"I hope you've packed enough. You never seem to be good at that sort of stuff," Tony said as Darcia sat down in the large chair, a Stewardess asking if she wanted a drink before lift off.
"I'm good at packing, I just tend to leave a lot of extra room for shopping. Barneys has a good private collection now, I hear. And I have a gala next month to attend. I just bought a Vermeer, if you haven't heard. And Scotch, please. On the rocks. Though it doesn't count as the drink you owe me."
"I did hear actually. Congratulations. I'm sure the price wasn't worth it."
"All the more reason to own it," she interjected, making an 'ooh' sound as the stewardess brought her drink to her.
"I completely agree. But you know I wasn't talking about gowns or whatever it is you females like to wear. Your training outfits, or your fighting outfits."
"Yeah, yeah, I've got them. Packed as an afterthought, really," she replied, taking a generous sip from her drink, then sighing. "This is the stuff."
"One of the reasons I like you, Grace. You take it like a man. No fruity drinks," he smiled and ordered a drink as well, leaning back in his chair. "Chess?"
"You play chess?" she responded, an eyebrow raised.
"One of my many past times," Tony shrugged.
"All right," she said, setting her drink on the small table in between them. "I call black."
Tony and Darcia sat in the back seat of an overpriced car (their favorite), the driver breaking the speed limit (bribed, of course), after their flight. Tony spoke up, toying with the rim of his water bottle. "You should know, I'm having house guests at the moment. The place has just been renovated due to circumstances beyond my control-"
"Yes, I've heard. Loki."
"...so, the Tower is being used as an apartment complex slash business office. For all the Avengers."
"All?" She quirked up at this, shifting an ear as if it could make her hear better.
"Yep," he replied, popping the 'p' and looking out the window.
"Interesting..." she mused, looking out her window as well. She had yet to meet all of the Avengers. Obviously Tony, and Thor, but she also knew Clint from when she decided to learn archery a few months back. She had heard of Steve Rogers, the first superhero that was frozen for nearly 70 years, but she had yet to meet him. Timing and all. Then there was Natasha, of whom she heard a lot about (mainly, in the beginning, of Tony complaining over the phone how hot she was) and was interested to see how she could move. She would make a great sparring partner. Finally, there was Bruce Banner. She was very interested in meeting him, even though he was slippery to catch. By the time she found out he was in Calcutta, he had disappeared with the Black Widow and left nothing but broken syringes in his wake. She was disappointed that she could never succeed in meeting the infamous doctor (or his large problem), but now that she knew he was going to be staying in the same quarters as her, she allowed a small smile of victory align her face.
(A/N: Oh wow! I've gotten so many alerts from my story in the...what, hour?...that I put it up in. I am astounded. None of my other works got so much of a response, except for maybe Inopportune Moments and that only with favorites. You guys rock. And instead of going to bed like I should be doing (I have a long day at work tomorrow), I have decided to post another chapter. Don't expect this kind of quickness all the time though, haha. I do try to maintain a social life. I'm only a college student, after all. Though, I have decided that if I ever run out of inspiration, I'm going to go see the Avengers again in theaters. We'll see how that goes though...my wallet does have a say in most things. Keep reading!)
