Loki stared down at the plates of food in front of him, and glanced toward the human girl. So far she had been more tolerable than he expected, and to his taste, she enjoyed irritating Tony Stark. She was extremely slim, but still curvacious, and, as pointed by Stark, unusually lacking in height, the top of her head being barely to his nose. The strange points in her appearance didn't end, though. Unlike Jane or the Black Widow, she wore very little of the facial paints that seemed to be so popular. Her hair was also cropped closely to her head, more line Stark's than any of the women's hairstyles.

Hopefully she would give him no reason to be severely agitated.

"Are you going to eat? It's delicious. Try everything. Midguardian food is delicious." Eira commented, proceeding to slice a slab of meat similar to his own and chew it slowly.

He looked back down at the "steak", as he heard it called. He then proceeded to mimic her utensil use and cut thin slices. It certainly didn't smell unappealing. He brought a small piece to his mouth and found it to his liking.

After several minutes of silence, he decided to be acquainted with his follower. "May I inquire why you encourage Mr. Stark to assault you?"

She smiled widely. "I was waiting for you to ask that! A couple of years ago, SHIELD was doing some experiments based on biological warfare of Tony's design. I was in the military and unaware of what was going on. As a result, I became crazy mutant girl who heals at a ridiculous pain and has a high threshold for pain, and Fury gave me the position with SHIELD. Tony and I have stayed good friends ever since, using each other for target practice." She grinned at him. "Which means I have special permission to throw things at him."

"Lucky you." He replied, recalling his own surprise as she and Stark had begun assaulting each other.

"It keeps things interesting." She said around a bite of meat.

"It certainly does."

"I wonder why he's so curious." Eira thought to herself. Oh well, better than him being spiteful.

"So, why haven't you attempted murder yet?" she asked, taking in the last bite of her steak.

He thought for a moment. "You're much more tolerable to have stalking me than I initially expected."

"How nice of you to say, I was terribly worried." she remarked.

He smiled. Jeez he was good-looking.

He's literally a god. Eira thought to herself. Oh and he killed fucktons of people and tried to enslave the human race.

Eh, she wouldn't judge him by that. Besides, she was allowed to notice if a guy was goodlooking. Pretty much everyone she worked around looked like models anyway.

"That was surprisingly delightful." He said as he wiped his mouth.

"Fantastic." Eira said as she placed two hundreds on the table.

"You had better not have scratched my Vanquish." Tony said around a mouth of what she assumed was Shawarma's.

"Practically my Vanquish. You should take that baby out more often."

Tony shook his head and held his arms out.

"Pfft. I'm not hugging you, female." She played her favorite science pun and Tony sighed.

"That hurt, Derosier. Hurt right here." He tapped his chest.

"Fine, but if you assault me, so help me god..." She reached to hug him.

"Jarvis, now!" he ducked.

"Jesus christ!" she felt something slam to her back, sending her flying over Tony. Suddenly, metal attacked her from everywhere.

Was he capturing her in one of his suits?

She stood up, and examined herself in the glass. Not one of Tony's suits..

"Surprise! Designed one for you. It's a prototype, for fitting only, I'll program the weaponry later and you can test it out on me. Can you communicate with Jarvis?"

"Jarvis, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, madame."

"Open this thing up, would you?"

Eira stepped out of the suit and examined it from the outside. Green and silver, of course. She examined the back and froze. Engraved across the shoulders of the suit read "Lieutenant General Shortstack."

"Son of a bitch, Tony." She glared as he chuckled and held his arms out. Sighing irritably, she hugged him. "You're an asshat, tin man." She clocked him on the jaw, and he laughed, obviously entertained that he had ambushed her.

"Thor's still entertaining your mutt, and your dastardly feline is sleeping on one of my favorite tables."

"Fabulous. I'm going to go read a book or something. Being assaulted really takes the energy out of a girl."

"Use protection." He snickered.

Without missing a beat, she grabbed the nearest vase and chucked it at his back. She turned on her heel and ran to the elevator.

"Jarvis, my floor please, now!"

"As you wish."

She glanced at Loki, as he had been smart enough to sprint with her to the elevator, and burst into laughter. Thankfully, he joined in, so she didn't look completely insane.

The elevator opened and she stumbled out, holding on of her sides. Jane poked her head out of her room. "Did you see Tony on your way in?"

"Yeah. Yeah I did." Eira got out between snickers.

Jane lifted her eyebrows, but didn't comment as she slipped back into her room.

Eira strolled into her room, only to be followed by Loki. "Need something?" she inquired, pouring herself a rum and coke.

"Fine literature would be nice."

"Hmmm..." she strode to her bookshelf and pulled the largest book, 'The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe'. "This should keep you occupied."

He took the book from her, and she tried desperately not to think about his hands. Ugh, she needed some alone-time, now.

"This should do nicely." And with that, she expected him to leave. But no, he sat himself on her bed and opened the book.

"Err, you can do that in your own room, you know."

"Do you wish me to leave?" He inquired innocently. For some reason she felt like he knew the answer to that before he asked.

"It would be nice, yes."

"Oh, well that's just terrible for you, isn't it?"

If he was going to be here for a while, he should have to get used to she and Tony's uncomfortable comments anyway.

"I don't like an audience when I pleasure myself, so excuse you." Eira folded her arms.

That did it. He immediately stood, and removed himself from her room. She almost felt bad.

Almost.

Suddenly, she heard bouts of laughter.

"Goddamnit Jarvis, was Tony listening in on that?"

"Yes I was, dollface!"

Eira groaned. She wasn't going to hear the end of that.