Hell On Heels

Back Story: Chapter Two: Hawks and Hospitals: Tony's phone chat with Darcy's Boss, Curtis Sr.

"My boss called after I was gone a few days. I was trying to explain about a family emergency, but Tony thought it would be funny to take my phone. He then convinced my boss that I was playing hookey and spending my days in a teddy with my sugar daddy. Curtis Sr. fired me the moment I got my phone back."

Darcy yawned as she leaned back in her chair. She was currently sitting in what had been dubbed the common room, and she was alone and bored. Jane, Erik and Bruce were off working on some mystical sciency stuff, and who knew where Tony was. The man never did what anyone told him, or what he was suppose to do.

The newness of the tower had worn off the day before, so had the fact that she was living with Tony Stark. Now she just sat alone in a room wishing she had something more to do than watch tv and eat snacks. It was funny, most people would die to be in her position, but she really needed something to do. She feared for her sanity if she didn't.

Groaning when she heard her phone ring, Darcy pulled the small device from her pocket. She groaned even louder when she saw who it was.

"Hello Sir." She knew he would eventually call, but still she didn't want to deal with it.

"Ms. Lewis, you have been absent for far longer than any family emergency should take. Care to explain why you are not currently sitting at your desk?" Darcy really wanted to 'explain' why he was such a dick, but refrained. From what she had heard from her coworkers, Curtis Sr. didn't think anything was more important than work. It was said that he wouldn't even leave his office when his wife was giving birth. She had it on good authority that when his first son was born he actually had dictated a letter to his secretary to be sent to his wife, explaining why her choice of times to go in labor was inappropriate, and he would appreciate it if she would see fit to reschedule. It seemed ridiculous, but from what she had seen of the man she believed it.

"I'm sorry Sir, but things are taking a bit more time than expected." As she spoke, Darcy caught sight of the door to her right opening. She watched as Tony walked into the room, heading straight for the bar. She shook her head, he looked half drunk already.

"I don't care how much time it is taking, your obligation is to your job, Ms. Lewis. Your family surely understands this and would even encourage you to return to it." Darcy had to take a deep breath. Again she wanted to tell him how much of a fucking dick he was. It was so sad, he couldn't make a cup of his own fucking coffee. The world was surely about to end!

"I'm sorry Sir, but it's my mother. She is in the hospital, she's very sick. We're not even sure if she will survive. I'm the executor of her Will, and since my father is gone I need to be here." Darcy was proud of herself, she knew throwing in something like that would work in her favor. Her boss would never come between her and some action of the law.

"I understand Ms. Lewis, I know…." Darcy never got to hear the rest as Tony had crossed the room quickly and plucked her phone from her hands. She watched on in horror as Tony Stark, the anti-workman talked to her career obsessed boss.

"Hello?" Darcy hoped in vain that Tony would hand her phone back once he realized who she had been talking too.

"Oh! You're the old limp sausage that Darcy works for…no, no….probably, I mean I am Tony Stark….Oh? Yeah, Darcy has a wonderful work ethic doesn't she? I mean she can just keep going and going, not to mention all the coming and coming….Well you're a bit of a pervert, but if you really want to know, she's sitting here in bed in the fire engine teddy I bought her. She looks absolutely ravenous…..Oh, you think so….well she always does it for me…..oh don't tell me you've never been a Sugar Daddy, try it out sometime…..oh of course, here she is." By the time that Tony had handed her back her phone she knew she would one day kill the man.

"H-hello, Mr. Curtis? Look…."

"MS. LEWIS! I have never in all my life been subjected to such vulgar talk. And to think you were up for promotion! I will not have a common whore working around my sons, from this point on you no longer work for me."

"Fine! Not like making coffee for a dried up old piece of shit like you would have gotten me anywhere. And you want to talk about whore! Do you realize that Tess spends more time hidden beneath all of your sons' desks than behind a computer? Maybe you should ask Glen about why he needed that twenty-thousand dollar expense account when he had that business conference in Vegas. Pretty sure you didn't mean for that money to be spent on lingerie and booze. Good day!" Ok, so maybe outing a co-worker hadn't been a nicest thing to do, but Tess always rubbed her the wrong way. The little bitch had bragged after that conference. She was working on getting married to one of the brothers, she didn't care which.

"Brava! Darcy, Brava!" Clicking off her phone, Darcy turned and leveled a glare on Tony. If looks could kill, he would be a steaming pile of ash.

"Brava? You…you…ass! You got me fired?! Do you know how long it took me to find that job? And after that little stunt Mr. Curtis might actually blacklist me, he might be small town, but he knows people." Darcy was huffing when she finished, though Tony just stood and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, but you know me. If you wanted I could end his career, completely discredit him and buy you a job anywhere you wanted. Anyway, you are better off without that douchebag." Tony threw back the rest of his drink and left, leaving a fuming and confused Darcy in his wake. She was angry, and yet impressed. Could he really buy her any job she wanted?

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