I groaned as I felt someone tapping me. The voice was male that I knew for sure, but I couldn't comprehend what he was trying to say.
"Sleeping. Go. Away." I muffled into the pillow, nuzzling it as I aimlessly reached for my bed sheet, pulling it up to my neck. But the person didn't seem to get the hint as he continued to talk and tap me. I growled, holding my arm up as I gave the person the finger. "No me gusta. Get the fuck out of my room." I moaned, my face only halfway on the pillow. Leaving my mouth open I let my arm fall back to the side of me so that I may slip back into la la land.
"Is that any way to treat your new boss?" the man spoke, but I didn't comprehend it until 10 minutes of silence. I shot up, eyes wide, staring at my wall, and then looked over to find none other than Tony Stark sitting on my chair, his feet propped up onto my desk, looking at the latest blue print I was working on, his head tilting down, his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose.
"Get. Out." I growled, and he looked up at me with a smile.
"Morning sunshine." He stated in an overly chipper tone.
Jumping out of bed, taking long strides in his direction I ripped the blue print from his hands. He just continued to smile up at me as I folded it up, laying it back down on the desk. "Interesting room." He jested. I groaned, rolling my eyes, my hand fisting my hair as he walked around, only pausing to look at a blue print I had tapped onto the wall. Computers were scattered all about, random notes about my work also scattered – to say the lease, my room was utter chaos.
"Why are you here?" I asked, controlling my rage as best as I could, grinding my teeth, glaring at his back. He kept staring, leaning forward some, looking at something behind a book case full of technology, mythology and fantasy books.
"A fan?" He muttered, smirking like the devil. I sighed and walked over, forgetting what was there. I stood behind him, seeing the Iron Man poster.
"Very much so." I confirmed. He stood up straight, turning to face me, a very 'Stark' smile I call it, on his lips.
"Why's that?" he questioned seeming a little too interested.
I looked over him at the poster, eyes dazing, "It's none of your concern." I muttered in return and sighed.
"If you are going to be this difficult, I might re-consider you working for me." he said, his tone only seeming half serious.
"I wish you would." I deadpanned.
"I won't."
"I know."
"So!" he clapped his hands together walking over to my favorite computer. It was against the wall, same side as the door. The monitor was a flat screen that was attached to the wall, a small steel desk with one side panel on each side, a keyboard on the desk, one on the left panel and one on the right, with blue prints and some ideas around the monitor. "Where are your plans for the new firewall?" he asked and I snorted going back to my bed laying down lazily.
"There aren't any. If you're so smart like everyone thinks you are, you come up with a better one." I retorted.
He spun around looking at me, "Fine. At least show me how you hacked into the system." He said. I rolled my eyes and he quirked his eyebrow. "If you even can that is. I mean, you aren't even what, 16? And you also don't have the information here."
I glared at him offended. Getting up I pushed him away, sat down on the plush leather seat using the front keyboard to get to the website.
*Tony's POV*
I stood behind her, hand resting on the back of her seat, smirking as she went from one key board to the other, easily hacking into my system. Whilst she was busy, I decided to take better look at her. She put her long hair up in a pony tail; her bangs were cut to go across her face to the left side some strands hanging in front of her black eyes, a black lip ring with spikes at the ends made her look even more punk; she had on an emerald green tank top, showing her toned muscles, light blue veins showing as she worked fast. I noticed a rather large scar, er, four actually. Looked like some kind of claw mark, making me raise an eyebrow as I studied her more.
She wore black basketball shorts showing long, lean legs. Her face was concentrated – focused, eyes skimming the monitor behind green rectangle glasses that made her look even more like a hacker. One small thing that I noticed was on that on her left ear was a tiny freckle, just a small dot on her ear lobe. The only things that were on her body were some cuts, bruises and scars. She looked nothing like her father and acted nothing like Pepper, a complete stranger in her family tree. Someone I could play with.
"There." She spoke proudly, sitting back, crossing her arms across her chest. I took a step forward as I saw embedded codes upon embedded codes. They ran down the screen at high speed, then it turned blue, the screen became wavy, and then it turned onto my files. "I'm 17 by the way." She spoke again, I turned my head to look at her, a childish pout on her face as she slumped angrily in the chair.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You said I wasn't even 16. I'm 17 - turning 18 in a couple of weeks." She re-stated.
I raised an eyebrow and stood up straight, remembering that Pepper said something like that yesterday.
"Right, well." I said, taking another look around her odd room. "Since you seem to so easily to hack into my system, I now know I do need to update the firewalls and software."
*Normal POV*
I had my head against the door, my hair in a pony tail, wearing a black and white stripped beanie, mouth open slightly as I tried to sleep - though had no luck.
"You're going to get a neck cramp." Someone interrupted.
I grunted in response to Tony, not feeling like dealing with his shit. We were in his convertible Audi, driving the hour drive to Stark Industries. "Come on, what's your problem with me anyway?" he continued to bagger.
I groaned, picking my head up and laying it back against the head rest, grabbing my pack of Marlboro smoothes from my top flannel jacket pocket. I felt his eyes burn into me as I lit it up, raising an eyebrow with a smile as I looked over to him.
"Don't worry about it." I said smirking, taking another drag, feeling the soothing calm of nicotine rush through my veins.
"You know you're under age right?" he commented.
"Really?" My mouth shot open as I stared at him with fake shock, holding the cigarette in front of my face. "JESUES! I didn't even know! I-I!" He looked at me over his sunglasses and I smiled, leaning back and inhaling the cigarette again. "You're allowed to smoke at 16 if you have parent permission." I added in my normal tone, but with a hint of amusement.
"Do you?" he asked and I looked over at him.
"Point taken."
We drove in silence for awhile, before he seemed to get bored. "So, you never answered my question." He said, turning down the music. I took the last bit of the cigarette, and threw it to the side.
"You don't need an answer." I replied, resting my head back against the head rest again, closing my eyes letting the wind cool me off.
"Considering this is the first time we have ever met and you are going to be working for me, I just hate not knowing things." said Tony.
I smirked, messing with my lip ring, "You can't have your cake and eat it too." I rolled my head over to see him glare at me.
"I always do."
"Meet someone who doesn't give a shit then." I retorted.
He sighed, hands tightening on the wheel. "Well then, what about that scar?" he asked, and I instinctively raised my hand to my right shoulder, knowing that under my black 'The Used' shirt was the claw mark. "How'd you get it?"
I looked down, sighing. "I was attacked by a wolf back in Massachusetts."
He looked over to me, then back to the road. "I was in my second year of college, walking around in the woods after class. It was fast…all I got was this scar, and of course a new pet." I said smirking.
"You kept the wolf that attacked you?" he asked in surprise. I nodded. "I didn't see any wolf…" He muttered.
"Dad makes me keep him outside now, Pepper is terrified of Fang." I said and he laughed, making me scowl at him.
"Fang? A little cliché don't you think?" he jeered.
"Shut the fuck up billionaire boy." I growled in anger; he raised an eyebrow, smirking that 'Stark' smirk of his.
"Keep talking like that and I'll just keep adding stuff to your list of things to do."
"You wouldn't."
"I already did. Once you upped the firewall, how about you work full time, hacking into other companies?" he smirked.
I groaned.
"You know what? No. I refuse to help you." I stated firmly.
"Ahhh, to be young and naive again." He chuckled and I rolled my eyes.
"You act like a three year old." I muttered.
"You act like a two year old."
"You act like a- No! Not doing this." I said.
He laughed pulling into the parking lot. "Welcome to Stark Industries."