A/N: I've actually had this one sitting around my iPhone for a while! Finally got around to posting it ;_;
Tony Stark looked at the woman currently boarding one of his spare motorcycles. "You're sure you have to leave?" he called. "I could always use a nice-looking bodyguard. I don't actually *need* a bodyguard, but publicly—" His ramblings were cut short by the rev of the bike's engine.
As Agent Romanov sped away without reply, Tony yelled, "I'll have my people call your people!"
He was about to turn away when he detected movement out of the corner of his eye. Slowly, he turned to see a dark shape slip into the room and rest with its back against the door frame. "Jarvis?" Tony questioned softly.
"No security breach detected."
"Got to update that damn software," he muttered under his breath and turned towards the security breach. "You people are really starting to piss me off."
The shape detached itself from the wall. It turned out to be a man in stereotypical dark clothing with a very unorthodox set of weaponry. Tony saw a bow slung over the intruder's shoulder, as well as the top of a quiver poking up from behind his back. "Who the hell are you?" the billionaire demanded.
Instead of answering, the archer returned with another question. "Have you seen a woman? Dark red hair?"
Tony jerked a thumb towards the opening that the motorcycle had sped out of. "She just left, Katniss."
In the dimness, Tony saw the archer raise his eyebrows at the reference, but he seemed to let the comment slide. Instead, he suddenly raced past Tony, heading towards the line of expensive cars Tony left for his own personal display. As the intruder passed, Tony saw an eagle symbol on his vest.
The archer vaulted over the door of a convertible, somehow managing to both unsling his bow and pull an arrow out of his quiver all before his ass hit the expensive driver's seat. "Hey, genius, you don't have any keys," Tony said, still having not moved from his spot. It wasn't as though this guy was going to be able to steal—
Tony had thought the tip of the arrow looked a bit strange, but he was even more confused when the archer jammed it into key slot. "What the hell are you doing?" He was sincerely regretting leaving his suit in the other room.
Again, the archer answered him with a question of his own. "Where did she go?"
"How the hell should I know?" Tony was too busy staring at his poor, soon-to-be-stolen car.
"Dammit, Natasha," the archer sighed, and twisted the shaft of the arrow as though it was an extra-long key. The engine thrummed to life with the satisfying purr of a sports car. He hit the gas, and sped out of the garage after his mysterious friend, the arrow still sticking out of the steering column. Tony was left gaping.
Finally, after the engine noise faded, Tony turned away, growling under his breath. "Jarvis, call Director Fury. I've got some stolen property to yell about."