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Hide, get out of it, run! These were the thoughts of Tony Stark as the sound of his shoes echoed on the street pavement, the fact was he was meant to be attending a meeting but damn he did not want to sit through another boring hour drowning in miserable words of the old farts of the board. Sure he'd get an ear full from Pepper but he couldn't handle it any more! There was only one place this genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist could hide. Starbucks. Pushing to a clear spot, the brunette bent over lightly, slender fingers gripping onto the inky black of his shirt as he panted, trying to regain composure. He couldn't be seen in such a