "We both know how good you look in that dress, but compared to what's under that bedsheet, it's just an ..." reminded briefly of his dream, Tony's next words were barely a whisper, "expensive shell."Tony turned and almost ran for the door.  Without another glance back he said, "Sheryl, I've got to go.  Good luck tonight, you're gonna kill."  Five minutes and a cocktail later, Tony Stark - now Iron Man - leapt from the roof of his skyscraper, flying toward the Triskelion.  As he flew, he grepped every sensor readout for anything that could distract him and provide some much-needed release.  "I've spent so much time just playing, lately.  Maybe it's time for a change.  I'll send Sheryl another dress tomorrow, she'll understand."</blockquote>

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