Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers-if I did I'd have Tony and Bruce entertain me at work (which happens to bein a lab ). I only own Ivy.
Tony was down in his lab as usual when Jarvis announced that he had a visitor in the penthouse
"Who? " He asked making his way to the elevator.
"They requested for me not so say Sir."
Tony sighed , "Jarvis, remember that little talk we had about letting just anyone into the upper levels?"
"With respect Sir, I believe you know her quite well."
Her? Tony mentally compiled a list of previous one night stands, past employees, deranged/obsessed fans...
As soon as Tony stepped out of the elevator he froze. A woman with curly waist length brown hair was lounging on one of the plush couches as if she owned the place, although her tapping foot and drumming fingers betrayed how uncomfortable she really was. Pepper sat in one of the armchairs also looking a little uncomfortable. The brunette woman looked over at Tony and gave a wide smile.
"Get. Out." Tony spat making his way to the bar.
"Hello to you to." The woman said with a humourless chuckle.
"What do you want?" Tony poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp.
"Don't." He warned noticing the womans disapproving look,
"I don't want anything." She said holding her hands up in a placating gesture,
"I 'm moving back to New York and just thought I'd check in...and maybe see if you'd finally-"
"What do you think?" Tony poured himself another drink; the woman bowed her head slightly.
"Obviously not. I'll leave you to it." She stood up and made her way over to the elevator and pressed the down button, fighting to keep her composure until the doors closed.
"Who was that Tony?" Pepper asked, Tony snorted in response.
"Shockingly I'm not the black sheep of the Stark family."
Steve made his way back after a jog around the city, things had been quite for the past few months leaving him with a lot of pent up energy. He did a quick scan of the street as he made his way up the steps to the tower, a little ritual he had developed. No matter how many times he did it he always noticed something new. What he did not notice was the young woman just leaving and consequently running into him.
"Watch where you're going!" she snapped.
"Excuse me Miss." Steve said out of habit more than anything. She'd run into him after all.
"No, I'm sorry." She said running a hand through her hair before looking up at him with wet eyes and a sad smile. "My fault, I shouldn't have snapped at you."
"Are you alright Miss." Steve asked taking note of her distress, she nodded rapidly.
"Fine, just a bad morning is all, and don't call me Miss." She moved around him and made her way down the steps. "My name's Ivy." She called back "Ivy Stark."