1. Never Paint the Mark 42 Iron Man Suit Pink
I skipped into the workshop, a huge grin plastered on my face. The room was quiet, so I jumped when I heard JARVIS' voice, spilling a bit of paint on my shirt.
"Ms. Turner, what are you doing?" The AI system enquired, his voice coming from somewhere above me.
"Nothing, JARVIS, just painting Tony's suit pink," I responded nonchalantly, a smirk on my face as I stood in front of the aforementioned suit.
"I will have to inform Mr. Stark," JARVIS warned. I looked up at the ceiling, my lower lip turned down in a pout.
"Could you please give me a two minute head start?" I begged. When no response came, I sighed. JARVIS would have answered if he had planned on helping me. But he didn't, so that meant that I had about one minute and thirty seconds before the self proclaimed genius himself came down and started yelling at me. That also meant that I had to do this quickly.
Grabbing my paintbrush, I set to work. I attempted to keep the paint off of the part where the eyes were, but since I'm really clumsy, I failed to do so. Paint was splattered everywhere after I had finished painting the head and the chest area. Unfortunately, time was running out, so I placed the can of paint on the ground. I figured that I had about thirty seconds to get out of the workshop, so I sprinted to the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly, impatiently, and rather nervously. It opened a few seconds later, revealing a very angry Tony Stark. I gulped.
"Sarah. What did you do?" He seethed. I stepped back slowly, my hands up defensively.
"Me? What makes you think I did anything?" I asked, giggling timidly. His eyes narrowed as his gaze moved from me to the pink suit on the wall.
"Why you little-" Before the billionaire had a chance to finish his sentence, I shrieked and put my hands over my ears.
"Tony! Stop! You can't swear in front of me. I'm a minor." Stark clenched and unclenched his fists as I spoke. "And, by the way, if you harm me in any way, I'm calling social services. Or I'll just tell Bruce and he'll Hulk-out on you." He glared at me for a good three minutes before he pushed me aside, moving over to his suit to inspect the damage. I began to back away and make my escape while I was still breathing, but Tony's words stopped me.
"You're grounded," he spat.
"You can't do that!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms.
"Actually, I can. I'm your legal guardian. And, even if I wasn't, this is my house. So you're grounded."
"Actually," I retorted, throwing his wording back at him. "You're not my legal guardian. Bruce is."
"I've heard it both ways," he stated. I sighed, marching into the elevator, leaving Tony to contemplate how he would get the paint off of his precious suit.
A/N: Hello! Thanks for reading this. It is very much appreciated.
I know this is an odd story, not because of the whole rules thing, I've seen that a million times, but because there's no background information about Sarah. For now, I'll leave it that way. If people want to see more, I might be interested in making a separate fanfic all about her and how she ended up living with the Avengers.
THANK YOU AGAIN FOR READING THIS. By the way, if you review, I'll give you a slice of apple pie.
(Oh, and did you see the Age of Ultron Trailer? I have it on going on a loop right now.)