Tony was rarely left speechless; especially by the presence of a woman. He shook himself mentally. "Sorry, sweetheart, but that's my seat" he offered, still a little shocked. She merely smiled up at him and patted the seat next to her invitingly. "Don't worry, Mr. Stark. I'll return it to you shortly. I was stranded here without a ride and your driver kindly offered to bring me home. It's not out of your way". Tony glanced questioningly at Happy, who was openly staring at the woman, his jaw literally dropped. Rolling his eyes, he cleared his throat, startling Happy from his ogling. "Since when did I give you permission to start a taxi service for beautiful women?" he whispered loudly, winking at her. He slid in and shut the door, keeping his glasses on as he turned to get a better look at her.

She was genuinely beautiful, he'd give her that. She had pale, smooth skin, with scattered freckles here and there. Thick, curly brown hair that fell past her waist in shimmering waves. Long, dark lashes shaded eyes that were pools of liquid chocolate…..wait a second. Liquid chocolate? Since when did he get all mushy when taking in a woman's looks? Thankfully he had kept his glasses on, so hopefully she hadn't noticed him openly staring…

"You should take a picture, they last longer", she said laughingly. "So you want a ride home AND a photoshoot?" he countered quickly. "Your wish is my command, Miss..?" She sighed, and suddenly sat forward and put her head in her hands. He frowned at the change in her demeanor. "Uh, you ok down there?" he asked awkwardly, and went to pat her back. She straightened up before he could touch her and scooted away from him. "This was a terrible idea, I should just call a cab…" she jerked open the door and tumbled out in a flash of curls and purple satin. She stopped to look at him for a few seconds, and he was shocked to see her eyes were full of tears. "I'm sorry, I just can't", she whispered.

During the drive home, Tony puzzled over what had just happened. It was absolutely unheard of. An attractive woman making her way into his car, getting past security, and then just running away? It just didn't make sense. Thankfully he'd worn his new stalker glasses prototype. He adjusted his shades and tapped a button on the side of his watch. The inside of the lenses turned into a mini-computer interface, and he quickly pulled up a camera roll. He'd managed to regain his wits enough to take a picture of her with the hidden camera just before she left. He knew there would probably be other pictures from security cameras around the building, but he wasn't patient enough to hack into the system right now. They probably wouldn't have the particular angle he wanted anyway. His glasses were suddenly filled with the image of her face, frozen in a smile. He searched her expression, trying to find something, anything out of the ordinary. Her eyes crinkled with her smile, but there was an underlying tension to them. Understandable, he probably made her nervous. Smirking, he scrolled down unashamedly to her breasts. The dress was modest, and covered any cleavage she had, leaving everything to the imagination. Slightly disappointed, he closed the program and took off his glasses. At least he knew that they worked.