AN; let's get some more a'goin huh?

"Look man I'm sorry!" I said into the phone.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Stark! We need that information. I can't send everyone over there because you can't do your job. You saved your company twice, and saved the world. But for some reason you can't get some information from a 25 year old woman?" Fury yelled back. God I hated talking to this guy. He never cut loose.

"Wait, there is no way that babe is only 25!"

"Stark! Pay attention to the bigger picture! I can send Clint and that's it. Everyone else is off succeeding at the tasks I assigned them."

"Well what was Clint doing?"

"Stopping an assassination from happening."

"An assassin to kill an assassin. Ironic?"

"He'll be there tomorrow afternoon. Until then, I suggest you work on your manners and I will have Agent Hill arrange for a meeting in the evening. Perhaps this time you won't be late."

"Sir I had-" I was cut off by the sound of a dead line. "He hung up on me! That bastard!" I put my phone in my pocket and looked at the now ruined pair of pants laying across the back of the hotel chair. I sat down on the bed and tried to remember what Pepper would have done to my pants. God, I am useless without her. Why did I dump her again? Ah yes, the in my face and up my ass thing. God that was annoying. I laid back and thought about Amelia. Dear sweet, fake act, better than me, Amelia. She was a woman who could stand on her own and take whatever was thrown at her. She was rough and tough and knew her stuff. But how did she get that way? I had only ever heard whispers of the name Helsweth and if she's a successful as she claims, I would have competed with her a lot more. She can't just pop up overnight like this. I bolted up and went to my make-shift lab. "J.A.R.V.I.S. look up every article on the internet about our little friend Amelia Helsweth."

"Yes, sir." He replied in his British robot voice. Yeah, I should be wondering why Amelia the American is here, when my AI unit has a British accent. And how'd she get Mia to be so real, and human like? "Your results sir." I snapped out of it and looked at the projected screens in front of me.

"Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S. How would you look like if you were a human?" I asked. Then a picture of David Beckham was all I could see. "We can always dream eh?" I said rolling my eyes.

"Sorry sir for my attempt at humor." I snickered. Yes J.A.R.V.I.S. you want to be a stud? I'll make you a stud. I tossed the picture of David aside and looked at the pictures and articles of Amelia.

Amelia Joan Marie Ann Helsweth is the prodigy child of Mr. Charles and Eva- Rose Helsweth. She was raised with her mother in California where she participated in many theatric and musical performances. Her talents were best seen in Annie playing the lead. She also helped with many volunteer activities in her neighborhood. At age 10 she traded in her ballet shoes for an accurate diagram of the brain. Although she had always been skilled in school, it wasn't until she gave up her preforming arts talents before really putting her best brain forward. She breezed through school graduating from Palo Alto High School as Valedictorian at age 15, and went on to complete her Undergraduate studies at Stanford University. She majored in Mechanical Engineering, Bioengineering and Computer, Physical, and Biological Sciences. She graduated from Stanford, at age 20, egregia cum laude being the first to ever achieve this honor. After her father saw her efforts, he made a deal with her. If she could earn a PhD. In something, he'd let her have full ownership of the company he was going to create. Mr. Helsweth you shouldn't have made that bet. Shortly after visiting her father she enrolled in a prestigious school near him, wanting to be there to get her company. She attended Oxford to earn her doctrine in Neurosciences and Engineering in two years. At age 22 her father opened the doors of Helsweth Enterprises co-signing the company to her. After seeing her natural ability to lead the company and create and meet demands of the consumers, her father gave her full ownership of the company. Although her winning the Nobel Science and Medicine Prize for her outstanding work in Neuroscience may have been another persuading factor. Amelia has owned the company for two years and currently allows for other women to intern at her company. In closing Amelia says what pushed her most was 'my undying need to do something better than me and leave a legacy for many to marvel at in the distant future.'

And then there was a beautiful picture of her receiving her Nobel Prize and looking flawless and humble. Her glasses on her face looking slightly out of place because they were so big. At least she updated Mia. But how long had she had her? This was a great starting point but upon looking at everything else, there wasn't much variation. Everything said the same overall stuff. A few little extra notes on her early preforming days, a little more on the success on the company, but everything was so bland. It wasn't until I made it to the last result before it made sense.

Amelia Joan Marie Ann Helsweth. Who is she? Her clients hardly know, they just know she's the best, and friendliest they've ever dealt with. Does anyone know more about her besides how the girl managed to climb her way to the top in everything? No. She never holds press conferences, never does interviews, nothing. She keeps to herself and puts the company first. This woman is beautiful and would look nice on the cover of any magazine, so why hasn't she? A terrible past she's trying to hide? She believes it's to mundane for her? We'd all love to get to know you better Amelia, so if you read this please call us up and set up for an interview.

"J.A.R.V.I.S. I believe we have to really investigate our competition better."

"Noted sir. I shall scrape for information while you sleep. It's 4 a.m. you have a busy day tomorrow-"

"J.A.R.V.I.S. please! I don't need another Pepper running around. I'll go to bed, you get the details on the dame! Egregia cum laude! She out does me in out doing everyone in my MIT class! How the hell does that happen?!"

"She had a 4.0 and had a more rigorous honors course set."

"Oh, really? That's what egregia cum laude means? No idea. Thanks J.A.R.V.I.S." I said peeling off my shirt and walking towards the bed. I regretted it the second I laid down. Amelia made me feel more compassionate toward him. Because of Mia. Damn. "Sorry J.A.R.V.I.S." I said before curling under my sheets. I turned the light off beside my bed and drifted off to a dreamless slumber.

. BANG. I shot up from my bed and looked at the door. Who the hell is knocking on my door at…. Geez what time is it? I looked at the clock. One in the morning! Rude!

"Unless you're a wearing nothing but your intimates, go away!" I yelled and buried my head back in my pillow.

"Tony open up its Clint!" I furrowed my brow and walked to the door looking through the peep hole and seeing that it was indeed my friend Clint. I opened the door and he stepped in and looked at me with disproval. "You look like shit."

"Well it's one in the morning and you're banging at my door!"

"It's one in the afternoon dickhead." He said brushing past me. If that was true why was it so dark? I looked over at the window and noticed I had the curtains closed. Yes, that would explain it. I walked over to the computer and J.A.R.V.I.S. had printed out very useful information. Clint was rummaging through the mini-fridge and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. I opened my mouth to complain but shrugged it off. I had to look through this. Clint turned on the TV and watched some outdoorsman hunter thing. Of course he would. I read through the information and the occasional 'he's gonna miss' was mumbled from Clint. I ignored him I had bigger fish to fry. Speaking of frying this new bit here would be great to ask her about. So, Amy-J, what will you be preforming for me? I snickered at the story and couldn't wait until our meeting tonight.

O"O"O"O

"Ma'am Reltih is on the other line, he wants to know if you got his e-mail yesterday." Mia said. I typed away furiously at my computer replying to Director Fury.

"Of course I did Mia. I sent him a reply. Did he not get it?" Mia was silent, meaning that she was searching the interweb lines to see where it sent.

"He received it, he opened it. He's persistent."

"So is another idiot I dealt with yesterday. Apparently we'll be having another visit from Tony Stark. He'll have company this time. I'm just so enthused." I sighed grabbing my glasses from the desk and leaving my office after pressing the send button. Mia brought up all the charts on the screen of my current lab experiment while I was in the elevator. I let Clair De Lune fill my ears while looking at the stats and data being collected. "It appears we need to fix that bit there, in sector 4C, if not it will cause further malfunctions later in the machines life."

"Noted ma'am. Also be weary when you get to your floor." I was one floor away from my destination what could be so scary? "You have company." I raised my eyebrow and Mia tried to explain before the doors opened but lost the chance. There he was with his back turned looking at the door in front of him trying to figure out how to get into my lab. There was a man in black standing off to the side looking like he didn't want to be here.

"Stark, what the hell are you doing down here?" I said through gritted teeth. He turned and looked surprised to see me. He pulled his friend over and introduced us.

"Ah, Clint, this is her. The lady I was telling you about. Clint meet Miss. Amy-J." What?! My heart stopped for a second, however the fist that formed didn't stop until it met Tony's jaw.

AN: Ah tony, your never gonna win. Review? please and thanks. and take my poll.