If she was a drink, she'd be single barrel bourbon on ice,

Smooth with a kick, a chill and a burn all at the same time,

She's Sunday drive meets high-speed chase,

She ain't just a song, she's the whole mixtape,

She's so complicated that's the way God made her,

Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane,

And she destroys me in that t-shirt,

And I love her so much it hurts I never meant to fall like this,

But she don't just rain, she pours,

That girl right there's the perfect storm

I know how to make her laugh or blush or mad at me,

But that's OK, there ain't no one more beautiful angry,

And she loves just as deep as she goes when she's down,

The highs match the lows, can't have one without the other,

And I love her just the way God made her,

Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane,

And she destroys me in that t-shirt,

And I love her so much it hurts,

I never meant to fall like this,

But she don't just rain, she pours,

That girl right there's the perfect storm,

She's the thrill of a lifetime a guy like me spends his whole life looking for,

That girl right there's the perfect storm,

Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh

(She destroys me in that t-shirt)

Perfect Storm – Brad Paisley

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As soon as Tony returns from his meeting with Pepper, Friday grabs his attention.

"Boss, Miss Romanov and Vision would like you to meet them in Vision's office."

"Something wrong, Fri?" He can't help but ask her, worry automatically tightening his features.

"No, Boss. I believe it's about Miss Romanov's job offer."

Tony nods to himself as he strips his suit jacket off and throws it over the back of a chair. He removes his tie and drops it onto the jacket before heading towards Vision's office. He rolls up his sleeves as he goes, wishing he'd stopped to change but not willing to take the time in case this was bad news. He'd much rather get it over with.

Pausing in the doorway, he catches sight of Natasha pacing in front of Vision's desk, a StarkPad in her hand as she reads aloud. Vision is sitting behind the desk, his hands folded on the neatly organized surface as he focuses all of his attention on what she's saying. Tony is easily distracted as he realizes that the t-shirt Natasha is wearing is one of his. It's an old Def Leppard band tee. She looks relaxed in the t-shirt, distressed skinny jeans, and motorcycle boots. He's definitely digging the look.

A throat clearing catches his attention and he realizes that he'd just been standing in the doorway, staring.

"Friday said you wanted to see me about the job offer?" He asks, not even slightly ashamed or embarrassed about how easily he'd been distracted.

"Yeah." Natasha says with a small smirk. "I think I'm gonna take the job. Vision said he'd like to assist me."

"Okay." Tony replies as he moves into the room and sits down on the couch against the wall. "Well, we'll need to set up a meeting with Rhodey, since he's going to be the new Avengers leader. You're okay with that right?"

"Sure." Natasha responds but Tony catches the wary look in her eyes before she covers it.

"With his experience with the military, I thought he would be the best candidate for field leadership. If we have any covert missions, any recon situations, you'd be our go-to, since that's your field of expertise. But we should really schedule a meeting to talk more in-depth."

"Yeah, absolutely." She says, a little more confident sounding than previously. "It sounds like you want more of a democratic setting."

"Exactly." Tony tells her with a grin as he breathes a sigh of relief. She gets it. "So, I'm starving. How about we talk about your new job over lunch?"

"Sounds good."

"Fri, order double the usual from the Japanese place." He says as he pulls out his phone to open the files he needs to look at. "And see if Rhodey can schedule in a meeting for some time this week to discuss the New Avengers Initiative."

They spend the rest of the afternoon going over the files Fury had sent to Tony, most of them being files that not even Natasha had known about as Fury had kept them secret as a security measure. When it is nearing three Vision made hums slightly and Tony snaps his head up to look at him.

"What is it?" He asks the other man.

"I was just reviewing the files on Dr. Foster and Miss Lewis that they had compiled on themselves." Vis answers as he keeps scanning the document. "We know that they both went through the change at the same time, and that Dr. Selvig accidentally shot both of their cocoons with Miss Lewis's Taser. What I do not quite understand is why they are just now bringing this to our attention."

"Maybe they were scared?" Tony speaks up. "I mean, Selvig and Foster both knew people that had worked with Bruce and Lewis attended Culver University. They've seen how some people react to those that are different."

"Perhaps." Vision says as he puts his tablet down on his desk.

Tony glances next to him, at Natasha, but though she's looking at Vision, she's still mostly sprawled across the sofa. Her legs are on the back of the couch, her socked feet resting on the wall, and her back is pressed against the cushions. She's got her head turned towards him and Vision but she's looking at the upside down. He likes seeing her so relaxed.

When she turns her head to look at him, a softness enters her gaze and he can't help but smile. His position, sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the couch, puts their faces close enough together that it's easy to lean towards her and press his lips to hers.

Tony had really meant for it to be a peck on the lips. But then, Natasha's tongue traces the seam of his lips and he easily parts them for her. It's strange kissing someone upside down, but in a way, it makes it hotter. He loses track of himself when one of her hands slides into his hair and he can't help but reach for her. She releases him and suddenly her legs are flipping over her torso and then she's crouched in front of him, a grin he's never seen on her lips.

Natasha crawls forward and straddles his lap. The move startles him back to reality and he looks over her shoulder only to see that Vision has already left the room. He would feel bad about embarrassing him but then Natasha is pressing her lips to his, dragging her teeth over his bottom lip and he can't think.

He's stated before that, despite popular belief, he can be in a relationship with a woman, even sleep in the same bed as her, and it not turn to sex. But he'd be lying if he said that Natasha is the type of woman it's damn near impossible to resist. She's smart, funny, cunning, and dangerous. She's amazing. And it's been a really long time for him.

So, when the beautiful redhead in his lap grinds her hips down on his, he can't help but respond in kind. They kiss again and he grips her hips, pulling her tighter against him as her lips move over his jaw and down his throat, biting at the sensitive skin.

Natasha's hands have pulled his shirt free from his pants and her hands are sliding up his stomach until he remembers he wanted to take her out tonight, he wanted to figure this thing out between them before he was in too deep. So, he loosens his hold on her hips until it's more of a caress than a grip. When she comes back to his lips, he slows them down by making his kiss gentler, softer.

"I don't think we have time for this. Our reservation is at seven, tonight, and if we start this now, we won't make it."

Natasha laughs and it's huskier than usual, causing his gut to tighten further. With one last rotation of her hips, she gets up and reaches down to offer Tony a hand. He gladly accepts it and then pauses as he almost laughs himself.

"Fri, tell Vis I'm sorry about that." Tony tells her and Natasha just smirks as she turns away from him and grabs her StarkPad. "I'm gonna go to the shop, I have a few things I need to check on."

"Okay." Natasha answers him with a smug grin on her lips as she leaves.

Tony hurries to his workshop, hoping that he can occupy himself until their date. He doesn't think that he could be around Natasha without finishing what they'd started. Occupying himself was the best option for avoiding screwing up his plans.

It's a while later when Friday interrupts his work. "Boss, if you want to make your reservation you should start getting ready. I don't think Miss Romanov would appreciate you making her late."

"Thanks, Fri." He replies as he closes down his work and heads for his room. Natasha isn't there, but he's not surprised. He's slightly surprised when he sees a suit hanging on the back of his closet door with a note pinned to it that say: wear me.

After quickly showering and trimming his goatee, Tony complies with the instructions and puts on the suit. The pants and jacket are black but the vest, shirt, tie, and handkerchief are all a red color that matches his Iron Man suit. The red, silk material caught the lights and causes them to gleam. He really likes this suit. He quickly smears some mousse through his hair, finger-combing it into casual disarray.

"Boss, Miss Romanov is waiting in the living area when you're ready." Friday says and Tony takes a deep breath before releasing it slowly. He's not nervous. He's done this a million times. He keeps repeating that as he leaves the room and heads to meet Natasha.

Okay, he's definitely nervous, he decides, when he catches sight of Natasha. She's standing in the middle of the floor and he stops walking as he just takes her in. A gold dress with a black lace overlay hugs her figure from shoulders to thighs, leaving her legs almost completely bare. The gold is strapless but the lace offers a tantalizing glimpse of skin on her collarbones, shoulders, and arms. Any shorter and the dress would be indecent. Not that he minded.

"How do I look?" She asks with bright red lips that match her six inch heels and his suit. She does a small turn and his jaw slackens when he sees that the gold material only covers her butt, the whole back is lace. Her hair is covered by a short blonde wig done in beach waves. The ends brush her jaw as she faces him again.

"Wow." He breathes out finally. Her smile brightens her whole face.

"Wow, yourself." She tells him as she steps towards him "You always have cleaned up good."

Tony holds his arm out for Natasha to take and together, they head for the garage and Tony's car collection. He ends up choosing the black Lotus Elise to drive to the restaurant. He doesn't get to drive it much and it handles like a dream.

Pulling up to the restaurant, the valet looks nervous catching the keys. His partner stares a little too long at Natasha's legs but Tony just smirks. He's never been the real jealous type. He notices a few paparazzi hanging around but they haven't noticed him yet so he leads Natasha into the restaurant and they're guided to their table. It's all the way in the back, in a dimly lit corner.

As they're seated, he notes how impeccable the service is as they offer menus and drinks. Conversation flows smoothly as they eat, sharing a bottle of wine and laughing. He's not even close to nervous once dessert is ordered.

When the valet brings the car back around, Tony opens Natasha's door for her. Before she steps in, she moves closer to him, placing one small, slim hand against his chest. She barely has to lift up as he leans slightly down and his lips meet hers. A camera flashes and she just smiles into the kiss before pulling away, keeping her face carefully hidden. She slides into the car and Tony closes her door before rounding the hood and sliding behind the wheel. He knows that picture will land on the front page of every gossip rag in America.

They reach the compound without incident but as soon as they're inside and headed to their bedroom he's suddenly feeling nervous again. He knows it doesn't show outwardly, though.

"Friday, activate privacy protocols for the rest of the night." Natasha says as she closes the door to their room and turns to face Tony, grabbing his tie and pulling him closer.