Wow… I'm really mediocre at this updating thing… Well I have nothing for the next week so I am hoping to update twice, no promises. My computer has been on the fritz constantly as well so that isn't helping! Anyway! Thank you for being patient!
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Emerald green met turquoise as Kyra made eye contact with the unknown man. Immediately, she knew this man would be difficult to ignore while working and could only hope that for her sake he was passing through and not a regular employee.
But, every logical thought flew right out of her head when his hand brushed hers as they both reached for a lipstick that had fallen out of her purse. The only thing that ripped her out of her daze was his voice making its second appearance.
"I don't believe I have seen you around here before? Are you a friend of Mr. Starks?"
Gosh that deep honeyed voice would be the end of her.
"No, I haven't met him yet, I'm actually on my way to see him soon. I'm a recent employee."
Loki's eyes widen at that, this women hadn't even met Tony and yet she was already employed by him? Not only that but she was on the housing floor, meaning Happy was on his way to show her her room. These two things alone spoke volumes of how intelligent this woman supposedly was. Oh how he loved new hirees, especially ones that believed they were intelligent. This should liven things up around the building, if the light blush dusting her cheeks indicated anything, Loki knew it would prove interesting to rile this one up, if not for a short period of time.
"Then we will be seeing a lot of each then, Ms?"
"Mordae. I don't believe I caught your name?"
Loki extended his hand "Odinson, Lawrence Odinson."
Kyra firmly shook his hand, gathered her things, and began to stand. Just her luck, of course she would be seeing him again…
Loki followed suit as she bid him goodbye and left with Happy, not feeling Loki's eyes follow her every move as she walked away from him.
Kyra could feel discomfort radiating off of Happy as they continued down the corridor.
"Happy, if you don't mind me asking, what has gotten you so bothered?"
Sighing Happy replied "Miss I don't think you should affiliate with Mr. Odinson too much, I'm sorry you had to meet him so early in your SI career. He isn't the most trustworthy person, a bit difficult to deal with as well."
Great. Probably the only attractive man in this building, besides any of the Avengers, was an asshole.
"Thank you for the warning, I will be sure to keep that in mind if I have anymore interactions with him."
With a tight smile Happy lets out"You be sure to do that" indicating to a door to their left, Kyra is informed this will be her room.
A quick look around shows only two doors, the one to the left which is hers and then one right across the hallway.
Odd.
She expected more doors, they must be further down the hall.
Happy pulls out a card, "this will be your access card to this floor, your room, and anywhere you need to get to in the building. I don't know if it is total clearance, but it certainly covers most of it. Anyways, I will see you later. When you are ready to meet Mr. Stark just ask Jarvis to direct you." pointing to the ceiling he finishes with "it can feel a bit odd speaking to nothing, but honestly Jarvis is the most sane one in this building, you can trust him."
Taking the card in hand, Kyra turn to open her door. "Thank you Happy. Should I ask Jarvis to warn when I am on my way?"
With a bout of laughter Happy replies "Oh Miss, even if you did tell Jarvis to warn Mr. Stark, he still wouldn't be ready when you got there. He tends to get… preoccupied. You'll see what I mean when you meet him. Good luck and welcome to the team."
Stepping into her room, Kyra immediately turns and rests her forehead against her door.
Alone at last.
She had been here less than an hour and she was already confused.
Mr. Stark could have warned her that she would be staying in the building.
Prepared her to be living IN her work environment.
No use complaining about it now, might as well have a look around and see what furniture and utensils she needed to buy.
Turning to rest her back against the door, she sees the apartment for the first time.
Apartment isn't the right word.
No apartment is THIS size.
Its basically half a floor! All to herself!
Not only that but is that a couch and a tv she sees around the corner? The place couldn't possibly come furnished… Could it?
Oh it could.
She couldn't have designed. No she couldn't have paid for everything that laid in front of her.
A plush grey couch neatly littered with embroidered throw pillows and flanked by two arm chairs of the same color, sat in the middle of what she assumed was the living room. Right across from a massive Stark TV that must be at least 80 inches. A few side tables were scattered around the room, each with a set of coaster on them, and then a glass top coffee table with carefully placed magazines was the centerpiece.
Tiered drop lights hung from the ceiling, even though they were unneeded. The amount of natural lighting brought in from the entire wall being a window was more than sufficient.
A beautiful view of the bay peaked between buildings. It all looked so peaceful from this high up.
Wandering around the 'apartment', if you could call it that, seemed endless. She had found 2 full bathrooms and then some half bathrooms.
She found a room that had a bunch of games in it like pool and such.
Her room was a masterpiece though.
It was obvious that the designer had an experienced hand.
Once again the entire wall was a window so she didn't even need to turn on lights to admire the work before her.
It was comfortable, yet sleek and classy. If Kyra didn't know better she would say that the designer knew her usual specifications.
Blacks, whites, silvers, and reds shone before her.
Pieces of art hung on the walls, simplistic pieces depicting ladies in dresses or famous landmarks from around the globe. A black plush chair sat in the corner next to a silver chest of drawers that held a mirror on top.
The crown jewel of the room was the massive bed that seemed to rise out of the floor.
It was black and simplistic, the headboard was leather and appeared padded. The bedding was the real eye catcher though.
A black satin duvet was methodically tucked into the bottom of the bed, pulled back to show bright red sheets on the inside. A mountain of throw pillows crowded the top of the bed while a faux silver fur appeared to be tossed at the bottom, but Kyra knew better. Everything in this room had been thoughtfully placed where it was.
A grumbling pulled Kyra out of her awed state. Her belly was protesting.
It was almost five p.m. and she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Guess that means time to find the kitchen and hope it's stocked.
"Ms. Mordae, if you don't mind me intruding, I heard your stomach and deduced you might be hungry. I can direct you to the kitchen if you wish."
Holy Shit. That must be Jarvis.
Happy wasn't wrong when he said it felt weird to speak to the ceiling, it also scared the crap out of her hearing a random voice from nowhere.
"Umm. Yes, thank you. That would be lovely. I feel its safe to assume you are Jarvis?"
"Yes ma'am, I reside in all parts of the tower and am equipped to help you with almost anything you should need."
"Alright then, lead the way."
She lied.
The kitchen was the best part of this apartment.
She absolutely wasn't just saying that because it was fully stocked, the food was amazing, and the coffee could actually raise the dead with how good it was.
Ready made food sat waiting to be devoured in the fridge and cabinets, but there was also plenty of ingredients should she feel the urge to cook for herself.
A container of Ben and Jerry's cherry garcia sat on the middle shelf of the fridge and seemed to summon her. After a minute or two of searching for a spoon, Kyra tore off the lid and began to devour the sweet treat. Deciding to move to the table instead of sitting upon the counter tops like a plebeian, something caught her eye.
Sitting delicately upon the table was a piece of paper with very neat precise writing upon it, 'Hope everything is to your liking, feel free to ask Jarvis for any changes you might want. I will meet you soon, I hope you enjoy your stay here. -P. P. '
Huh. Must be someone who works for Stark. Either way the note did remind her that she was here for a reason. She needed to get ready and go actually meet her new employer.
After changing into something a bit fresher, Kyra simply followed Jarvis's directions to one of the top floors.
Exiting the elevator, she was greeted with sounds of cheering and general commotion. Best bet is that is where Stark is.
Her heels lightly clicked on the floor as she made her way into what seemed to be the common area, her turning the corner made all the commotion stop.
A soccer game was playing in the background as a tall blonde muscular man stood up from the middle of the couch, he was wearing a t-shirt that appeared to small for him and a pair of khakis. His piercing baby blue eyes met Kyras and he addressed her with "Ma'am, I believe you may be lost. I can escort you to where you need to be going. It's odd that Jarvis would lead you up here, we apologize for the inconvenience."
As he began to approach her, Jarvis chimed in. "Actually Captain Rodgers. She is exactly where she is meant to be. There is not fault on my end."
Did the AI just sass that guy.
Wait… Was that guy… Captain America?! Oh man.
"Jarvis I don't understand, I wasn't informed of any gue-"
"Of course you weren't informed of anything Wonder Boy. Shes MY employee. This is MY company after all"
And so Tony Stark came strolling around the corner, whisky glass in hand, in all his egotistical glory
Sorry its short! It felt like a good stopping point! There will definitely be more soon!