"Shit." Lucy glared down at the coffee stained paperwork on her desk, before blinking herself back to life. Swearing mercilessly, she blotted the paper down, but is was no use. She had spilled her daily morning caffeine all over the monthly reports she had been working on for weeks. "Oh great." It was just her luck, wasn't it? Just like it had been for the past couple of months. Or were they just coincidences? She groaned, throwing the stack in the trash, before wiping her forehead wearily. Getting less than twelve hours of sleep every week really drained the peppiness out of her.
"This will be your easiest mission yet." They said.
"It'll be fun." They said.
Lucy rolled her eyes, mumbling some very unladylike obscenities under her breath. She wasn't built to do paperwork all day; she was built to use her abilities to kill a man with nothing but a rubber band and a pen. That was what she wanted to be doing, but no. The world didn't turn on her finger, it never did. She was the rock, and her job was the ocean. It was slowly wearing her down, ever so slowly...
As if on cue, Tony burst through the door. His hair straying in all directions, his grease stained clothes set complete with the arc reactor, glowing in his chest. Without a word, he sauntered over, taking his time to asses her outfit for the day. And /geez/, those pencil skirts made her look irresistible. "/Hey/" Tony said, as he leaned on the desk, glancing down at the mess she had made. "What are you up to?"
Lucy gave up with the puddle of coffee, giving Tony a look of annoyance. "Did you need something Mr. Stark?"
He smirked. "How many times have I told you to call me Tony? And, I thought you said that you didn't appreciate formalities?"
"There are some exceptions." she replied coolly, sitting down in front of her computer. "Like, I said before, is there something you wanted? Because frankly, I'm in no mood for small talk, nor do I enjoy being gawked at every time we're in the same room." Lucy looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
Tony simply chuckled, resting his elbows on the glass top of the desk. To be honest, he was quite proud of her. In less than a year, her comebacks were almost as good as his, making it increasingly entertaining to press all her wrong buttons. "Why don't you take a day off, hm? You look pretty beat up to me; I mean the bags under your eyes aren't very attractive. But, to be fair, those legs under your skirt make up for it."
Lucy had the sudden urge to just kill him now; it would only take a second. Then she could go home, and get assigned to a real mission. She felt like the pen in her hand was begging to be shoved into his neck, but the consequences, truly did outweigh the incentives of her imaginary assassination of the worlds beloved Iron Man. "And you can't forget my 6- inch heels. They tend to leave a mark after impact."
He pouted, leaning towards her a bit more. "That's not any way to be speaking to your boss, now is it?"
"Exceptions Mr. Stark."
Damn. She had done it; she had turned on him on with nothing but a few words. Well it wasn't anything rare. Tony could be turned on by almost anything, even the way a woman walked. It was simply his nature. He smiled proudly. Tony Stark had hired a sexy minx to help run his company, and boy, was that an accomplishment. "Feisty, aren't we today Miss Porter? I like it. Do expect some compensation for being so good to my company."
Lucy ignored him, her eyes glued to her screen, to avoid any visual contact with such an ass of a man. "Whatever you say, now if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do. I assume you can find your way out, or shall I call up one of your little robot friends to help you back to your own office?"
"No, no. I'm a big boy. I can do it all by myself." He whispered, leaning dangerously close to her ear. Tony was practically lying on her desk. The scent of her lavender perfume tickled his nose as he spoke.
She shifted her weight, leaving a fair amount of distance between them. "Go on then, I wouldn't want to call your own security on you. That wouldn't be good for publicity anyhow."
"No. It wouldn't." Tony pulled himself up, knocking over some things in the process. "Keep up the good work Miss. Porter." He called before shutting the door behind him.