"We're here, Mr. Stark," the driver spoke grimly, getting out of his spot to open Darcia's door for her, and then Tony's.
"Thanks, Jameson," Tony replied, patting him on the back and slipping him a hundred or two.
"What are the chances that his name is actually Jameson?" Darcia snapped to the billionaire as she grabbed her two suitcases from the trunk.
"Oh! Thank you, Mr. Stark. My name can be Jameson as long as you want, Mr. Stark!" the driver jumped into the car happily, probably going home to his wife for the evening.
"Now it is," Tony replied in his cocky, slightly sarcastic way of talking, a grin pulling up at the corner of his lips.
"Are you still stuck on that incident? It happened five years ago, Tony. Let it go," Darcia said, rolling her eyes and walking into the building for the first time. Tony, now alone, hurried after her.
"I don't think I invited you in yet. I like to be asked first," he said once he caught up to her at the elevator.
"Here, hold these," was all Darcia said, pushing her luggage into his arms and pushing the button that said 'PENTHOUSE.'
Tony immediately dropped the stuff, grimacing. "I don't like to be handed stuff."
"I know. Get over it. That's a weird quirk of yours. Seriously," she looked at him, eyes smoldering. "You don't like to be handed things? I could expect you don't like feet or something, but handed stuff? That's a little over the top."
"I don't like feet either, actually."
Darcia rolled her eyes and as the bell rang for the door to open to the penthouse, she said over her shoulder, "Those suitcases aren't going to bring themselves in. Chop, chop, Iron Man," walking into the grand foyer.
Pepper Potts looked up from her laptop, where she was discussing something with a red-headed girl (who Darcia assumed was Natasha) and saw the newcomer. "Darcia! It's great to see you've made it. Where's Tony?"
"Long time no see, Pepper. Don't worry, he's decided to help me with my bags."
Pepper raised an eyebrow. "I feel like this decision was coerced out of him."
Darcia smirked. "If you placed a bet, you'd win it."
Just then, Tony came in, having decided to grab her luggage and dropped in unceremoniously at her feet. "And how did you even log into the passcode without me looking? Or know the code, as a matter of fact? Seriously!" he scoffed at her before giving Pepper a kiss.
"You're not the only one with a quick brain, Tony. Let's remember that."
Pepper laughed at Darcia's comment before turning her attention to the red head. "Oh, this is Natasha Romanov, Agent of SHEILD. Natasha, this is Darcia Grace, heiress to the Grace Industry."
Natasha got up and met Darcia halfway, where they both shook hands. "Great to finally meet you. I've heard plenty. All good, of course," Darcia said, smiling.
"You too. Tony here never shuts up about you whenever the news of some big event comes on."
"He brags too much about me. But I won't deny it, I am pretty good," she grinned.
"My god, she's a copy. How will we ever put up with two if we can barely handle one?" a voice said, coming from a hallway. The four of them turned around to see Clint Barton, smirking.
"Clint! It's been awhile!" Darcia said, happily, rushing over to hug the man. "Looking good, my man. Despite the comment I so disapprove of. I am nothing like Stark."
He hugged her back, laughing. "You are everything like him and the denial is what's funny."
She shrugged. "I do my best. I suppose I have learned from the master. Praise Tony Stark." Darcia raised her hands to the air, about to say something else about the "all mighty Iron Man" before she burst into laughter. "I'm sorry, I can't do it. I'm not going to give him any more of an ego boost than where it already stands, godlike."
"Too late," Tony grinned.
Rolling her eyes, Darcia changed the subject. "All right, where am I staying? Somewhere nice, I hope. With those sheets I like."
"It's all been arranged," Pepper said, smiling. "You will be down the hall from Thor."
"Brilliant! Where is that hunk? I need to scold him for not visiting me the last time he was here. Tsk tsk." For added measure, she put her hands on her hips and looked around, a pout on her face.
"I think he's in the lab, actually. With Dr. Banner. They were doing some tests on the differences between godlike blood and human blood. That means that Steve should be down there as well," Pepper said.
Clint spoke up, "I'll take her. I suppose I need to go keep an eye down there anyway, as Fury instructed." He rolled his eyes.
(A/N: Okay, here's another chapter. Thanks so much on all of the story alerts! I've been at work all day so I haven't had a chance to write at all, and now I'm going to watch 13 Going on 30 for more Mark Ruffalo inspiration. But enjoy! I hope you like it! Please review, too!)