Summary: Ben moves in to the Avenger's Tower.
Housewarming
The streets of Manhattan were bustling with its usual flavor of activity, the sights and sounds consumed in the sea of its populace that covered its urban landscape. Despite the casual demeanour of the denizens conducting their daily business, the sole topic occupying the public concern remained, as palpable as their memory of the events that took place within those very streets. Events that remained evergreen in everyone's memory.
Six months ago, the city was ground zero for an alien Invasion that ravaged the city. The skies split open, and monsters poured from the skybound fissure , nearly laid waste to everything in sight. The civilians witnessed a band of super-powered individuals, regarded as unlikely heroes by most, come together to end the Invasion.
The aftermath of the Invasion saw many recovery and rebuilding efforts being undertaken, both by governmental and non-governing bodies towards restoring the city that never slept, now scarred with the nightmares that haunted those who witnessed the destruction.
Amongst the rise of buildings that loomed over the cityscape, STARK Tower stood most prominent, both as the tallest building complex within the city and as the unofficial "ground zero" for the attack. Mere months ago, a bolt of energy rose from the precipice of the multi-million dollar facility into the sky, with all the chaos that ensued
The tower since then had gone through extensive construction and renovation, a nonstop procession of vehicles that ferried building materials and supplies as well as adequate manpower to supply the ongoing reconstructive efforts of the complex. Inside, employees and contractors alike swarmed about the facility, going about their business with varying levels of enthusiasm.
"Got a new delivery for Stark Tower", a burly delivery man wheeled in a crate of steel containers, each sealed and emblazoned with the same logo as the receptionist.
"Early as always, I see", the receptionist was a small woman with a wiry frame, a stack of documents flooding her desk and a company phone seemingly glued to her cheek, supported the device with her shoulder.
"Recipient?", the receptionist didn't even bother raising her eyes to meet the man, adjusting her glasses while examining a fresh batch of manifests.
"Doesn't say", he grunted, "just the floor I'm supposed to put it"
"Uh huh...gimme a sec", not skipping a beat, the lady placed down the phone, moving to examine her monitor.
"What floor?"
"Thirteenth"
She paused, eyes finally meeting his gaze "that's Mr Stark's personal loft".
Known as the highest level within Stark Tower, thirteenth floor was often referred to by the employees as the 'Forbidden zone' of sorts. While they toiled away underneath, he often hosted private meetings, entertained guest and...other personal activities. After the events surrounding the Invasion, Tony Stark personally saw to its renovation and restoration, yet had never been seen in it's confines personally.
He shrugged, "I don't make the rules, lady. I'm just the delivery guy. Can we just get this over with? I've got a buckload of stuff to unload and the day's not getting any younger!"
Mild irritation flashed on her delicate features before she gave a slight nod, motioning in the direction of the elevators, her eyes transfixed on the cargo he wheeled away .
What else exactly could Mr Stark need on the thirteenth floor? After the invasion he'd more or less retreated to his house/resort in Malibu, stepping down as CEO while assigning administrative duties to Ms. Virginia "Pepper" Potts in his stead
"Coming through!", another set of cargo was wheeled passed the receptionist, breaking her out of her mired thoughts.
"I'm telling ya kid, my pad's got everything: you won't worry about a thing!", Stark's voice blared over the comms of Ben's car as he drove through the busy streets of New York to his destination.
"You've said that a million-and-a-half times already, Tony", Ben pointed out, "and why does it have to be your penthouse? What, spying on me wasn't enough?"
"Stop exaggerating, kiddo, you're making me sound desperate. Besides, it's not like you've got anything else on your plate right now".
"Do I have to remind you what it is I do for a living?", Ben lifted a brow quizzically.
"Nope, but I could remind you that you still do all that while living with your parents", the billionaire stressed the parents part of the statement
"What's wrong with that?"
"Oh boy, where do we start and how much time ya got? Just know it isn't good look for your repertoire, if you catch my drift. You're in the big leagues now kid, gotta start living like it"
"Coulda just let me crash in Kevin's place".
"No offense E.T, but your friend's...kind of a bum"
"Saying 'no offense' doesn't make it any less offensive, Tony"
"Ehh, you'll thank me later", Tony waved him off, "said it yourself: you're a galaxy-famous superhero. Can't have you slumming it in the goonies or wherever"
"Not all of us have billion-dollar penthouses, Mr Stark", Ben bit sarcastically.
"And now you do", Tony reminded, "Well technically you're just house-sitting; but it's better than nothing"
"I wouldn't say nothing..."
"Just make sure you've got the Stark ID I sent you. You do have it, right?"
Ben snorted in mock disbelief, " what do you take me for?"
"I think we both know the answer that one kiddo"
Finally reaching the foot of the Tower and parking away from the mob of delivery trucks and workers swarming the entrance, the teen uneasily walked through the hubbub of activity, gaining a few eyes on him in the process.
He simply shrugged as he strode forawrds, hands buried in the pockets of his classic jacket, the black hoodie underneath shrouding his profile seamlessly.
Alright, let's get this over with...
The receptionist at the lobby was initially frigid in her responses, clearly with better things to do than attend to a teen more incongruous than a sore thumb
Of course, her expression changed once Ben unceremoniously whipped out his Stark Tower ID, her eyes bulged in surprise. Moments later, the shape shifting teen was riding the elevator to the topmost floor, arriving at Stark's personal loft with a resounding ding from the automated doors.
Ben whistled. Hard.
The last time he'd been the penthouse, it was a haphazard mess of broken furniture and debris. Tony definitely went all out with the refurbishing, even adding new features the loft and
He could get used to this...
His communicator buzzed, Tony's voice greeting him as soon as he hit the dial
"So, kid whatddaya think?"
"It's...wow, I mean...wow"
"Heh, exactly the reaction I was going for"
Ever the drama queen, Ben rolled his eyes as he stepped in, "Wait, how did you know I just got here? I was right, you're spying on me?"
"You used your ID to log in, remember?", Tony interjected, "I can remotely track any and all activity in the Tower. Speaking of, you might not wanna get comfortable so easily"
"Huh?", Ben stepped through the living room, still marvelling at the fancy upholstery. Sleek, ornate furniture adorned the living space, the scent of rich mahogany giving the loft an earthy yet futuristic atmosphere. An almost perfect mixture of form and function.
No way Tony designed this himself.
"Something's off about the interior scans", continued the billionaire, "my guess is SHIELD's still on my ass after all thise time. Probably bugged my place too"
"Now who's being paranoid?", Ben replied snarkily, "so that's it, huh? That's why I'm here? You need me to be your personal bug exterminator?"
"Hey, a little louder, why don't ya? What part of bugged my place did you miss?", Tony hushed the teen, before levelling his voice with a clipped sigh, exhaustion wearing at his normally chipper voice.
"Look kid, ever since the you-know-what, let's just say I've got lotta eyes on me: media, public, government, SHIELD, you name it. Everywhere I go it's like they're just sniffing at my heels, ready to pounce".
The billionaire continued, "You on the other hand, are the perfect candidate to keep those nosy bloodhounds at bay. Y'know, someone completely insignificant...unremarkable look at"
"...did you just call me insignificant?"
"Hey this ain't all about you, kiddo. This is about the future of the team"
Ben wished Tony could see him roll his eyes, running a hand through his loose curls before addressing the eccentric tycoon, "...fine, what do I have to do?"
"Just act natural. Maybe unpack your stuff or something- by the way I already had your stuff brought over. Gotta make sure security's tight if this baby's gonna be the new team's hotspot"
"Wow, you always think of everything, don't you Tony?"
"That's why I'm the team leader, Ben, I do ALL the thinking"
" Y'know I thought Cap was the leader...", Ben made his way to the counter, running a hand across the marble surface
"Hey, whose penthouse are you living in again, huh? Thought so"
"Pretty sure it's also Miss Pepper's", Ben retorted, still examining the piece of ornate furniture. The shapeshifter had once encountered Tony's significant other, offhandedly noting how much she resembled his cousin, in appearance and demeanour.
Delicate, feminine edges cut her small face, framed in a neatly flowing wave of ginger hair. While not an eccentric genius like Tony, she'd a certain erudite aura and sophistication that radiated through her eyes and her posture. If Gwen ever became the President or something, Ben could easily imagine that she'd look just like Miss Potts
"Technically it's more of a 60/40 deal–in my favor of course", Tony offhandedly brushed off the teen's objection.
"Now hop to it, kid–those bugs aren't gonna hunt themselves"
Sighing, Ben made his way through e different rooms. The main hub branched out into multiple compartments, housing numerous facilities and luxuries he'd only seen in those fancy condo commercials. He'd to admit, Tony's loft was pretty swanky, especially for a backwater town kid like him
"Huh, I could get used to this", Ben sank in the sofa. Of course, he couldn't rest easy knowing that the place was bugged. The only person more paranoid that Tony himself was Nick Fury. It wouldn't hurt to ensure his new home slash hero headquarters wasn't crawling with clandestine ears.
Time to go bug hunting.
A blast of verdant light momentarily illuminated the suit, muffled by the restroom door. Arcs of lightning danced around the environment as Ben had assumed his Nosedeenian form, a smallish alien with an appearance similar to anEarth dry cell battery, albeit rounded out.
"Buzzshock!!"
Sporting black with green eyes, a large lightning bolt-like stripe spanning from his neck to his waist , as well as positive and negative symbols on his back.
The living battery jittered through the walls, surveying the rooms in a weird combination of an Easter Egg hunt and a race against his own electric duplicates, all the while giggling like maniacs.
Tony had gone all out, even assigning rooms to each member of the team. The loft also included a gym, a game room and even an inconspicuous room leading to an engineering lab.
Buzzshock's senses allowed Ben to easily locate the static-devices that occupied the various suites within the loft.
How they got there, was a whole different story entirely lost on the teen. Guess all that paranoia paid off, literally
"Welp, that's the last of em...", Ben tapped on the dial, getting engulfed in another flash of light, his form replaced with his kineceleran counterpart. Now the loft was free of listening ears, Ben could move about freely in Alien form, quickly zipping around in a flurry of unpacking and unboxing
Less than a minute later, Ben was done unpacking. His room was at the end of the hall, the only one currently occupied.
A few minutes after that, he plopped down on he sofa, switching through the channels on the large plasma screen.
"Really? Billionaire genius can't even get a Netflix on this thing?"
Leaving the TV, Ben wandered the halls aimlessly, this time in human form. He could fully admire the amount of thought, effort, and resources put into setting up the Tower's loft. Eventually when preparations were complete, the pad would be habited by more than just one bored teen .
For now, a hollow silence occupied every inch of the rooms. It felt...lonely. Truth be told, he'd ever been truly alone. Ben hadn't felt this way since the unceremonious end of his last mission with Alien Force, his former team. Some part of him felt lost in the memories of what was, their adventures together.
For better or worse.
Of course, he'd a new team now, and most of their whereabouts were unknown. They'd assembled one last time to see Loki get taken back to Asgard by his adoptive brother.
FEW MONTHS AGO
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With a raucous roar and a pillar of Bifrost energy, the demigod duo were instantaneously transported out of the compound, a faint outline of a runic sigil burned into the ground beneath.
"Well, that was fun", Tony lifted his designer shades as he peered at the ashen remains of burnt stone and debris left in their departure, "seriously, is he gonna be doing that everytime? Point Break's gonna rack up costs in maintenance"
"Maybe you can mail his bill to Asgard", joked Ben, leaning on his car, " Do they have E-mail on Asgard? Maybe the Pigeon Post's still taking orders".
Faint chuckles could be heard from the rest of the team, including a certain redhead.
"Yeah laugh it up, E.T.", the billionaire pocketed his hands as his shoulders sagged in resignation, "you're not the one who's gotta foot the bill at the end of the day"
"Hey, you're the one who's always reminding everyone that you're the billionaire, Stark"
"It ain't bragging if it's true kiddo", Tony gave his signature Stark Smirk, before lowering his shades, "speaking of money, how exactly does a kid get his hands on a fancy car? Looks kinda like a new model or something..."
"It's uh...a gift". And definitely not a piece of highly advanced Galvan Tech. Tony and SHIELD already had their eyes on the Omnitrix, who knew what would happen if Ben had given them another target to slobber over
"Hey lay off the kid, Tony", Cap was quick to the rescue
"Yeah, no one likes a sourpuss, Stark", Clint smirked,
Tony snorted derisively while raising his hands in mock surrender, much to the amusement of the archer. Cap approached the teen while Nat handed over Banner's belongings.
"Nice working with you, Tennyson", the supersoldier grasped the teen's hand in a firm handshake
"Wow, feels like I'm getting medal or something", Ben's eyes lit up as he returned he handshake enthusiastically, "It's not everyday you get a ceremonious handshake from your childhood hero".
"If New York was anything to go by, you're not so bad yourself"
"I'd go easy on the compliments, Cap", Natasha commented as she eyed the teen ruefully, "wouldn't want him to get a big head now, would we?"
Steve chuckled slightly, "Take care of yourself kid –I'll see you around"
Tony gestured to the only other scientist on the team, "Now Doctor Banner, where were we?". Bruce nodded, getting into the billionaire's vehicle. The two sped off shortly, with Steve departing soon after atop his modified World War 2 motorcycle.
"Nice car, hero", Nat grinned as she made her way to the teen shapeshifter
"Hey, don't you start too", Ben huffed slightly, folding his arms as he leaned on his car, "I already have Stark on my ass about it"
"What, a girl can't admire something nice when she sees it?"
"Depends on what she's admiring", the shapeshifter smirked, "my eyes are up here by the way".
"That's my line, Tennyson", her hand was on her hip, head tilted sideways in a tease.
"Not any more, Miss Romanov", Ben gave his signature grin, equal parts smug and cheeky.
Her lips curved into a smile as she stuffed her hands into her jacket, "So, where will you be going?"
"Probably home...for now", the teen glanced at the pavement before returning his gaze to the redhead, " my folks would probably worried about me"
She shrugged, almost nonchalantly "Well, can't say I relate"
"Oh I uh... didn't mean.."
"It's okay", she assured, quickly pivoting the conversation, "what about the whole hero business?"
"Honestly? Not sure how that's gonna be", Ben massaged the back of his neck nervously, "I mean, being a full time hero who still lives in his parent's basement...or attic in my case. Maybe it's time to move out or something, get a batcave or something"
"Batcave?"
"Saw it in a comic once, sounded cool", Ben replied, "what about you? I'm guessing its back to Fury?"
She half-nodded, "Technically I'm still your handler so...not going anywhere fast".
"Yeah how does that work again? You're my babysitter or something?", asked the teen
"I basically keep you from doing something stupid on missions. It's a full time job, really"
"So is working for SHIELD apparently"
"You afraid we'll come after you?"
"Well that sounds like an oversimplification", Ben remarked, "and when was the last time I did something stupid?"
"Don't make me answer that", she resigned to letting out an exasperated sigh, "just keep yourself out of trouble"
"Well, can't promise everything", He extended his hand, offering a handshake. She returned the gesture, a moment later.
"And uh, thanks. For everything", she added, her piercing eyes veiling a hint of warmth towards the teen. They felt rare, like a blue moon. The same blue that shimmered in her gaze.
"Hey, don't mention it. Besides, now you owe me", Ben added flippantly.
What he didn't expect was for the gorgeous redhead to lean forward, planting a kiss on his cheek. His eyes widened like saucers, hers danced with mischief .
"Do I at least get that ride you promised?"
"That...that doesn't count!", Ben sputtered reddening with "you just had me in a corner back there!"
"Aww...", she cooed, the same mischievous smirk still on her lips, "way to disappoint a girl, hero"
"Hey!"
"Alright Nat, quit torturing the kid", Clint called out, mercifully giving the teen a moment of reprieve. Natasha obliged, if only to savor the teen's reaction to her unexpected gesture.
"See you around...", she winked slyly, before getting in the car with Barton.
Ben simply watched them drive away, the same gobsmacked expression still slapped on his face. His hand tentatively hovered over the spot on his cheek, skin still flush with heat
Oh boy...she's definitely trouble
"Are you lost, Mr Tennyson?", came the tailored, synthetic voice of the Tower's virtual butler, Jarvis
"Wha-huh?!", Ben whipped around, jerked from his reverie by the sudden appearance of the AI. "What the–who's there?"
" Apologies, Mr Tennyson, it was not my intent to frighten you", the Virtual butler continued, "I am Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, you may call me Jarvis. Designed by Mr Stark as his virtual assistant, I manage the entirety of Stark Tower's systems as well as its administrative needs"
"Huh, he really does think about everything", Ben commented, " sorry, still a bit weirded out by the talking building"
"Once again, my apologies for any distress I may have caused you, Mr Tennyson"
"Well, it's nice to meet ya Jarvis"
"Likewise, Mr Tennyson"
"You can just call me Ben, y'know"
"Of course, Mr Tennyson"
Ben sighed for a moment before realizing, "Say, why didn't Tony bring you up before?"
"Mr Stark preferred to keep my existence till you arrived at the tower. He also gave explicit instructions for a surprise, I believe"
"Surprise? What surprise?"
"Mr Stark ordered me not to disclose aid information, until the time was appropriate".
Ben's hands flew up in the air, "can't you tell me anything?"
"The facility houses over 15 compartments, each of which provides different amenities..."
"Wait hold up, 15? I only counted 14", the teen interjected, "Are you saying there's a secret room?"
"Mr Stark said..."
"So that's a yes..."
"I would advise caution against any brash actions , Mr Tennyson"
"Ohhh, and you know exactly what's in that room, dontcha?",
"That room is private, Mr Tennyson. I was instructed to not let anyone besides Mr Stark into those quarters"
"Jarvis, buddy, you already had me at private", Ben dialed up the Omnitrix, "all you have to do is not let me in, right?"
"I don't believe.."
FLASSSHHHHH!!!!!!
"Big Chill!!!", the shapeshifter breathed, now taken the form of the hooded Necrofriggian.
Suffice to say, the teen shapeshifter was never a fan of following instructions. It didn't take long for Ben to phase through the walls of the penthouse again, this time searching for the secret compartment.
"Bingo!", the mothman poked his head through the closed hatch before phasing into the room. It seemed there was supposed be a main entrance activated by mechanisms hidden in some other compartment, but Ben had simply bypassed the contraptions into the same room.
"No wayyyy", Ben gasped in awe at the display before him. He'd been to outer space, alien civilizations, alternate timelines, even to the edge of creation itself, but this...this was something else.
Rows upon rows of Iron Man suits, stored in separate compartments, each in a dormant state ready for deployment. He could almost hear the angelic songs as he gazed at the heavenly vision before him
This was going to be fun...
PHOOOMM
"Wooooaa..."
CRASHHHHH!!!!
The next few hours saw Ben messing around with every gadget he could get his hands on. Repulsors, jump jets, sonic cannons and even the helmet for good measure
Gotta give Stark some credit...this is a lot harder than I thought
"Ohh crap-crap-crap-crap!"
Ben attempted balancing midair while being propelled by two rocket boots, only to be sent tumbling mid air before getting slammed into the ground. Painfully.
"Owwww..."
Needless to say, things did not go as planned. Exhaust fumes blanketed the living quarters, the acrid scent permeating the corridors as well as the entrance.
Ben groggily to to his feet, cradling his temple in one hand while avoiding hitting anything else that didn't look like it cost his entire year's salary (if he ever got one).
Surveying the room, Ben only had one thought: Kevin would be Swampfire-green with envy if he saw him now.
"Having fun I see?", came a familiar voice just behind him
"Gah–Jeez balls!!", the teen shapeshifter nearly jumped out of his skin, whirling around to see Natasha Romanov in all her redheaded glory, an old fashioned clipboard in hand, levelling him an almost blank stare.
"Nat?", Ben panted, barely recovering from his mini-heart attack, "Hey...what're you doing here?"
"I work here", she lifted her brow, still wearing her deadpan gaze, eyeing up the teen like an examiner, "and it's Natalie Rushman. Gotta keep up appearances and all"
"Wait, aren't you like a world famous superspy?"
"You're not exactly good as a spy if you're famous", her heels clicked in staccato as she stepped past him into the living room. Her red locks fell past her shoulders, like a curtain atop her chalk-white blouse, complementing the curve hugging flow of her black pencil skirt.
"It's uh...good to see ya, Nat–"
"Likewise. How's your Grandpa?", she answered, her
"Good, good", Ben staggered awkwardly before finding his footing, still reeling from the whiplash of the jet boots. "Got his hands full managing Plumber HQ's renovations after the whole blowing up thing"
"Looks you've already made yourself comfortable", she turned back to the teen.
"You could say that...", Ben leaned on the nearby counter, his gaze still locked on the redhead. While some part of him as still wary of her as Fury's eyes and ears, he could still appreciate beauty when he saw it. He was still a hormonal teen after all.
"Mind telling me why you're wearing Tony's stuff?"
"That's a...long story"
"Of course it is", she sighed, "Does it have anything to do with hacking his security protocols?"
"That's a longer story", he got a classic glare from the redhead, "I...may have used Grey Matter to hack into Jarvis' Mainframe, reconfiguring his security protocols to include yours truly...I'm not helping my case am I?"
"Not even slightly", Nat placed a hand on her hip, lips quirking halfway into a smirk "and what did I say about doing something stupid?"
"Well we're not on a mission so..."
"Do you intend on making my job harder than it needs to be?", she inquired
"You mean being my SHIELD babysitter?"
"I'd imagine you won't need a babysitter if you didn't act like one"
"I'll have you know I've been on my best behavior since I got here", Ben objected, raising a finger for emphasis, "I even unpacked and everything!"
"Sure thing, hero", she rolled her eyes is dismissal.
"Speaking of–I thought about upgrading everybody's rooms. Is it just me or does Tony think everyone has the same taste as he does?"
"Rooms, huh?", She joined him beside the counter, taking momentary glaalnces around the finished loft. "So, what about my room? Any...ideas?"
"I dunno", Ben shrugged while smirking, "rainbows and unicorns? Maybe even get some silk sheets, teddy bears...I might just make you a real girl after all!"
Her laughter rang out, a melodic jingle that seemed to elicit the same response from the teen himself. When she wasn't dispatching alien invaders or , Natasha Romanov tended to show an often playful side of her. And Ben couldn't help but match that energy, that vibe.
"So...", Ben asked, "since we're here, might as well see what surprises Tony left for me".
"Can't imagine there being much surprises over here, we've got a TV and a bar. Pretty self explanatory", she took a seat on the nearby bar-stool
"I say it can't hurt to try", Ben hopped behind the counter, taking care to avoid wrecking the upholstery with the Iron Man gauntlets and shoes he wore.
"Hmmm...getting a girl a drink, classic playboy move", Nat teased, "pretty surprising if you ask me"
"Well, I'm no playboy...but I'm definitely full of surprises!"
"Hmmm, I bet you are..."
WHIRRRRR
The two were alerted to the mechanized chime of Jarvis' Mainframe rebooting, before the virtual butler made his appearance again.
"Jarvis?"
"Good evening Mister Tennyson. Miss Romanov. Mr Stark didn't anticipate you'd be around for Mr Tennyson's surprise"
Well, at least he isn't mad about hijacking his protocols...Do AI even get mad? Better not go down that rabbit hole.
"You weren't kidding", Natasha
"Knowing Tony, it's probably not a good sign"
HUMMMMM
"Can't say I'm fond of surprises", commented the superspy, as she watched the lights in the penthouse slowly dim.
Hidden speakers softly blared some unknown, off brand elevator music.
The TV display blipped to life, the screen displaying it's quality in crisp detail
However, image on-screen was a different case. In Ben's case,nothing could've prepared him for the sight before his eyes.
"Oh, SWEET BISCUITS!..", Ben blurted, immediately turning red between the ears as he glimpsed the images on screen.
Natasha Romanov, or Natalie in this case, was posed suggestively, amongst the silken bedsheets, in nothing but her silken lingerie.
"Wow, that's just...wow, I mean...", Flustered, Ben struggled in vain to get a grip on his words, eyes flitting nervously between the screen and the superspy. While Ben's parents (and his Grandpa to some extent) had always raised him to be a gentleman, he couldn't help but stare.
I mean, who wouldn't?
For her part, Nat did tremendously to avoid giving her response away, save for the death grip on the expensive mahogany counter.
Her mind however, already honed in on the culprit, planning on dealing some painful lessons to the original culprit.
BEEEEP
Speak of the devil...literally
"Hey kid!", Tony's voice chirped from the Omnitrix's comms, "didya get my surprise yet? Thought it'll make a sweet addition to my private collection, and you gotta admit it's hot. Was gonna get the Mona Lisa, but then I remember got a better masterpiece, if you catch my drift"
"Uhhhh", still stunned to speak, Ben could only manage
"Stark...", Natasha growled dangerously.
"Oh crap!...kid, a little warning next time??!!", Tony exclaimed, "Agent Romanov, what a surprise?! And by surprise, I mean why didn't you say anything Jarvis ?"
"An unknown occurrence rebooted my Mainframe, sir"
"A what now?"
"Uh, nothing!", Ben was nearly sweating bullets, "nothing happened!"
"Nothing yet ", Nat seethed, "I think Natalie would like a word with her boss". The redhead's tone was ascerbic, dripping sweet with malicious intent
"Annnddd that's my cue to leave", Tony squeaked, even miles away he was smart enough to fear the wrath of the Femme Fatale, "have fun kiddo!!!
"P.S, if I die under mysterious circumstances, I'm willing my collection to you". He cut the communication with a sharp click.
"Yup, I'm definitely gonna kill him", she stood coolly before addressing the teen, " I might take you up on that room offer, seeing as Natalie might be out of a job"
"Could we uh...maybe, talk this out?", Ben offered.
The rapidly receding sounds of her heels clicking away on the penthouse's floors gave away her answer to the question.
Ben stared back at the TV screen, now sporting a clipboard wedged at its center, sizzling from the sparks that emanated.
Yup, she's definitely trouble
A/N: Guess who's back?
That was actually longer than I originally planned. Rest assured, future oneshots won't be this long. We should see about 3 more oneshots before I start releasing the Winter Soldier arc.
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