Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm just playing with the parts for my entertainment. (Buffy owned by Joss Whedon and that team, Iron Man universe owned by Marvel, but also the movie was really John Favreau's baby, I just like to play with the world he created.)
A/N: This story was actually completed sometime in 2012, as the prequel to what is supposed to be two split universe options, but I was never happy with this story, so it really stunted continuing on with the others and posting this one. I finally got some inspiration and started rewriting this last week, and now, due to smolder's wonderful writing philosophy, I'm gonna start posting and just see what happens.
He watched her dancing from his spot in the VIP section, and saw clearly he wasn't the only one. An attractive brunette pressed against her, and the two women continue to dance. He wanted to join them, but, upon making eye contact with her, he knew she was just playing bait. He hated this, waiting, watching. Soon they were slipping through the crowd and heading towards a side door. He watched, three others moved from the crowd, discretely following, if he hadn't been watching, he'd have missed it. Silently, he brought up the rear.
From the doorway to the alley, he found her surrounded by the three new comers, the first already gone. Their faces had shifted and ridges dominated what had formerly look like the human visage. She fought the three remaining with skill and speed. The last one lunged towards him, and he wondered vaguely if it meant to use him as leverage, but the thought was short lived as she threw her wooden stake and it exploded into a pile of dust.
"You shouldn't follow me," she shook her head, walking over to come back inside.
"I just wanted to make sure you didn't get locked out," he smiled cheekily.
A roll of her eyes, and his grin widened.
"Any more or is it safe to have fun now, Annie?" he asked as they walked back to their table.
"Who said I wasn't having fun?" She smirked, an expression only weeks before he wouldn't have expected to see on her face. Then, leaning close to his ear she whispered, "Don't worry, Tony, I'm still the most dangerous one here."
Taking off her jacket, she threw it onto the chair, downed one of the glasses of champagne on the table and headed back towards the floor. He stood distracted momentarily, watching as blond hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back, his eyes lingering further as her hips moved gracefully in very tight leather. Yes, very distracted, before he took off after, happy to join the girl who'd easily attracted the attention of everyone on the floor.
Rupert Giles rolled his eyes at the latest phone call he'd taken. Joyce Summers hovered nearby, waiting to hear the latest news on her daughter.
"They said the slayer was in Ibiza
cleaning up raves all weekend," he told her, hanging up the phone.
"Ibiza, how's that possible? She doesn't even have a passport," Joyce asked shaking her head.
"It might be the new slayer, the council hasn't given any information on her. You're right, it's unlikely to be Buffy," he agreed, sitting down. "The reports are getting more and more spread out. There's no doubt, someone with the ability to travel almost anywhere has taken up slaying recently."