"Logan, I know he is a playboy, I'll be fine." Jubilee paused while he talked, filing her nails nonchalantly. "You of all people should know that the army teaches you a little something about self defence." She yawned and eyed her clock which read 12:42. She was sitting cross-legged in her bed wearing nothing but the 'Oh Canada' shirt she stole from Logan, her underwear, and a pair of ankle socks. "Logan it's late. I have to go. I'll be fine. Love you. OK. Uh huh. I'll give him an extra good kick in the balls for you if that happens. Bu-bye Wolvie."
She finally closed her cell phone and snuggled deep down into her extra-big, extra-comfy bed in her extra-big, extra-luxurious bedroom sanctioned to her by a Mister Anthony Stark. Making sure the boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and then invented a better silver spoon to suck on and his assistant were safe would be a piece of cake.
At 4:36 AM, Jarvis woke her. "Miss Lee, there is an intruder in the west wing of the house."
Her response was immediate. Jubilee grabbed her sunglasses and her hand gun and jogged down the wooden floored hallways silently. She looked around but saw no one at first.
"Mr. Stark is that you?" She asked rubbing the back of her head sleepily. She was suddenly painfully aware of the fact that she only wore Logan's over-sized t-shirt.
"Two minutes 38 seconds. Not bad, Miss Lee." He looked like he had been caught in a wind tunnel.
"Are you drunk?" She sat the gun down on the glass coffee table and walked over to him to help him to his room.
"'Oh Canada?' No. That's very un-patriotic, Private. I won't have it in my house. Take it off." He looked completely serious.
If looks could kill, Anthony Edward Stark would be just a memory. She stopped her tracks, on hand on her hip, the other at her side twitching so she wouldn't shove a handful of white hot plasma into her charge's face. Her face was a combination of anger, shock, and disbelief.
"Well?" Tony asked leaning back into his couch.
Jubilee was about to give into the desperate want to shove a fistful of fireworks into his cocky, egotistical mug but one thing stopped her. Colonel James Rhodes walked into the room, Tony's jacket in his arms. She stood up straight and, looking at something in the distance saluted. "Colonel Rhodes." She said simply.
He saluted as well. "Stand down, Solider. I'll take care of Tony."
Jubilee saluted again and grabbed her gun from off the table. As she walked back towards her room, she vowed to sleep in shorts from then on.