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Issie closed the door of the cab and hefted her backpack over her shoulder. She looked up at the tall tower and her sigh turned into a smile as she walked through the double doors. This time there was a receptionist that stopped her from taking the elevator and would not believe her when she said that she was expected.

"Call Mr Stark, I'm expected and I'm going to be late." Issie shifted her bag again. She watched as the woman gave her a tight smile.

"You are not in the computer. I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to go upstairs." Neither women heard the elevator or the foot steps coming closer to the welcome desk.

Steve watched both women as he walked through the nearly empty lobby, JARVIS had announced that Issie had been detained by the receptionist and he had very quickly volunteered to go get her. He had also pointedly ignored Natasha's knowing smirk and Tony's ribbing as he entered the elevator. Now as he walked toward the woman who had kept his niece safe, who had taken two bullets, who had held her own against 12 armed men, and still said she would come back and watch Emma again. Her purple tinted hair was up in what Natasha had called a 'messy bun', her hair stuck out and had started to slouch out of the hair tie and escape. He walked up behind her and suppressed the smirk that wanted to make itself known as the receptionist's eyes grew large and her lips pressed together. Issie still didn't know he was there.

Issie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Kids she could handle, had an overwhelming amount of patience for them, but adults? Nope, none. She opened her eyes when she felt a presence behind her and spun to face a … large white star? She looked up to see bright blue eyes that held mirth and a smirk.

"Miss Trenton, I'm glad you could make it. Are you having trouble locating the elevator?" He raised an eyebrow and Issie scowled at him.

"No, I can find the elevator, thank you very much. There is, however, question as to if I am allowed to use the elevator." She switched shoulders with her bag and placed her hands on her hips and watched as Captain America gave a fake look of shock.

"What?" He looked behind Issie to the receptionist on duty. "Please put a note in the computer to clear Miss Trenton use of the elevator."

The woman nodded mutely and began to type. Issie looked up at the blond and smiled. Steve returned her smile and took her bag before motioning her toward the elevator hall.

Issie pulled the hair tie out of her half undone bun. She took a step but waited for the man to step up next to her.

"Thank you Captain." She glanced up at him and saw a cloud pass over his smile.

"Call me Steve, please." He held the door open as she walked into the small room.

"Thank you, Steve." She smiled up at him and saw the cloud disappear from his face. The sun just came out, dude, you need to smile more often. Her steps faltered at the sudden thought and a gloved hand reached out to steady her.

"You alright?" His large hand gripped her elbow and his voice concerned. Issie nodded quickly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tripped." She slowly and quietly let out a breath when he gently let go of her arm. Ok, rein it Iss. Purple hair, tattoos? He's not ready for a girl like you.

They rode up the elevator in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The doors opened and the passing off of the baby was smoother then the first time and it wasn't long before Issie was holding Emma as they waved the team off on their mission. Steve was the last one out, but before he got on the plane he jogged back over to the babysitter.

"Tony authorized you, so Jarvis can give you updates on what going on. There is food in the common room and the new couch is a pull out so you have somewhere to sleep. We should be back no later then three days, but I - we'll keep you updated." He gave her the typical pre-date mom breakdown of info and Issie wasn't sure what to do with that, so she gave him a salute.

"Ay, ay Captain Steve."

He looked down at her, not sure how he felt about her calling him 'Captain Steve', so he simply gave her a nod. But he did smile when she picked up Emma's hand and waved it at him.

"Say bye-bye to Uncle Steve, Emma."

He waved and walked backward a few feet, then turned and ran into the plane.

"So, Issie's nice, and according to her Facebook she's single." Steve turned and gave a glare to Natasha.


"Alright Emma P, it's just you, me and Jarvis." Issie walked into the common room and after setting the baby down for some block time, dug around in her bag for the onesie she had brought. With a successful explication, she brought the purple onesie over to show Emma.

"See Em, it says 'My babysitter is cooler then yours' and you're going to wear it when Mommy and Daddy come home." She set the piece of clothing aside and gathered the child. "Also, you got to help keep Uncle Steve away from me, ok? 'Cause he isn't ready for a woman with a tattoo that covers half her side, no he's not." She coos at Emma as she picks up one of the children's book near by.

They read the books that are in reach then have a snack. Then the girls have coloring time and a photoshoot before dinner. After their pasta and carrots it was bath time to wash off the marinara sauce and carrots. It was then bedtime for Emma and research time for Issie.

Issie opened her bag and took out a very large binder and her laptop before changing into yoga pants and a very large Army shirt cut into a tank top. With a cup of coffee by her side she opened her law textbook and puller out her highlighter. Laws were marked and written down, filed for future use and reference, while movie scores played behind the baby monitor on the TV. She wrote and planned and researched while song after song played. Finally the pull of sleep was too great for her to ignore and she saved her documents and closed her business plan binder before she pulled out the trundle in the new couch and drifted to sleep.

The next morning Issie woke before her little charge and she was halfway through her cup of coffee when Jarvis told her that Emma was awake. When they were both dressed and fed, Issie looked up to the ceiling.

"Jarvis, do we dare to venture out to the park today?" She packed a baby bag while Emma walked around and 'danced' to the disney music Issie had playing.

"I would not advise that Miss Trenton, there is a forecast for rain later in the afternoon and it is rather cool outside." The voice from on high called down to them. Issie salutes the AI and watched as Emma toddled out of the room.

"You know, I liked it better when you couldn't walk." She told the 14 month old as she chased after her. The morning passed by in a flurry of movement, mostly Issie chasing after the mobile child as she used her legs. Lunch was relatively uneventful and it did rain in the afternoon, to which the girls watched the rain fall against the window for a better part of 30 minutes. During nap time Issie opened one of the window (with great difficulty and Jarvis's help) so she could hear the rain. It continued to rain the rest of the day and into the night, which resulted in quite a productive night toward Issie's business planning. When she woke up to Jarvis the next morning she glanced out at the still raining sky and frowned. She had wanted to take Emma out to get some sun and fresh air, but it seemed they were doomed to spend another day inside.

"Hey Jarvis, what's the update on the Team?" She pulled the red long sleeve shirt that said 'I'm cute, Mommy's hot, and Daddy's lucky' in black to match the black legging and skirt.

"The Team is expected to arrive early tomorrow morning." Jarvis responded and automatically started the 'Morning Time' playlist Issie had made for Emma.

Their day passed much like the one before. Coloring time, reading time, lunch time, nap time, watch the rain time, run around time, find the child time, dinner time, bath time, and finally bed time.

"I swear Emma P, if I wasn't such a fan of proper development and I thought you would actually sit down the whole time, we would be making our way through the Disney movies." She tucked the Captain America shield blanket around the fussy baby, "You are unhappy because you are tired, if you go to sleep, I promise life will be better." A song later and Emma was in the world of dreams. It didn't take long for the Army t-shirt and yoga pants to be put back on and the business plan to be spread over the coffee table and couch again. She had worked for awhile before her phone rang. It being so late Issie assumed that it was her roommate checking in or asking for an excuse to get out of a date, so she answered without looking at the caller Id.

"Speak you piece." She looked over the floor plan of the kitchen at the building she was hoping to rent.

"Miss Trenton." The deep voice of her boss drifted through her phone speakers.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that it was you calling." She dropped the sticky notepad she had been holding.

"Hm. I need you to open the store tomorrow." His voice was demanding and distant and even through the phone she knew he was frowning at her.

"Sir, I have tomorrow off, it's also," She looked down at her computer. "11:42 at night, I am not available to come in tomorrow, let alone opening shift at 6 am." She could feel dread building in her tense body.

"You are the newest hire and we already give you liberties because of your alleged injuries, I'm not letting you back out of opening in the morning." His voice angry and Issie was starting to match his anger. She was so involved with her phone call she didn't hear the Team enter the common room.

"First off, I was shot five months ago and still have trouble lifting heavy objets and you knew that when you hired me. Second, I'm not 'backing out' of anything because I have the day off. Third, I have other engagements and I am not able to come in tomorrow. Fourth, I have busted my ass for you. I work harder then anyone else in the store and I've only worked there a month. For another matter-" The team watched as she stopped talking and was listening to what the person on the other line was saying, her body growing more and more rigid and tense. Steve took a few steps closer and his super serum hearing allowed to hear what the man was yelling at her. He frowned and walked closer.

"My business proposal it solid and needed. It will work." She suddenly shouted into the phone. "I have a masters in Law, a double minor in business and finance and more passion about what I'm doing then you have ever had for anything in your life and you can fire me all you want but I'm still not coming in at 6am. Good night!" She hung up her phone and flung it to the other side of the couch, while growling at the loss of the job she had finally found. She flopped backward onto the seat which caused her shirt to ride up, exposing part of her cherry blossom tree tattoo on her side. She looked up at the ceiling, but instead of seeing the white tiles, a pair of blue eyes stare down at her. Her eye grew wide, she sat up and spun around to look behind the couch. There stood the whole team. They were home early and she was in her ratty t-shirt and her stuff was spread everywhere.

"You're back." She stated, her mind suddenly not working.

"Yeah, they let us out on good behavior, what business plan do you have?" Tony walked around the couch and grabbed a pile of papers she had out and began to look through them.

"It's a daycare center." She spoke simply out of habit. Natasha nodded and left with Clint to check on Emma, Banner seemed to have disappeared and Thor was still off world. Which left Steve standing in front of her and Tony behind her looking through her paper work. With that realization Issie spun back around but paused to grip her waist, having pulled at the still healing muscles wrong. Steve saw the grimace and walked up beside her, wanting to help but not sure how.

"This is more then a daycare center, why is there a restaurant quality kitchen tied to the center?" Tony grabbed another stack of papers, which Issie took back.

"It is a daycare, the kitchen is for a different part of the plan." She started to file the papers back where they need to go and started to clean up.

"Yeah, there's more. You said that you had more passion that man on the phone did, so tell me about your pet project." Tony crossed is arms at looked at her expectingly. Steve stood by, not quite sure what to do but still wanting to be apart of the conversation. Issie sighed and sat down then opened her business plan on the coffee table.

"Well part one is to start a soap making business that employs the homeless around the city."

"Soap?" Tony looked down at the proposal with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I was trying to find something that required a skill that could be taught and manufactured but still appeal to a large demographic. Natural, homemade soaps are popular and having them made by the homeless to help them get back on their feet will make those that buy the product feel good about themselves. I also have a raw product distributor that is giving me a very good deal on the materials." She watched Tony look over the plan she had been slaving over and planning for years and tried to remember to breath.

"Where are you planning to sell the products?" He continued to flip through her binder.

"Well, online and in store. I have a lead on a place with a full kitchen in the back so we can make the soap on site. But I would love to get the product out in the higher end circles as a hip novelty item because the purpose for the soap business is not only to employ the homeless but to support a free childcare center for those who can't afford to pay someone to watch their children." She pulled out a second binder with the daycare center information and passed it to Tony. Steve watched the young woman before him talk with passion about her plan to help right the wrongs in the city. Every time he saw this woman she surprised him, first with her beauty, then her skill in protecting Emma, even when he saw her after 5 months she was willing to come and watch his niece after being shot twice. When he saw her in the lobby he was once again take by her beauty, typically he didn't care for those with unnatural hair colors, but her's suited her. And the flash of what seemed to be a tattoo on her side left him wanting to see the rest of the piece, a thought which turned his cheeks pink and he told himself was simply because he appreciated art.

"What made you want to have a free childcare center?" Steve's question burst out of his mouth and he ducked his head when Issie looked up at him with slight surprise and Tony looked at him with a smug grin. "I mean, not that it isn't needed, but what made you so passionate about this?" His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink and he hoped that Natasha wasn't watching on the video feeds, but he also wasn't stupid. His embarrassment faded as he saw a mixture of sadness and pride fill her eyes.

"My dad was a single parent. There were many times that I can remember being home with my older sister and brothers and my dad had to work so he could pay rent even though my sister wasn't 13 yet. We were lucky and had a neighbor that we could call or sleep at if he had to work nights, but many people don't have anyone. My dad worked hard to give us all he could and he was a great dad. He's my hero. I mean he raised four kids by himself and they all turn out good. My sister is a teacher, both my brothers are officers in the military and I have a masters degree. None of us ever did drugs, got suspended, got drunk, arrested, or had kids as teenagers. He's absolutely my hero." She smiled at he thought of her dad. Growing up hadn't always been easy and she didn't like not having he dad there every time she wanted him, but she also knew she was lucky. He father had worked his butt off but he had done it so her could give his kids the world, and he had.

"What is the timeline for the soap? What's already in motion?" Tony crossed his arms and widened his stance in a way that Steve recognized as him getting ready to challenge someone or fight them.

"Well, so many business fail because they weren't ready to start. But I'm hoping in a years time I can start moving. Like I said I have the materials for the product and I have a partnership lined up with two of the local shelters to advertise the job position. I have started to collect the tools needed for the production. I have learned the process and will be looking to hire someone as an assistant to help training and an extra on sight pair of eyes. The next step would be a website, to get orders in so we can fill and ship them."

Steve noticed the switch into business mode as she unknowingly pitched her idea to the business man. He also noticed Tony thinking about her proposal, analyzing her planning and timeline. He watched Tony look over the young woman who was sitting strait in her seat despite her outfit and freshly washed face, which had taken any trace of make up off leaving her natural beauty to shine through. The relaxed hair and informality of her state of dress allowed him to see who she really was underneath the purple hair and dark lipstick. A question from Tony snapped Steve out of his digressing thoughts.

"Well, first those that are willing to work and put in the effort of working is part of a screening test on it's own. My father will run a background check to insure safety of the workers. The shelters have agree to allow those that are hired to use their street numbers as an address for application and payment legalities. We will also ask the reason behind the applicants present living situation, I plan to have a section on the website, with the employees written permission, to include backstories of some of the workers to remind people why they are buying from this company. There will also be a drug and alcohol test." Issie felt confident in her plans but it was still nerve raking to explain her life goal to the billionaire standing over her, but her father had not taught her to run from the things that seemed hard or scared her, but to stand her ground and fight for what she believed was right. Steve saw the moment that Tony came to a decision and turned to watch Issie's face.

"Ok. Jarvis call Pepper and have one of my minions start building a website for the soap. I need a drink, you want a drink? No?" Tony walked over to bar as he continued to talk to the AI. Steve watched as confusion and surprise turn into shock and then understanding, but what caused Steve pause was the anger that followed. Issie jumped off the couch and followed Tony over to the bar.

"Tony, what's wrong, are you alright?" A very sleepy female voice was heard on the overhead speakers.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Pep, I need you to pull up a lease for that warehouse we have downtown. I need-"

'No!" Issie made it over to the older man and good in front of him with crossed arms. "My dad didn't get a break from a billionaire and neither have these men and women. And I certainly don't want one. If you really want to help, you can buy soap just like everyone else. I already have everything else planned, and I'm not going to let you take it over and slap the Stark name on it and make it yours. I will not let you buy my idea, my company, the company I have spent 5 years planning and working towards for you to swoop in in the last stages, throw some money at and take the credit for." Steve watched as the tiny woman went toe to toe with Iron Man and was pretty sure that he had just fallen in love.

"Well it seems that whoever that is has things under control. If you happen to have time on your hands I would love to meet with you when it is not 3:30 in the morning and I am back in New York. Tony, I'm going to bed." With that Pepper hung up, but the men in the room were focused on the very angry woman on this side of the country. Tony took a swig of the scotch and set the empty glass down.

"Jarvis how many bars of soap would the New York tower, the LA headquarters, the Malibu house and the jets need for a month?" Tony poured an second glass and took a drink before the AI answered.

"I would say about 25,000 bars a month sir."

Issie's eyes grew very large and even Steve was surprise at the number.

"How soon can I buy 25,000 bars of soap?"

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