If you are reading this. Thank you so much. This is my first fan fiction story. So I hope you like it.

Obviously I don't own the Avengers or Tony Stark unfortunately.

It is the beautiful season of spring. The flowers are blooming, just like a certain budding relationship. Nick Fury is busy annoying the crap out of me when Tony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, walked into my office.

"Why hello there Ally. What are you up to?" Tony hollered, ignoring Fury.

"Mr Stark, I was in the middle of giving agent Vega orders," Fury shouted while he briskly walked over to Tony giving him a light shove.

"And I care why?"

"Why do I even bother?" Fury stomped out of the room huffing.

Tony turned towards me and slandered over and leaned on my desk.

"What do you want Mr Stark?" I said annoyed.

"Now Ally, I told you to call me Tony."

"That would imply that we are friends, however we are not."

"I am offended! I thought we had something," He cried dramatically.

"Something bad. Now please leave, Fury has left me so much crap to get through. So can we save this annoying banter act for another time?"

"Man that cuts deep," He mumbled, walking out of the room.

"Bye Tony." I said with a smile.

"You called me Tony!" He shouted excitedly, popping his head back into my room quickly before departing.

He is so annoyingly cute. What to do? Every time I see him I can feel myself getting more and more attracted to him. Ever since Pepper broke up with him because he's apparently too hard to deal with, Tony has been a bigger playboy than usual. He is playful and cute, but he can be caring and sweet. I have thought about being with him for quite a while now, but there are so many factors. Fury would be furious, see what I did there? Anyway, what if something went wrong and we got into a fight? That would make working together impossible. I have to do something about this.

I slowly get up from my table and trudge over the door. As I am about to grab the handle, it twists and the door opens.

A startled Tony Stark emerges. I try to say something, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. We stare at each other for what feels like years before I muster up the courage to speak.

"Mr Stark, what are you doing here?"

"I, ah, wanted to ask you a question."

I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"There is this girl. She is everything I would ever want. She is smart, witty but sweet, but most of all she challenges me and makes me want to be a better man. I know it sounds corny, but I don't know who else to talk to. What do I do to make her see how I feel?" He almost whispered.

My heart sank as I wondered who this girl could be.

"You're really in a pickle huh?"

"Yeah. Ally, please help me. I want to be with her, but I still partly want to be me," he pleaded.

"Well any sane girl would love you just for being you. Just be yourself and do what you think she will like. But don't do anything creepy or stalkerish. Then she won't like you."

He contemplated my advice for a minute before a cheeky grin crossed his face. He looked like a little boy in a candy store.

"You're right. Thanks Ally," he squeezed me in a hug before departing the room.

Sometimes I wonder what floats around in that brilliant head of his. Equations? Naked girls? He is a playboy after all. I should probably train a bit since Fury wants me to bust these drug dealers tonight. Seriously, I have been here just the same amount of time as Hawkeye and he gets all the exciting jobs that involve fighter jets and hornets. I'm even older than him by a few months! Don't get me wrong I love the joker, he's my best friend, but I just get jealous of how Fury keeps favouring him. When do I get a serious job around here? All these weird men that think they are all that, when I can take them out in one punch. Maybe if I got Tony's help, I could hack into the SHIELD data base and checkout some cases that I could take. That sounds like a plan! But first, training. I can't be going soft on these idiots.

I make my way down to the training room where I grab my weapons belt that includes an AK47, a couple of hand guns, 6 knives of various sizes, an electric pulse Taser and a metre of razor sharp wire. The 150 dummies around the room are all disarmed and in pieces in a matter of minutes. I look back at my work thinking that it's not my best work, but hey I'm conflicted! I reload my guns, retrieve all my equipment and load it back into my belt. Just as I am about to depart the training room I hear slow clapping behind me. I swiftly grab my guns and point them at the culprit.

So there it was. Thanks for reading and I will be putting up a new chapter in a day or so. Please review. :)