"JET!"
Jet jumped, ripping her headphones off of her head and glancing behind her, desk chair almost tipping over with her sudden movements.
She ungracefully crashed to the floor with a shriek and in a tangle of limbs and swivel chair as her office door opened, the familiar face of her best friend peeking in.
"SHUT UP, JAY! NOT ONE WORD!" Jet chided, glaring up at him as she scrambled back to her feet, setting the chair back upright.
Jay raised an eyebrow, dark eyes crinkling as a smirk overtook his face.
"Whatever you say, Zoom. I'll just make sure to tell everyone else to forget what a complete clod you are too." He snickered, holding up his hands to attempt to block the barrage of playful punches directed at him.
"SHUT UP! I just turned around too fast is all."
"You, Juliet, are a completely uncoordinated baby giraffe, but I love you anyway." Jay pressed, crossing his arms as Jet relented.
She rolled her eyes, returning to her chair and sitting indian style.
"What's up, Jay?" Jet grumbled, snickering as Jay plopped down on the edge of her desk.
"Do you wanna play Call of Duty? You said today was your off day and I'm bored." He whined, poking her arm as she went back to editing the video she was currently working on.
"Yeah, well, you convinced me that I needed to go to that frat party last night, sooo I didn't get it finished like I'd planned." She sighed, unable to not be amused by the pout on her friend's face.
"You suck."
"I'm commited."
"How's your other project coming along?" Jay asked, desperate to aleviate his boredom and willing to use any means necessary.
"You mean hacking into Stark Industries?" Jet replied, quirking an eyebrow, eyes glued to the screen.
"No, I was talking about how you're working on not hating your brother and uncle." He deadpanned, earning another swing at his face.
"Fuck you dude."
"Yes, I'm talking about your terrifying knowledge of tech and codebreaking." Jay groaned, stretching.
Jet simply kept typing furiously at the keyboard, choosing to ignore him and focus on the second computer monitor.
Numbers rapidly moved as a timer counted down at the corner, signaling that her software was doing it's job.
"I'll be in within the hour, not to worry." She assured, a yawn escaping her lips.
"I just don't understand why you want to hack Stark's servers?"
"Because the suit is freaking awesome and I want one?" Jet screeched in exasperation, hands flying up in the air.
"And what makes you think that y-"
"SHUUUUUTTTT UP!" She hissed, the counter reaching zero.
"Ooohhhh can I watch?"
"JAY!"
Jay leaned back, watching Jet scoot closer to the screen, eyes scanning the multiple messages popping up faster than he could keep track of.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." Jet muttered, her rapid typing turning to frantic pounding.
"Should I be concerned?"
"No...I just tripped a fucking firewall. Stark thinks he's smart, buuutttt...I'm smarter."
Her phone began to buzz, Jet motioning for Jay to answer the vibrating object.
Jay shook his head, grabbing the phone and tapping the answer button.
"Hi, is this the person who's hacking my system?"
Jay howled, pure shock racing through him and effectively scaring Jet.
"IT'S TONY FUCKING STARK!"
Jet froze, slowly turning to take the phone.
"Um, hello?"
"Yes hi, this is Tony fucking Stark. Can you not mess with my computers anymore please?"