Okay, so I understand that my Percy Jackson and the Commander of Chaos story needs a little love, but I'm completely and utterly stuck at the moment. As for my other one, the Games of Chaos. It's on Wattpad, on my friends accound. If you want to continue reading that, search up Book_Land or, Games of Chaos.

Anyway, back to whatever I'm trying to say here. I'm currently in a HUGE Avengers (AND IRON MAN :D) phase and so, I figured, what the heck?

I'm asking for PROMPTS people! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. You submit your prompts, I choose the ones I can work with. So, yeah. I'll probably end up choosing yours at some stage unless I get too many to keep up with (which I highly doubt).

But I'm just gonna shut up now... after I tell you that I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE AVENGERS OR THIS SCENE!

And yeah. This is a scene from Iron Man 2, with 'Natalie Rushman' (or Black Widow... or Natasha Romanoff), only it gives a bit more insight into 'Natalie's ideas on the whole ordeal. This is just a story I'm putting up so I'm not breaking any rules by doing the whole 'A/N' chapter thing.

One last thing. The only things I ship in the group are; Pepperony, Clintasha and... you know, the actual pairings. I'm sorry, but Steve and Tony (or Stony, whatever the heck it is that people call it) makes me want to barf up last week's breakfast. And I don't even remember what I had for breakfast last week, so y'know, I kinda don't want to find out. Not to mention Loki and Tony (whatever the name for that pairing is called). I'm sorry but that just gives me nightmares (not really, I'm exaggerating).

So... READ ON PEOPLE


PROMPT #1 – The real Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff (or in this case, Natalie Rushman) was a lot of things; a super assassin, the Black Widow, even an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. But she certainly was not an assistant to Anthony Edward Stark.

In fact, she hated him. At least, she thought she did. Then he opened up to her on the night of his birthday asking her what she would do if it was her last birthday (which she knew, as much as he assured her it was hypothetical, was quite a relevant question), and suddenly, she found herself feeling sorry for him.

She'd walked into his bedroom, the preparations for his birthday already in full swing, to find him with his shirt unbuttoned. He was standing in front of a mirror, peering at his arc reactor and she just managed to catch a glimpse of a crossword of what looked like bulging purple veins spiraling out from his chest. No, she wasn't looking (so get your brains out of the gutter) but she was trained as an assassin, and assassins were supposed to be alert.

His face was creased with the worry that he worked so hard to keep hidden from the public. In fact, here in the seclusion of his own room, he no longer kept up his walls and 'badass' act and allowed his feelings to overtake his cool demeanor.

Natasha – ahem – Natalie Rushman walked through the door and peered at the billionaire. "Do you know which watch you'd like to wear tonight, Mr Stark?" she asked coolly. She sauntered over to his chest of drawers and placed the brown box in her hands down.

"Uh," he glanced at her quickly before resuming in the buttoning up of his maroon shirt (something that took Natalie by surprise. Stark was known for unbuttoning his shirt in the close proximity of a woman). "I'll give them a look."

Natalie blew a strand of cherry-red hair out of her pale face and picked up a bottle of champagne, giving it a shake. She felt uncomfortable in the short, tight, pale brown dress that she currently wore and though she would never admit it, her feet were practically dying in the tall heels on her feet. She was silent as she poured the champagne into an elegant, and expensive looking, glass.

"I should probably cancel the party, huh," Tony said, turning back to Natalie. His shirt was completely buttoned now, but Natalie could see the faint blue glow of the arc reactor shining through the material. She wondered how he was able to live with something so alien residing in his body.

"Probably," Natalie turned to him, cradling the glass in both hands.

"Yeah," he said, walking toward her. "Because its, um-"

But Natalie cut him off, and took a step toward him. "Ill timed?" she supplied.

"Right," he said, swallowing slightly. "Sends the wrong message..."

"Inappropriate," she was standing right in front of him now and both of them stopped walking.

He gave her a calculating stare as she handed him the glass of champagne and took a sip, not once taking his eyes off of her face.

"Is that dirty enough for you?" She asked as he lowered the glass from his lips.

"Uh," he looked slightly awkward in front of her steely gaze. "Gold face, brown band – I'll give that a look." He avoided her question, instead talking about his watches, and began turning away, not before telling her to bring the watches over to him. He set his glass down on a small table next to a dark leather couch as she walked back over to the box she had carried in earlier.

He sat down on the couch as she brought the box over to him and he took t from her. "I'll take that," he said. "Why don't you, uh..." he trailed off as she took a seat on the armrest.

They stared at each other for a moment and Natalie couldn't help but notice the vacant and slightly nervous expression on his face. Perhaps he was scared of her because of the way she had single handedly taken down Happy, or perhaps there was just something else lingering on his mind. Before she left the room tonight, she determined to find out what it was.

She leant forward and dabbed some foundation on his face, only to hide the bruising and red slash on his left cheekbone. "I've gotta say, it's hard to get a read on you," he stated as she applied it to his face.

She smiled inwardly. Well, that was all part of her training, was it not? If he couldn't read her emotions properly, then clearly she was doing her job properly. To be completely honest, she prided herself on being able to read other people, all the while being able to keep herself bottled up and hidden.

"Where are you from?" he added and she smiled, openly this time.

She told him, though of course it wasn't the truth. Nothing was the truth when you worked undercover. You were someone else, and Natasha worried that she spent more time as Natalie than she did as herself.

"Can I ask you a question, hypothetically?" He looked up at her and she took her hand away from his face. He didn't wait for her to answer, however, and Natalie hadn't planned on it. She knew he was going to ask her no matter what she said, so she settled for keeping silent and waiting for him to ask her. "Bit odd - If this was your last-" He brought his hand up and rubbed at his forehead, wincing slightly. "-Birthday party you were ever gonna have, how would you celebrate it?" He took his hand away from his face and looked at her again.

So, there it was. This was clearly the reason behind his anxiety. He thought he was going to die from the Palladium poisoning. Natalie thought Fury might know where he could find a replacement, but she wasn't one hundred percent positive.

She gave him a calculating look and decided to just answer his 'hypothetical' question without an interrogation. "I'd do whatever I wanted to do... with whoever I wanted to do it with." She smiled slightly at him. For once this wasn't annoying, attention seeking, Tony Stark, this was the real him. The man that really did care about his own health and the safety of the people he loved.

Though, that man clearly went AWAL later when he got drunk and went completely nuts in his suit. But for once, Natalie (or Natasha) decided to forget it. She decided that the man should really be able to let loose sometimes and decided just to smile and go with it... aside from when he went nuts and you know -destroy half his house.


A/N: Just recapping my earlier AN for the people out there who were too lazy to read the AN at the beginning. Chill, this one's shorter.

I'm asking for PROMPTS people! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. You submit your prompts, I choose the ones I can work with. So, yeah. I'll probably end up choosing yours at some stage unless I get too many to keep up with (which I highly doubt).

One last thing. The only things I ship in the group are; Pepperony, Clintasha and... you know, the actual pairings. I'm sorry, but Steve and Tony (or Stony, whatever the heck it is that people call it) makes me want to barf up last week's breakfast. And I don't even remember what I had for breakfast last week, so y'know, I kinda don't want to find out. Not to mention Loki and Tony (whatever the name for that pairing is called). I'm sorry but that just gives me nightmares (not really, I'm exaggerating).

PROMPTS PEOPLE!