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"OLLY!" she heard her name being yelled and something heavy knocked her to the ground. Metal? No, that doesn't move on its own...
"Stark! Suit! Me! Crushed...!" she grunted from underneath him.
She heard more footsteps as the others came running in. Tony retracted his helmet back into his suit as he freed the cat-girl.
"We thought Loki had killed you!" Clint said, "Thor told us all about it..."
Oliver gave them a questioning look, "I don't think he'd do that..." she said.
"My brother could have done a number of bad things to you, Lady Oliver!" Thor said coming closer to her, "Tis a great relief to know you are safe."
Oliver stopped herself from rolling her eyes at his sappy acknowledgement, instead forcing a thankful smile. "Same here, big guy..."
"Were ok from the big blast, thanks for asking..." Clint muttered, his words were followed by an elbow in the ribs from Natasha.
"Most of the rooms were destroyed when Loki blasted in, including yours, so you wanna come stay at Stark tower with Jarvis and me?" Tony offered the teenage girl.
If her room was destroyed then what other choice did she have... "Sure thing, Stark. I'll totally stay in a building with your name on it..." she said with a smirk.
Oliver left to get what little personal items she had, leaving Tony to watch her and wonder whether or not she was being sarcastic. Until the girl returned soon after with a worn army backpack slung over one shoulder.
~A Fly on Iron Man to Stark Tower Later...~
"Welcome to my place!" Tony said his voice filled with an unimaginable amount of importance and pride. Seeing as he was allowing her to stay in his home when she had nowhere else to go, Oliver decided not to ruin his failed moment of awesomeness, this once...
She had to admit, it was pretty cool in there. He had bragged on the way there that he had built all the technology in his skyscraper, and she wasn't impressed. But seeing it now, and remembering that he had built the super fighting machine that is Iron Man, she didn't find it hard to believe.
"You can stay in the guest room," he said pointing to a closed door not too far away, "My room's right over there if you need anything that can't be taken care of by Jarvis."
"Who's that?" Oliver questioned.
"Jarvis, say hello to Miss Oliver," he said to no one in particular, "But you can call her Olly."
"Yes sir." a voice spoke and made Oliver flinch, looking over her shoulder to find nothing there. "I am an Artificial Intelligence created by Mr. Stark, Miss." Jarvis said.
"He's everywhere in the building, all you have to do is acknowledge him and he'll do most any task given, considering it can be done through technology." Tony told her. "What do ya want for Dinner, Jarvis is a wonderful chief." He asked her casually while entering the kitchen.
"A small plate of Sushi sounds good to me..." she answered him, still letting her eyes wander all around the room. The teen eventually made her way to the bar and came to her senses when the brown-haired boy sat in a bar stool beside her.
"Dig in!" he said, sliding a rectangular plate with a pair of chop sticks and Sushi on it. It looked delicious and tasted like it too..
"You're right, Jarvis is a great cook!" she said with a smile.
"That is, with the right help..." Tony added, putting his hands behind his head in a lounging position in an attempt to take pride in himself.
As he leaned the bar stool fell back, taking the genius down with it. The chair fell off to the side a bit and his back hit the floor with a slight thud. Oliver couldn't help but laugh at the shock on his face. Big mistake.
With a kick of his sneaker, Tony knocked her chair out from under her, sending the cat-girl crashing down on top of him. There was a muffled "Ow" as Oliver lifted her head off of his chest, fingertips rubbing her forehead just above her eye.
"So that's actually real?" she asked him, looking down at the Arc Reactor glowing through his navy blue t-shirt.
"If it wasn't, I'd be dead..." Tony chuckled lightly as the teen girl traced the circular device with one of her long fingers.
"I wouldn't like that..." she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. Things were getting too dampened for his taste.
He ran his fingers through her hair, "I thought you hated my guts?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Not as much as should," she laughed.
"Why not?" he asked another question, this subject was intriguing him, hell any subject about himself intrigued him.
"You're not dumb as I thought in the first place," she said with a smile, "I think you've grown on me, like some sort of genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist fungus!" she giggled.
Tony joined her laughter and looked back at her face. Her green eyes were reflecting the blue light given off by his Arc Reactor, her whole pale face just seemed to glow.
"You're beautiful..." he whispered to her, brushing a loose red hair behind her ear.
Oliver blushed at his seriousness. It was rare for him to take that sort of tone. "We need a truce, not to bicker for too long," she said to him. "I know we'll have to make it so that the team doesn't know anything about it, but just so that our fights don't escalate, since I'm your only competition," she added.
"I'll consider..." he said with a smile.
Oliver smiled at him in return and nuzzled her face into his shirt, giving his chest a small kiss. "It's getting late and we have to return to the Helicarrier early so that Fury isn't furious..." she made the light joke that would become real the following morning.
"Eh, I would let him, but for the rookie's sake..." he chuckled.
Tony let her off of him, grabbed her backpack, and walked with her to the closed door of the Guest Room. She took the bag from his hand and looked at him in the eyes. "So," she began, "Truce?" she asked him again.
Before she knew it his face was close to hers and his lips were touching her own. Almost as soon as it had begun it was over, and they rested their foreheads on each other.
"For sure..." he smiled one last time for the night. Oliver put her hand over his glowing chest, dimming the light a little.
"Goodnight..." she told him.
Tony only turned on his heel and began walking off towards his room that was located across from hers. "Night Jarvis!" he called.
"Good Night, sir." was the last thing Oliver heard before rolling her eyes and retreating to her guest suite.
