This one should offer a little comic relief after the last two miserable chapters! Once again using the OC, Tracey, and small mentions of Barry, Tr who belongs to the lovely author, Singer of Water! Also, see if you can catch the two little references I make! One is to something that was said in one of the other MCU movies, the other is to a game completely unrelated to Marvel!
Saying the reorganization of this room was overdue was a major understatement. Paper files by the dozens crammed into old office crates scattered the room. Most were old S.H.I.E.L.D. intell files that were no longer relevant and needed to be destroyed, others were records that would need to be scanned into Tony's personal archive. Ryan had asked to take on the task because she often passed this old storage room on her way to the unit, and not only was it an eye sore, it made her twitch a little at how disorganized Tony could be.
Ryan showed up today in an old t-shirt and and an old pair of running shorts emblazoned with initials from her alma mater. Of course her work clothes were tucked away neatly in her office, but she really hadn't needed them in weeks, and she doubted she would need them today. She said her daily hellos to people on the way up. Kristen from Statistics, Sharon in Intelligence, Lillian in Accounting, all were greeted with a warm smile, though she did receive some looks for not wearing what she normally would. Up flight after flight of stairs, she finally got to the room, swinging open the door and flipping on the lights. Everything was so dusty and the air was stale. Ryan huffed, leaning on one leg and placing her hands on her hips, this was going to take longer than she thought.
Hours later Ryan still had about 6 crates to still go through, and the work was getting rather tedious. Shred, shred, scan, shred, scan, scan, scan, shred, shred. Why the hell does Tony have this? Nevermind. Definitely shred. Scan, scan, shred, shred, shred, scan, scan, shred. After a seventh repeat of the same file, Ryan threw the file that was in her hands into the air. Paper fluttered to the floor as she laid back on the floor. Ryan grabbed her phone from the table she has set it on upon entering the room and began scrolling through Songza, settling on the station Today's Happy Pop. She had to make the rest of this fun. She stood from the position she was in on the floor, heaving the shredder and the multiple crates up onto the dust covered tables that scattered the room. She turned off the harsh incandescent lights that buzzed overhead and moved to the far wall, pulling up the blinds to let the beautifully warm sunlight wash over the crates and tables. It was pretty safe to say the room had not seen the sun or warmth in quite some time. With the new happy tune and the rays radiating through the room, Ryan felt invigorated and filled with determination. The rest of this wouldn't be too bad.
Ryan soon found herself dancing about the room, sorting the papers and folders into piles first, thinking it would be easier to handle it all that way. She swayed to songs like Dance With Me Tonight, Dear Maria, Count Me In, Wings and Uptown Funk, just in her own little world, whistling while she worked. It was then that Tracey came in, her tousled blonde hair pulled back into a haphazard ponytail, laptop perched on one hand, the other typing away, her eyes practically glued to the screen.
"Hey Ryan, what am I supposed to be doing with all these files you're scanning in?" Tracey asked, not having glanced up yet, and too focused on the screen to realize there was music playing. The sound was up too high for Ryan to have heard her, so she went about dancing and spinning about the room, continuously sorting out one file after another. After a few seconds of no response, Tracey looked up from her screen and cracked a smile at the sight before her. It was only when Tracey had sat down her laptop and joined in, bumping Ryan's hip with her own. Ryan's face flushed for a moment in utter embarrassment, before joining in on the laughter that graced Tracey's lips. The two worked/danced pretty well together, but things moved a bit slower than expected, as work was soon replaced with a rather off tune karaoke and clumsy, off beat dancing. Tracey and Ryan squealed and giggled, still whirling about the room, singing along to whatever song played as piles of papers slowly disappeared and the crates went with them
"Mr. Stark.." F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in as Tony worked on another variation of the suit. "What up?" He asked, pushing himself away from his work table toward the main communication screen. "You may want to see this." F.R.I.D.A.Y. shot live video footage up onto the translucent screen before Tony. He couldn't help but crack a smile at what he saw. Soon he was on his way to that particular part of the tower, grabbing Bucky, Steve, Barry, Nat and Sam along the way, they had to see what was going on for themselves.
When the six of them arrived at the room, Tracey and Ryan were lip syncing along to Confident by Demi Lovato, striking poses and dancing with one another, very cheesy and stereotypical, but fun nonetheless. When Bucky cleared his throat, the six spectators had their attention. Ryan froze, her cheeks quickly going a shade almost identical to her hair. Tracey just laughed and went over to hug her fiance. "That was quite a show." Tony smirked as Bucky kissed the top of Tracey's head. Ryan smoothed out her clothes before quickly turning off the music. "Ah, Mr. Stark, a-all the files have either been destroyed of s-scanned into the database." Ryan stammered, trying to act as none of that had ever happened. The now group of eight left the room in peace, flicking off the lights on the way out. As people began going separate ways, the chatter grew quieter. Just before Barry parted ways from Ryan and Sam, he nudged the redhead and spoke in a low, lighthearted and playful voice. "Ya'know, If there's a show like that every time you're cleaning up, I may have to ask Tony to have you take care of a couple rooms near my apartment." He then winked and left with a chuckle, leaving Ryan red faced once more and Sam howling with laughter at the poor girl's reaction. She knew he was only playing but… Oh God. What had she gotten herself into?..