Lyn strode into Stark tower with a coffee in each hand. She reached a problem at the door, but luckily the older security guard was on the other side and opened the door for her. As she returned his smile, she couldn't help but think about how odd people with moustaches looked when smiling. Or talking.

"Good morning Stan!"

"Morning Lyn, who's the coffee for?" The guard adjusted his glasses as they walked to the elevator.

"Tony and Bruce, who else?"

"What floor is it again?"

"Second from the top."

Stan pressed the button and stayed in the lobby as the doors closed. Lyn gently waved one of her hands to show thanks, trying not to spill Bruce's decaf.

"Morning gentlemen! Bruce here's your decaf; Tony here's your black extra strong."

"Brilliant. What's on the agenda for today Barker?" Tony asked as he took the coffee while Bruce uttered a 'Thanks' and returned to his screen. Since Loki had been captured, Odin had allowed the tesseract to be analysed, but only by Tony and Bruce.

"Well yet again you're supposed to go to that image consult meeting with Mr Doe and the rest of the board..."

"Eh, busy with the tesseract again."

"Then why did you ask?"

"So I knew what I was cancelling on."

Lyn rolled her eyes and shifted her attention to Bruce, pulling some paper from her satchel.

"Dr Banner your signature is needed on these requisition forms you sent yesterday that are due back tomorrow."

"You said they were due yesterday."

"That's because I knew you'd forget to sign somewhere, as these forms are so darn complicated for something so simple."

"Okay then." Bruce signed the papers where Lyn pointed.

"I'll be back in 5; I need to give these to Fury. Tony, don't blow up the lab. Bruce..."

Bruce looked up at Lyn, eyebrow raised.

"...Don't let him."

While in the hallway, Lyn bumped into one Clint Barton.

"Hello...who are you?"

"Tony and Bruce's assistant. I started 3 months ago. You wouldn't have known that, being in Egypt and all..." There was a pause as Clint looked her up and down.

"Did Tony hire you?"

Lucas sat at the head of the table, tracing his finger around the rim of his glass.

"Is Mr Stark attending or not?" He asked the table.

"It appears not...again."

Lucas rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Okay then. Let us begin..."

After the meeting, Lucas was ambushed by the only friend he'd made in 8 months. Nate.

"Hey Lucas! Want to come for a drink later? I've got some big news I want to tell ya!"

"Okay, okay. I'll be done by...5. Is that good?"

"Brilliant."

Later that evening Lucas and Nate sat at a bar, laughing.

"So what was the reason you invited me out again?" Lucas asked.

"Well, you know Max and I have been dating for quite a while now..."

Lucas' thoughts drifted. He'd met Max a few times. Tall guy, red hair, apparently part Scottish. He realised Nate was still talking, and paid attention again.

"I'm thinking of proposing to him. What do you think?"

Lucas was stunned. Partly because of Nate's news, but also because he finally realised. He finally realised why he felt so alone in the mornings, why he felt like there was something, no, someone he was missing.

"That's amazing Nate!" He said when his head finally let his mouth work.

"Thanks Lucas, I knew I could count on you to be happy for me." Nate smiled, finishing his drink.

As Lucas prepared for bed that night, he looked at himself in the mirror. For once he actually looked at himself. He was a good looking guy, good cheekbones, brilliant green eyes that were sometimes blue. He smiled to himself.

"Tomorrow's going to be a good day."