Prompt: "you're starting to make sense and that's terrifying" – Natasha/Tony
"Makes Sense"
No one said that a master assassin had to be all elusive all the time. At least, that's what Natasha told Tony when he found her eating toast and jam at the table in the Tower. Tony just sputtered, almost spilling his coffee all over himself.
"Romanoff, how the hell did you get in?" he screeched – though he would end up denying it to anyone who asked.
Said assassin merely smirked at him over her toast. True, it wasn't really the best time for toast – seven in the evening – but she wanted toast and apricot marmalade, dammit! The genius before her, obviously running on too much coffee and too little food and sleep, took her silence as a reason to continue with his rant. "I mean, good God, you're a fucking ninja! The security in this tower, especially on my personal floors, of which this is one, is unparalleled. Seriously, how the—" His non-stop verbal vomit (did the man even breathe?) was halted by Natasha's raised eyebrow.
She began speaking slowly, a smirk (a rare sight) spreading across her face. "I walked up. Your cameras? They have blind spots miles wide. Guards? Really Stark? Find men who don't actually fall for the 'toss-a-pen-away' trick. Every one of them fell for that. Your private floors? The ductwork is surprisingly large and extremely unsupervised."
Tony stopped short. "So…you literally were able to waltz into my kitchen?"
The spy inclined her head, smirk still firmly in place. "Easier than getting you to hire me as a PA."
Tony blinked once, then blinked again. "You're starting to make sense, and that's terrifying. I need to up security."
Natasha tilted her head just slightly, face sliding back to blankness. "Oh, I wouldn't worry. There are only five other people that I know who could do what I did, and fit in the ducts."
Tony stared at her. "And?" he prodded.
The spy let her lips twitch again. "One of them is an Avenger. The rest…I'm pretty sure that they hate you."
The genius spluttered. "Not funny, Romanoff!" He looked down for a few seconds into his coffee mug. He could've sworn that he saw something fly into it, and bugs were not cool. When he looked up, Natasha Romanoff was gone. "She's a ninja, I swear," he muttered.
"JARVIS?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Note all potential weaknesses mentioned by Agent Romanoff and fix them. Then run simulations to find others. I don't want a visitor again."
"Very well sir. Shall I open the mini bar?"
"Oh J, you are the best. I need a scotch."
xXx
Two weeks later, after any upgrades had been made, Tony was once again surfacing from a very long Science!ing spree. He looked up from his coffee and screeched in surprise (this was becoming annoying...) at the visitor in front of him, eating what seemed to be a bagel.
"Hey, Stark. You do realize that your security sucks, right?"
"Barton…"
Well, that was short and sweet. If it sucks, don't hesitate to tell me. It's currently 1am and I just wanted to write something. So...yeah.
Reviews/feedback is always welcome! (Please? Natasha will find you as you sleep if you don't!) :D