TICK, TOCK. TICK, TOCK. TICK, TOCK.
A pair of red eyes flicked on back and forth, on beat to the enormous clock before him that was hanging on the wall. His tongue, along with the clock's ticking, also started clicking along to the beat. His gloved hands on his hips, Tony didn't even move a mere second, being too mesmerized with the clock. Clocks showing off the time...
A sudden, slender object poked his arm.
TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK.
"Time is important..." he muttered through his tongue-clicking, watching the dark red seconds hand tick away with each passing second. "As this clock expresses..."
Loud sighs of annoyance were emitted once he said that, and the poking on his arm got a bit aggressive. "Tony!"
The male didn't budge or even acknowledge the fact that someone was calling out to him. His whole attention was focused on the big clock hanging on the wall. He did, however, stop the wooden pencil that was poking at his arm. "A unique trait it possesses..."
A long, thin hand reached out, and stopped the seconds hand from continuing its ticking session, messing up the clock's time sequence. Tony's velvet red eyes widened in surprise, and let out a gasp. "What the—" To his horror, the seconds hand started to reverse, going counterclockwise. He snapped himself out of his trance towards the clock, and stepped back. "WRONG! THE CLOCK CANNOT GO BACKWARDS!" He stared at the hand toying with the clock, and moved over to see who it was. He paled a bit as he finally saw who it was, and groaned. "Paige!"
Paige stared at him, unamused as she continued to turn around the seconds hand on the clock counterclockwise, eventually having the minutes hand also start moving like that. "You're annoying with your ticking. I can hear it down the hall," she stated bluntly. "It's a waste of time; it's merely a clock."
"NONSENSE!" Tony screeched, grabbing onto her wrist that was messing with the clock. He pulled it away from the hanging object, and growled at her. "Time is important; it's no waste of time."
"Do something else, like color or read," she suggested, her blunt face splitting into a wide grin. "Express your creativity!"
Tony groaned again, before regaining his posture. His red irises stared at her as he hatched an idea, and bit back a smirk daring to taint his lips. "Then won't you mind if I color in green? Or read Green Eggs and Ham?"
He sweatdropped a bit as he realized that he had perhaps shouldn't have said that. Her grin fell from her face, being replaced by a wide, serious look. "Oh, don't you know, Tony?" Paige whispered lowly, raising the pencil in her hand up to his neck, the sharp point barely touching his skin. "Green is not a creative color."
"As a clock isn't a waste of time, my dear," he responded back, suddenly pulling her close. His gloved hand tilted her head up close to his own, and he finally smirked at her. "Yes?"
"Indeed," she purred back, still keeping a firm hold on her pencil against his skin, giggling.
He pulled her back, and twirled her rather cutely, letting her rather peculiar white dress flutter around with her. "Come, Paige, my sweet, creative dear! Let's go on a journey through time!" He stopped twirling her, and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body against his own. His lips pressed against her neck, and he trailed kisses over neck, up to her lips.
"T-Tony..." she squeaked out on his sudden act of romance. She felt his hand run up her slender leg, up to her thigh—
"Let's go on a creative journey through time..." Tony murmured, pulling her into a heated kiss.