This one is for jacquelinelittle, who suggested this a while back x Please read and review xx
...Genie In A Bottle
Hana had not been in the country for long. She missed her home and her family, and didn't speak very much English, even if she was good at various other languages. She was barely out of her teens, not much older than twenty, and in a foreign country.
All in all, not a great combination.
Luckily though, she'd procured a job working for Tony Stark, who was famous even back in her home country. It wasn't much, only a cleaning lady, but it was work - and well payed work at that.
She supposed she had to be well paid, what with the kinds of things she saw in the mornings when she went to tidy up Mr Stark's house.
It was embarrassing and annoying enough to have to try to throw out people from the evening before's party. Certainly not her favourite part of the job.
The bit she did like was the voice in the ceiling. It reminded her a bit of the fairytales of her home country, of Aladdin and his magic lamp, hiding the genie that could answer anything, grant any wish that you wanted.
This genie was called JARVIS though, and could speak multiple languages, including her own, and was attempting to convince her that he was actually a complicated piece of machinery.
She much preferred to think he was a genie, to think that the fairytales were real. They could all have a little faith in that.