Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun 'n' games,

We got everything you want, honey, we know the names,

We are the people that can find, whatever you may need,

If you got the money, honey, we got your disease,

In the jungle,

Welcome to the jungle, watch it bring you to your knees, knees,

I wanna watch you bleed,

Welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day,

If you want it you're gonna bleed, but it's the price you pay,

And you're a very sexy girl, that's very hard to please,

You can taste the bright lights, but you won't get them for free,

In the jungle,

Welcome to the jungle, feel my, my, my serpentine,

I, I wanna hear you scream,

Welcome to the jungle, it gets worse here every day,

Ya learn ta live like an animal, in the jungle where we play,

If you got a hunger for what you see, you'll take it eventually,

You can have anything you want, but you better not take it from me,

In the jungle,

Welcome to the jungle, watch it bring you to your knees, knees,

I'm gonna watch you bleed,

And when you're high you never, ever want to come down, so down, down, yeah!

You know where you are?

You're in the jungle, baby,

You're gonna die,

In the jungle,

Welcome to the jungle, watch it bring you to your knees, knees,

In the jungle,

Welcome to the jungle, feel my, my, my serpentine,

In the jungle,

Welcome to the jungle, watch it bring you to your knees, knees,

In the jungle,

Welcome to the jungle,

Watch it bring you to your...

It's gonna bring you down, Ha!

Welcome to the Jungle – Guns –N- Roses

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When Tony wakes up the next morning, he doesn't know what to say about the previous night but since Natasha is still lying next to him, her bare back exposed as she sleeps, he figures he probably doesn't have to say anything.

He notices his phone blinking and grabs it off the nightstand, reading the text that Friday has sent him.

Boss, the press conference to introduce the New Avengers is in three hours. Your meeting with the UN is in two.

"Thanks, Fri." He tells her.

Rolling over, he runs one callused palm down Natasha's back from her nape to her lower back. She sighs before turning her head to look at him.

"We should start getting ready." Her voice is husky with sleep and her green eyes are soft and glowing.

"Yeah." He tells her. The meeting is to sign official papers saying that she is reinstated, though on a probationary level. The world doesn't know what she'd done at the airport but the UN does. And they don't trust her. She is still needed, though.

The press conference is to let the world know that Iron Man, Vision, and War Machine are still there to protect them and to introduce Iron Widow and Progeny.

Natasha showers first as Tony gets coffee. Then he showers as she goes to make them bagels for breakfast.

He dons another expensive Italian suit. He forgoes all black in favor of a pastel blue dress shirt, a sky blue vest, navy blue trousers with a matching jacket and a sky blue silk tie with a matching handkerchief in the jacket pocket.

Natasha is wearing high waisted skinny slacks in a deep black, a blood red silk shirt with short sleeves and matching shoes. The heels have tiny silver spikes running up the back of them and Tony can't stop staring. Because her outfit hugs her curves so perfectly and he can't stop wondering what the spikes would feel like digging into his back.

His eyes finally make it to her face and her lips are the same color as her shirt. Her eye makeup is more subtle but the green seems brighter than normal. Her hair is styled into a faux hawk a few inches high, the sides and back smoothed down to look shorter.

They eat quickly before heading to the meeting room. The UN had agreed to send a representative to the compound as they held the meeting over a video conference. They didn't want a gossip rag finding out anything going on today.

The meeting is over fairly quickly, which Tony is thankful for, because one of the UN member made a comment about Natasha using her "feminine wiles" to get Tony on her side and he'd been forced to bite his tongue.

Sure, Tony had made a snide comment after the airport battle about being a double agent, but no one else was allowed to say those things.

They head towards the back of the compound for their suits. Friday is projecting the audio as Pepper walks onto the stage and clears her throat.

"We asked all of you here today to assure you that the Avengers are still here to help. The fugitives are still on the run, yes, but the law-abiding, accords approved Avengers are here to stand for you. They are here to listen to you. They are here to help you." She says once they quiet down so she can begin.

When he glances at her, Natasha looks over at him and tilts her head with a smile.

"I know that the public has had a love-hate relationship with the Avengers. You have questioned their choices. You have applauded their choices. You've yelled at them to stay away and begged them to come help. They didn't always listen to you. That's what they're here to do now. They're here to respect the citizens of this world and respect their choices."

Tony lets the suit wrap around him as Natasha does the same. He always loves this part and he's glad that Natasha had agreed to Friday's idea. "I know some of you have been anxious about their lack of numbers, but I can tell you with full confidence that their numbers are strong. War Machine and Vision could not be here today, though they are both still active duty members. Now, the Avengers would like to introduce you to their newest member. Progeny."

The music begins to blare and he can't help but smile when the crowd gasps. Welcome to the Jungle was Friday's only real request for their introduction. She is her father's daughter. Friday is wearing her, personally designed, Progeny armor as she flies over the crowd and does a few aerial spins, Tony and Natasha following behind her. They don't want to take away from her moment so they don't do any flashy moves.

Friday lands on the stage in what he's come to realize is her own signature move. Her feet are planted, one in front of the other, as she stands slightly sideways. Her arms are bent at the elbows, hands up in a ready stance. Tony can fully admit to himself that letting Friday design her own armor was an amazing idea. She looks dangerous and intimidating in the matte black armor with silver accents.

The armor is six feet and eight inches of vibranium and adamantium infused gold and titanium alloy. When he'd gotten the idea, he'd let Friday check out previous armor specs, since she was built as a combat AI with learning capabilities. And she likes Halo games and Robocop movies.

There are two automatic .45s under each thigh plate, non-lethal ammo, two combat knives strapped to her lower back, and a staff with electrical stunning capabilities that went down her spine, the same material as the suit. She also has the repulsor blasts. The armor itself is sleek and slim, not bulky like some of his other armors. There's no arc reactor light visible in the chest, instead, Friday had opted to place her reactors on the inside of the suit. For protection.

Besides being able to provide aerial support, she's proficient in multiple types of hand to hand combat.

Tony and Natasha land behind her silently, Natasha mimicking his landing, all of them stand slowly, letting the crowd take them in. He knows Friday would be smiling if she could.

Their armor matches, but not perfectly. Natasha's is matte black with matte red pieces and a matte red hourglass on the chest piece. Her reactor is also hidden from sight. Tony's suit is matte black with pieces of red and gold that shines in the light.

There's a moment of silence as the song gets quieter and then the small crowd is roaring with questions. Tony and Natasha flip up their face plates before letting the suits open up to let them step forward. Unsurprisingly, Natasha's hair is still perfect and she's still wearing her killer heels.

And Tony really wants to kiss her.

Meanwhile in the Middle of Nowhere

They had caught wind of Tony's press conference and Steve can only shake his head as Pepper speaks. Nothing she's saying makes sense and he has to wonder why the public is eating it up. He can't stop the eye roll when a loud, grating song starts to play. Of course, Tony would want a show.

"Who's Progeny?" He hears Clint ask and he only shakes his head. The camera angle switches to show three suits flying in the bright blue sky and he clenches his jaw. The suggestive lyrics make him vaguely uncomfortable but he's more worried about the type of people Tony would give access to his suits. He isn't exactly the best judge of character.

"Wow." Sam whispers as the first figure lands. "That is terrifying."

"What the hell does he think he's doing?" Clint growls as two other figures land and Steve sees one of them with Natasha's infamous symbol painted on the chest. "He can't just replace her."

Steve pats Clint's shoulder gently, but he keeps his attention on the press conference. The three suits look more like a Black Ops unit than Avengers. People weren't going to want such intimidating figures trying to save them.

"What the fuck?!" Clint yells and Steve almost admonishes him but he understands his stress. He realizes he'd lost track of what was happening on the television because when he refocused, Natasha was stepping out of the suit with her symbol on its chest. Her hair was unbelievably short and he didn't much care for it, but otherwise she looked the same.

With a glance at Clint, Steve decides not to comment on the fact that she'd obviously never been loyal to them. She was obviously on Tony's side and Steve could only hope that she had some plan to turn the other man to their way of thinking.

"Do you think she's been with him the whole time?" Sam asks softly and there's something in his voice that Steve can't quite place.

"It doesn't matter. We've already lost Scott. Natasha is obviously on Tony's side. We need a plan to stop these Accords. There has to be something we can do."

He watches silently as Clint slams out of the room they're in. There's not much he can say to make his teammate feel better about the recent turn of events. His focus was better spent on something that would help them fix this mess.