The Little Avenger: Tony's Reaction
Tony hadn't been expecting a little girl when Fury had stepped aside. He also hadn't been expecting a beautiful woman to come from that little girl (or little girl coming from that beautiful woman?). Just thinking about it made his head spin with irritation and anger.
Fury shouldn't have been able to do that to them. Just pop another Avenger on them like they were a few kindergarteners. Like they were just going to automatically accept her into their tight little group, without a hitch, and without a problem.
But Fury probably knew there was problems, and that's why Tony caught a glimpse of a smirk on the director's face before he left the room. And then that little girls shows off her fancy flips and leaves with a devious smile, and then Tony has a hankering for a drink. And you can tell because he actually used the word "hankering."
As he's sitting in the Tower, his fifth(?) drink in front of him, his eyes glaring into space, he hears the doors open and then Steve is walking in, water in his hand, an obvious question on his face.
"No, I am not letting her move into the Tower," Tony says automatically. That little girl is not going to invade his home, no sir. No way is he going to give up one of his precious rooms to that little devious little-
"At least give her a chance, Tony," Steve says, a little look on his face and try as Tony might it's hard to say no to the Captain America puppy dog eyes.
"No. She is not going to come in here and get her greasy little paws-"
"Stark!"
"-all over my precious labs!" he huffs, completely ignoring the sound of protest.
She will not stay here, she will not stay here, she will not stay here...
"Stark, give her a chance. If she's going to fight with the Avengers she needs to learn to live with the Avengers. And we all live here."
Ah, damn, the puppy eyes. Tony tries to resist, but his genius IQ does nothing to protect him against the eyes. Oh, the eyes, how they kill him. Where was Pepper? Would she be on his side? Would she let that little fiend in. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours and she was already invading his thoughts, like a virus.
Okay. She could live here.
Tony needed to learn how to do the purty puppy eyes thing. Maybe Pepper would let him build the addition to the Stark Tower.
She was actually moving in. He was actually going to do this. She had a small duffel bag to bring to her rooms, and that was kind of pathetic, and he was not going to feel sorry for her, no matter how little she was bringing to a Stark room.
But she was pretty funny. I mean, the constant badgering of Hawkeye to ask him why he had a bow like Legolas wasn't very original, but he hadn't heard anyone ask Thor to play Would You Rather. That was a first. Thor took up interest in the game, and Clint even joined in after a few rounds
Maybe she wasn't exactly his first choice for another Avenger. She was very loud, irritating, filled with stupid questions, and a little brat.
But when she looked Fury over when he showed up at the Tower, smirked, and said that he should patent the glare, he decided she might be more than she looked. She seemed to be on Fury's good side, if only because she was a little gift wrapped up for the Avengers who could set them all off again. She had a nice attitude with authority, didn't seem to care who noticed when she belted out One Direction, and had a habit of poking people (who knew Natasha could give the death glare so effectively at nine in the morning?). She also had a habit of sticking close to anyone who absolutely seemed to despise her (hence why after she dropped her stuff off she followed Tony everywhere).
Tony wouldn't let her touch the suit though. But he let her follow him around. He would always let a fan compliment him, no matter the age. Just add to the ego, darling. Add to the ego.