Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm, let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the herse 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Usin' every one of them and running wild

'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
(Well) I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black

Back in Black by AC/DC in honor of IRON MAN!

I don't own Avengers or AC/DC.

On with the story…

Not-So-Normal First Day

It was strange, being back at Stark Industries. This time, the secrets between my boss and me were negligible, and since this cover had been constructed with him as the mark, it was unnerving, to say the least. Also, Clint hadn't stopped gaping at me since I had glided into the kitchen for coffee in dress pants and a blouse with heels adorning my feet. In fact, he was in the air ducts right now, still staring. It made me want to give him a piece of my mind.

I walked off the elevator; clipboard in hand, and onto the level the board meeting would be on.

A secretary walked up to me. She was about 40 and was wearing a slutty dress and enough makeup for five clowns. Was it Barb? Betty? Barbara? Bella? It didn't really matter, though I would laugh if it was Bella. "Natalie, I've missed you so much around here," she gushed at me. "Stark's had terrible assistants since you, and Ms. Potts only has so much time."

I nodded along with the conversation, not really listening, before Tony came out of the boardroom, and I darted to catch up with him. "Mr. Stark, I need your signature on this," I ordered. I handed the clipboard to him with a pen.

"Natalie, you know very well that I don't sign forms before one." At least he didn't say 'I don't like being handed things'.

"You'll sign it, or…" I stopped. Tony raised an eyebrow at me. I was still holding out the clipboard and pen.

Oops. I almost threatened to knock him out and put him in the hospital. That would probably be too much 'Natasha' and not enough 'Natalie'. Though, Natalie had taken Happy Hogan down in two moves before, so she wasn't exactly a pushover. Tony, apparently, still didn't get the point.

Time to take it to the next level. "Sign the form, Mr. Stark, or Ms. Potts will have to fly in from Malibu to deal with you." His eyes widened and he quickly grabbed the clipboard and pen and started looking over the papers.

I blamed my lack of ability to keep a cover on the relaxation. This wasn't an undercover mission, like last time. There was no information to get, not mark to keep an eye on, no one to take out. Natalie was falling off of me in bits and pieces. And Tony didn't seem to care.

Clint made a stupid face at me through the air ducts. I tried hard not to laugh, but I couldn't cover up the smile. Tony looked at me weird.

"And if you don't mind, I'm going to speak with security about your air ducts—I keep hearing sounds coming from them, like maybe you have rats in there, or something."

"Oh, that's just the hawk that nests in the building," Tony said, smirking. I barely held back a snort.

"Tash," Clint said through my earpiece. "Be nice." I sighed

Tony signed the papers and handed them back to me, sliding his arm around my shoulder to offer the air vent a very rude hand gesture that was obscured from the board members. "Holland," He said to one of the board members, "this is my new-old assistant, Natalie Rushman."

"New-old?" 'Holland' asked skeptically.

"Family emergency," I lied smoothly. "I needed to hand in my resignation on a temporary basis and fly home to Moscow. For my grandfather, you see."

"Of course," the man agreed, eyeing me suspiciously. I hadn't met this particular board member the last time that I had been Natalie Rushman. I better keep an eye on him.

Wait, I'm not here as a spy. No mission. It'll take a while to get out of spy mentality.

"Natalie, when's my next appointment?" Tony wanted to know.

"Nine-thirty," I answered (lied) promptly.

"I'll be there at eleven."

"Ten-thirty," I bargained.

"Done." Tony walked out, and Bella, or whatever her name was, stared at her.

"Did you just get Tony Stark to agree to come to an appointment on time?" She said in shock.

"He thinks that it's at nine-thirty," I said cheerfully. Hey, I'm a spy. If I can't outsmart Tony, then I should be called a failure to spy and assassin kind. She looked at me in shock.

"Do you do that all the time?" She said.

"What?" I pretended to be confused.

"Lie to your boss?"

I snorted and gathered up a file. "Sweetie, you have no idea. And Mr. Stark knows more about me than anyone in this building. Besides, it was in the employment contract, that I'm allowed to lie about things like appointments if it'll get him there on time."

"Mr. Stark put that in the employment contract?" She said skeptically. I put the file on top of the clipboard and straightened my shirt.

"I believe that Ms. Potts put that in the employment contract, actually. But Mr. Stark knew that it was there."

I glided out of the room on my heels and turned down the hall to the elevator. I stepped into an empty elevator and pressed the button for the main floor to head for security. Best to do something about this air ducts. And possibly make it slightly more difficult for Clint to bug me when I am working.

"Am I really that annoying?" I heard Clint say through the comm. link. I smiled.

"Yes." I said.

"I'm not as annoying as that old clown, am I?"

"Well, no. But I'm trying to work. If you want to stalk me through the air ducks, at least try not to distract me."

"I'll stop if you join me for lunch."

I paused for a second. "Like a date?" I asked

"If you want to think of it like that, then yes."

I smiled. "I would love to."

Like I said, Clint and Natasha are just too cute together. I may put in some Pepperony fluff next chapter

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