She could hear the alarm blaring in his room as she walked down the hall. The alarm and horrid classic rock he always plays, and somehow slept through. She stood at the door, kicking it open with her foot, walking through carrying the tray of vitamins, and his breakfast.
"All right, Tony, rise and shine," Nienna called putting the tray on the desk. She walked over throwing the curtains open. "Now, Tony, and don't start whining about a long night."
There was a groan from under the sheets, but eventually, with the light shining brightly in his face, Tony sat up on his bed. He held up his hand, to block out the light as he glared over at Nienna. "Fine. I wasn't going to anyway." As he started to slip off the bed and pull on some pants, over his shoulder he called, "It wasn't long enough if you ask me."
Nienna rolled her eyes at him, picking up the clothes thrown about his room. She tossed them into the hamper. She watched him slowly worked his way up, and through the motions of the morning. "Tony, you haven't changed since you were a child," She remarked. "Even when you were small, you never thought you had enough sleep, but had no problem working on your little gadgets until wee hours in the morning."
"I would hardly call those wee gadgets," Tony replied, holding his toothbrush. "I still want to know why you don't age, Enna. You don't age at all. It is remarkable. I could use the fountain of youth story on you."
Nienna rolled her eyes pointing at the tray. "Just take your daily doses, make sure that reactor in your chest doesn't explode, and I will worry about my aging, thank you," She paused a moment, pulling up the calendar of the day. "You have a meeting with S. H. I. E. L.D at eleven, I believe it has to do with Captain America."
"The ever so amazing man my father always wanted me to live up to?" Tony asked, walking out, wiping his face. "Where is Pepper anyway? I thought she was my assistant."
"Tony, really…"
"She is my assistant is she not?"
"Tony, you made her president of Stark Inc. You cannot expect her to be your personal assistant," Nienna groaned. "I thought we discussed this. She appointed me your personal assistant. I think it's due to the training I had with your whole life of narcissism."
"I am not narcissistic," He argued. "I just have great self confidence."
Nienna paused pushing the hair out of her face. She shook her head, pulling the halogram wider, and handing him his coffee. She looked at her pad, typing in the details, then glanced up at him. There was a long silence before she looked at him.
"You are narcissistic," She argued. "It is a family trait."
"I am not a narcissist!"
"Sure, Sure, Tony, and I am not your living nanny."
She turned the hologram off, pushing the pad at him, bringing up the schedule. Some wondered how she had dealt with him for his whole life, and the honest answer was, she knew his back story. She was the one who raised him, though somewhere she had done a poor job of it. His parents were not the one reading him bedtime stories, dealing with his nightmares, or going to school functions. In fact, despite knowing Howard as a good man, when it came to his fathering skills, he seemed to fail at it. Still, the man had a good heart. She found working for the Stark family something of a great honor.
She watched Tony pout around like a child, and pondered what Pepper honestly saw in him. She got up, getting her coffee, and putting one in front of him. She gave him a look over, which resulted in his arms falling unfolded.
"Why am I even here?" Tony grumbled. "I have nothing to do with super soldier."
"Tony, behave," She ordered. "It could be critical, or rather important."
"For you, maybe, you were a babe when he was around," Tony remarked.
She sighed, deciding not to fight with him. She sat down in the seat, waiting for Fury to walk into the meeting room, the look on his face serious, but she knew something deeper. She sat forward, eyeing him.
"What is it, Nick?" She asked immediately.
"We found him," Nick announced. "We found the captain, and he's alive."