Natasha Romanoff was bored out of her mind working in the Legal department of Stark Industries. She was accustomed to long-term infiltration missions, but her usual targets were far more dangerous—cartels, mafias, or government spy agencies—not corporate companies undergoing a transition. This assignment felt like a waste of her time and talents. The mundane routines of office life, the endless paperwork, and the superficial interactions with colleagues were a far cry from the high-stakes missions she was used to.
Her primary target, Tony Stark, was rarely present at the company, making her task even more frustrating. She had been sent to gather intelligence on Stark and his activities, yet he spent more time off-site, leaving her with little to do but observe and report on minor details. It was a stark reminder that a normal life, with its predictable patterns and lack of danger, might never be meant for her. As she skimmed through yet another report, Natasha couldn't help but yearn for the thrill of her past assignments. Here, she was just another employee, blending in perfectly, but feeling utterly out of place.
In contrast to Natasha's mood, the department had been buzzing with activity for the past few days due to Tony Stark's abrupt decision to appoint Pepper Potts as the new Chairman and CEO of Stark Industries. The legal team was scrambling to prepare the necessary documents and facilitate the transition. The sudden change in leadership raised eyebrows within S.H.I.E.L.D., especially given their concerns about Tony Stark's health. The arc reactor project, while groundbreaking, posed significant risks, and having an arc reactor embedded in one's chest for such a long time was a cause for concern for them.
However, Natasha saw a silver lining in the chaos. The leadership shake-up provided her with a rare opportunity to get closer to Tony Stark, as S.H.I.E.L.D. had requested. Gaining access to his house would be crucial, as it would allow her to tap into information stored on his mansion's servers—data that could potentially hold answers to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s concerns and more. This was a chance to fulfil her mission objectives and perhaps even uncover something unexpected.
At the moment, Natasha was eavesdropping on a conversation in the office of the Head of the Legal Department. The discussion revolved around who would be dispatched to secure signatures from Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Natasha listened intently to the boring meeting, her mind calculating the angles and potential this opportunity could present to her. When the name "Samantha Carlisle" was mentioned as the chosen envoy, Natasha felt that it was time for her to make a move.
The meeting concluded, and Natasha knew she had to act swiftly. Time was of the essence. The gossip around the office was that Samantha would grab a quick coffee at the cafeteria before doing anything that would cause her to be nervous. Heading to Tony Stark's mansion was definitely one of those moments. So, Natasha made her way to the cafeteria.
Natasha was on the fifth floor, while the cafeteria was on the ground floor. Natasha knew that she did not have time to wait for the lift, so she pried open the elevator door. The elevator shaft yawned before her, a dark descent that would intimidate most. For Natasha, it was just another route. She measured the distance and jumped down, using the cables to control her descent with minimal noise.
Landing silently on the ground floor, she emerged from a service hatch and seamlessly blended into the office crowd. Natasha spotted Samantha Carlisle at the cafeteria counter. Gliding up beside her, Natasha engaged Samantha in light conversation, a seemingly innocent exchange about the weather and weekend plans. Her demeanour was warm, and friendly like she had been for the past how many months that she had been stationed here.
With a subtle flick of her wrist, Natasha slipped a small, fast-acting pill into Samantha's coffee as they spoke. The pill dissolved instantly, leaving no trace. Samantha, oblivious, took a sip, and within moments, began to pale. Natasha watched with a mixture of satisfaction and feigned concern as Samantha excused herself, her condition rapidly deteriorating. The symptoms were swift and severe; Samantha was soon doubled over, her face flushed and eyes watering.
"I think you should head to the infirmary," Natasha suggested, her voice filled with genuine-sounding concern. "You don't look well at all."
As Samantha stumbled away, Natasha's expression shifted from concern to determination effortlessly. She wasted no time; her mind was already calculating her next move. She returned to her department, where a few of her colleagues had already noticed Samantha's sudden departure and were murmuring among themselves.
Natasha approached the group, her demeanour calm and composed. "Samantha's really not looking good," she said, injecting just the right amount of empathy into her tone. "She might need to head home."
A few heads turned towards her, eyebrows raised in concern. "But what about the documents for Mr. Stark and Miss Potts?" one of them asked, worry etched on their face.
Natasha saw her opening. "I know how important those signatures are," she began, her voice steady and reasonable. "And since Samantha can't do it, someone else will have to step in. I can go. I've been familiar with the paperwork, and I have a good rapport with Miss Potts from previous interactions."
She saw the hesitation in their eyes, the weighing of options. Natasha pressed on, her tone becoming more assertive. "It's critical that we get this done today, and I'm more than willing to help. Plus, with everything going on, it's crucial that we present a unified, competent front."
Her colleagues, relieved to have a solution, nodded in agreement. The department head, who had been listening in, finally spoke up. "Alright, Rushman, if you're up for it, go ahead. Make sure everything is in order." Natasha nodded, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
With her colleagues' approval secured and the legal documents firmly in hand, Natasha stepped out of the office and made her way to the sleek, black car she had been assigned for the trip. The drive was a seamless blur of the urban jungle of Los Angeles. When she pulled up to the mansion's entrance, the imposing gates swung open with a mechanical hiss. With a final deep breath, she exited the car and headed towards the front door.
When Pepper Potts opened the door to the sound of the doorbell, she was fully expecting a representative from the legal department, not someone she knew personally. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw one Natalie Rushman standing on the other side.
"Natalie? What a pleasant surprise!" Pepper's initial shock quickly gave way to a warm, if somewhat confused, smile. "I wasn't expecting you here. Harry's busy sparring with Tony at the moment. Why don't you come in and join us?"
Natasha returned Pepper's smile with her own, though it held a hint of amusement. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm actually here on business, not to socialize. I need your and Tony's signatures on some documents." She smoothly extended a folder, its contents carefully prepared for this very moment.
Pepper's expression shifted from surprise to confusion, her eyes darting between the folder and Natasha's calm demeanour. "Wait, you work at Stark Industries?"
Natasha nodded with a nonchalant grace. "Yes, that's right."
Pepper's eyebrows shot up in astonishment. "Since when?"
Natasha explained, her voice steady. "Ever since I relocated to Los Angeles from D.C. It was only after being offered a position with Stark Industries that I decided to come here.
Pepper's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "How come Harry never told me about this? I feel so out of the loop. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind for not mentioning this."
Pepper turned on her heel, ready to confront Harry, but Natasha gently touched her arm, halting her. "Please, wait. Harry doesn't know. He believes I work at one of the many other companies in Los Angeles. I didn't tell him because I wanted to stand on my own two feet. I didn't want to be perceived as using his connection to you or Tony to advance my career. I didn't want to be estranged from my colleagues because of Harry."
Pepper raised an eyebrow, her confusion evident. "You know how many shares Harry owns of Stark Industries right and the role he is playing in shaping the company to this new direction that we are taking. Why are you trying to grind all the way from the beginning when you could have just worked with him?"
Natasha shook her head with a smile. "Harry has already done so much for me. I believe in earning my own way and making my own mark, even if it means starting from the bottom. It's always been my principle to build my career on my own merit and not rely on someone else. Even if that person is the best boyfriend in the world."
Pepper's frustration softened as she listened. She was struck by the sincerity and determination in Natalie's voice. It was clear that Natalie had chosen a path of genuine self-reliance and wanted to make her own way rather than relying on Harry's influence. Pepper admired her for that—she herself had fought for every inch of respect and authority in her career, and she could relate to Natalie's desire to prove herself on her own terms. "Alright, I get it. But if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. As the new CEO, I like to think I might have a little influence around here," Pepper teased, her smile returning.
Natasha laughed, the tension easing between them. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Boss."
As Pepper guided Natasha through the mansion, her thoughts wandered far from the grandeur of her surroundings. Natasha's mind replayed her recent conversation with Harry about what kind of a future he has dreamed of, stirring up a storm of self-doubt and uncertainty.
She thought about her relationship with Harry, the unexpected joy and solace he had brought into her life. In him, she had found a kind of hope, love, and belonging that she had always craved. But now, a gnawing sense of uncertainty crept in. Natasha found herself questioning whether she was truly the right person for him.
Harry had always spoken of his dreams with such sincerity and longing—his desire for a family, a home filled with laughter and warmth. Natasha's heart ached at the thought of denying him that future. Her own desire to keep Harry all to herself felt increasingly selfish in light of his dreams. She had found a different connection with him, one she had never known before, but she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps her own darkness cast a shadow over their future together.
She was tainted and her list of sins could be unfathomable to accept for anyone. She was a killer and a spy. No matter what else she tried to be, she couldn't hide from the fact that she was made to kill. No matter how hard she tried to redefine herself, the scars of her past remained, an indelible part of her identity. Could Harry truly accept the burden that came with being with her? Did he deserve to be tied to a world that she belonged to?
Natasha grappled with the idea that Harry's dreams might be better fulfilled with someone who was unburdened by the weight of her past. She thought of Pepper—intelligent, compassionate, and undeniably suited to the life Harry yearned for. Perhaps Harry could have the family he longed for, the life he envisioned, with someone who could seamlessly fit into that vision.
She had once been driven by selfish desires, but her love for Harry had grown into something more than her selfish desire to be with him. It was no longer just about her own needs and wants; it was about his happiness and his future. Natasha's possessiveness had softened, giving way to a painful but clear realization. Harry was still young, with his life ahead of him, and maybe it was time for her to consider the possibility that her love for him might mean letting him go.
Natasha's thoughts however were abruptly interrupted as Pepper announced her arrival at the gym. The room was a marvel of modern design—a spacious, high-ceilinged area transformed into a cutting-edge boxing gym. Gleaming steel and chrome equipment gleamed under the bright overhead lights. Heavy bags, speed bags, and free weights lined the walls, while a boxing ring, with its red ropes and pristine canvas, stood at the centre. The rhythmic thuds of gloves striking pads filled the air, creating an ambience of intense focus and activity.
Amidst all this, Natasha spotted Tony Stark, clad in a pair of sweat-soaked training clothes, sparring with Happy Hogan, who was swathed in thick, protective padding. Tony, his face set in a determined scowl, was clearly intent on honing his fighting skills. On the sidelines, Harry was offering instructions with a mixture of encouragement and critique, while Happy, slightly exasperated, was attempting to defend himself.
"Not quite like that," Harry called out. "Remember, I'm teaching Tony how to fight, not just how to box."
Happy, clearly frustrated, grumbled under his breath about the lack of conventional boxing technique. "That's not how you box—" he started, but his words were cut off by the sudden appearance of Natasha.
As Natasha moved forward, her presence seemed to slow time. She glided across the room with an effortless grace, her tailored outfit contrasting sharply with the gym's rugged setting. Each step she took radiated confidence and an almost palpable sense of poise, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room.
The trio—Tony, Harry, and Happy—paused mid-motion, their gazes fixed on Natasha. Tony's jaw fell slightly open, his training momentarily forgotten. Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and even Happy's irritation turned to astonishment.
Pepper, standing beside Natasha with a self-satisfied grin, seemed to revel in the dramatic impact of the moment. "I promise this is the only time I'll ask you to sign over your company," she teased, holding up the folder with the documents. She turned to Tony, who was still in a daze from Natasha's entrance. "Tony, can you come over here and sign these papers?"
Happy, seizing the opportunity created by Tony's distraction, threw a playful punch at Tony's back. "Never take your eyes off—"
But before Happy could finish his well-worn adage, Tony's irritation kicked in. With a swift, almost effortless move, Tony spun around and delivered a solid kick to Happy's stomach. The impact sent Happy reeling, stumbling back into the corner post with a grunt of surprise and discomfort.
Harry's gaze remained fixed on Natasha as she conversed with Pepper and handed over the documents. A wave of realization hit him like a freight train. He should have anticipated this development, especially given that Fury had tasked them with assessing Tony Stark for the Avengers Initiative. Yet, seeing Natasha here, impeccably dressed in a professional outfit and exuding an air of authority, was still a jarring sight.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, the tension between her polished appearance and the casual chaos of the gym creating an intriguing contrast. Natasha's presence, so composed and competent, reminded him of her exceptional skills and the depth of her commitment.
Harry felt an intense rush of affection and admiration. He wanted nothing more than to stride across the room, sweep Natasha into his arms, and kiss her deeply. The impulse was almost overwhelming, a visceral reaction to the sight of her. However, he was keenly aware of the context—Natasha was here on official business, and he had to respect that boundary.
He made a conscious effort to rein in his emotions, reminding himself of the professional nature of her visit. His mind wrestled with the duality of wanting to show his affection and recognizing the importance of her role in this situation. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that Natasha was so adept at blending into her environment and performing her duties with such expertise, even if it meant putting their personal moments on hold.
"That's it I am done." Tony claimed and made his way out of the right, Happy started to take off his protective gear. "What's your name, lady?" Tony called out, pointing to Natasha.
"Rushman, Natalie Rushman." Natasha replied a bit flustered.
"Front and centre, come to the church" Tony said, as he waved her hand and asked her to enter the boxing ring.
"I don't think this is a good idea," Pepper exclaimed.
"If it pleases the church, which it does," Tony replied.
"Don't worry about it. I can do this." Natasha replied handing the documents to Pepper.
"I am sorry, he is very eccentric." Pepper apologised profusely.
"There are some extra gym clothes and shoes in my car, why don't you change into something more comfortable before you step into the ring? By the time you get ready, Pepper can make sure that Tony has signed the papers." Harry said taking everyone by surprise. Natasha smirked and headed over to Harry's car. She already knew that Harry had conjured her the right outfit with the help of his magic.
Pepper gave Harry a death stare which he just shrugged off.
"Hey Tony, want to place a bet?" Harry called out, his tone light and playful.
Tony, still entranced by Natasha as she sauntered out of the room, blinked and turned to Harry. "What?" he stuttered, clearly distracted.
"I said, do you want to place a bet?" Harry repeated, his smirk widening.
Tony shook himself out of his daze. "What's the bet?"
Harry leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I bet you that I'll get the new girl to kiss me by the end of her boxing lesson."
Tony's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a mischievous grin spread across his face. "You're on! I'll take that bet for a thousand bucks."
"Deal," Harry said, sealing the wager with a confident nod.
Harry turned to Happy Hogan who was busy pulling on his protective gear. Harry stopped him with a grin. "Hey, Happy! I'm taking over the sparring session. I'm going to show the new girl what I've got."
Happy gave Harry a knowing look and a thumbs-up. "Good luck, man. You'll need it."
Tony walked over to Pepper and plopped down beside her on the bench, clearly amused. "Looks like things just got interesting," he said with a smirk, giving Pepper a playful nudge.
Pepper raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a bemused smile. "Oh, this should be fun," she said, watching with a mixture of curiosity and exasperation.
Pepper saw the look on Tony's face and asked "What?"
"Who is she?" Tony inquired, nodding towards where Natasha had left from.
"She's from Legal, and she's someone you shouldn't even be considering," Pepper replied with a hint of annoyance.
"Why? Because she might come with a hefty sexual harassment lawsuit?" Tony quipped, only half-serious.
"No, because Harry's already interested in her," Pepper responded, a touch of irritation in her voice.
"I need an assistant," Tony declared with a touch of desperation.
"Yes, and I have three excellent candidates lined up for you to consider," Pepper countered.
"I don't have time to meet anyone. I need someone now, and she seems perfect," Tony insisted, his frustration evident.
"No, she's not," Pepper firmly disagreed.
Tony's curiosity was piqued. "How do you spell her name?" he asked, already fiddling with the computer console. As he pulled up Natasha's HR file, his eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, very impressive. Fluent in French, Italian, Russian, Latin. Studied at Harvard, did an exchange program in London, worked at the Smithsonian translating Latin texts before joining Stark Industries."
"Yes, I already know all of that," Pepper said, trying to maintain her composure.
"I need her. She's got everything I need," Tony said, his tone final.
"No, you don't," Pepper insisted. "Finish signing the papers, and I'll make sure you get the right candidate for your secretary."
Tony grumbled but complied, signing the documents Natasha had brought with her.
While the discussions continued, Natasha swiftly changed into a sleek, black sports bra and matching tights. Her hair was neatly tied up into a high ponytail, accentuating her striking features and athletic build. The new outfit highlighted her natural beauty and gave her a fierce, confident aura that left Harry spellbound. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, captivated by the blend of strength and grace she embodied.
As Natasha stepped into the ring, the room fell silent. She moved with purpose, her every stride exuding a mix of elegance and determination. She approached Harry, assuming a poised fighting stance that showcased her readiness and skill. The ring became a stage, with Natasha commanding the attention of everyone present.
Tony, Pepper, and Happy settled into their seats, their expressions a mix of anticipation and curiosity.
"Do they fit okay?" Harry asked as Natasha stood in front of him.
Natasha nodded, her eyes twinkling as she caught his gaze. "Perfectly," she replied, her tone steady but with a playful glint.
Harry leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper, "You look so hot right now, it's taking everything in me not to just jump you and kiss you right here."
Natasha's lips curved into a mischievous smile. She winked at him, her expression filled with a teasing allure. "Focus, Harry. We're here for a different kind of sparring," she teased back, her voice soft yet firm.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts. "Alright, are we doing boxing or mixed martial arts?" he asked, shifting the conversation back to the upcoming match.
"Mixed martial arts," Natasha answered, her tone confident and eager.
They both nodded, silently acknowledging the challenge ahead. Harry and Natasha squared off in the centre of the ring, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. The air was electric with anticipation. As Tony rang the bell to signal the start of the match, they circled each other, their movements deliberate and measured, testing the waters before the storm.
Natasha was the first to strike, her speed and agility on full display as she launched into a series of rapid kicks aimed at Harry's midsection. He blocked them with ease, Natasha was relentless. She was a blur of motion, each kick and punch precise and powerful. Harry countered with a swift jab, which Natasha dodged gracefully, her movements fluid and almost dance-like.
"Not bad," Harry muttered, a smirk playing on his lips.
Natasha responded with a quick feint, followed by a low sweep that nearly took Harry off his feet. He jumped back just in time, his eyes widening in surprise. Natasha was relentless, pressing her advantage with a flurry of punches and kicks. Harry parried and dodged, but it was clear that Natasha's agility was giving her the upper hand.
"You've been practising," Harry grunted, narrowly avoiding a particularly vicious kick.
"You're not so bad either," Natasha quipped, her voice steady despite the exertion.
The two moved in a rhythm, their bodies synchronized in a dance of combat. After continuous attempts, Harry landed a solid punch to Natasha's shoulder, sending her stumbling back. She recovered quickly, her eyes flashing with determination. Harry didn't let up and continued to press for his advantage. Natasha ducked under a high kick from Harry, coming up with a sharp elbow aimed at his ribs. He caught her arm, pulling her close, their bodies momentarily pressed together. The proximity sent a jolt of electricity between them, the sexual tension palpable. For a moment, the fight paused, both breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a heated gaze.
"You're holding back," Natasha breathed, a challenging edge to her voice.
Harry's grip tightened slightly, a playful smirk on his face. "I could say the same about you."
With a swift move, Natasha broke free, using her momentum to flip Harry over her shoulder. He landed on the mat with a grunt but quickly rolled to his feet. Natasha followed up with a high kick, which Harry caught, pulling her out of balance. They grappled, their bodies tangling as they vied for dominance. The closeness, the feeling of each other's strength and agility, only heightened the charged atmosphere between them.
They were both fully immersed in the fight, the world outside the ring forgotten. It was just the two of them, testing each other's limits, and pushing each other to be better. Despite the intensity, there was an underlying playfulness, a mutual enjoyment that made the challenge even more thrilling.
As the fight continued, Natasha and Harry found themselves locked in a series of rapid exchanges. Natasha used her agility to her advantage, dancing around Harry with a ballerina's grace. She feinted a punch, then swiftly dropped low, sweeping her leg out to trip him. Harry anticipated the move, leaping over her leg and closing the distance between them.
He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off the ground with ease. For a moment, their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling. Natasha's eyes sparkled with challenge and a hint of mischief. Instead of resisting, she used the momentum to wrap her legs around his torso, twisting her body to throw him off balance.
Harry stumbled but maintained his grip, turning the manoeuvre into a roll that brought them both to the ground. They landed with Natasha on top, her hands on his chest, pinning him down. She leaned in close, her lips just a breath away from his, her voice a low, teasing murmur. "Is this what you had in mind when you said mixed martial arts?"
Harry's eyes darkened with desire, his hands moving to grip her hips. "Something like that," he replied, his voice rough with restraint.
With a quick twist, Natasha attempted to pin Harry further, but he countered by rolling them over, reversing their positions. Now he was on top, holding her wrists gently yet firmly above her head. Their bodies pressed together, and the intensity of their proximity was almost overwhelming. The world outside the ring seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in a bubble of heightened awareness and unspoken tension.
Harry leaned down, his lips brushing against Natasha's ear as he whispered, "You know, you're making it really hard to focus on the fight."
Natasha smirked, her eyes gleaming. "Maybe that's the point," she teased, her voice laced with a seductive edge.
In a fluid motion, she shifted her hips, using a judo technique to flip Harry over her. The intensity of the fight escalated as Harry and Natasha continued their sparring. Natasha, using her agility, tried to slip out of Harry's grasp, but he was quick to counter her moves, matching her speed with his strength. The two circled each other, their breaths heavy and eyes locked, each assessing the other's next move.
Natasha feinted to the left, then spun to the right, aiming a kick at Harry's midsection. He caught her leg mid-air, using the momentum to pull her towards him. As she tried to regain her balance, Harry swept her off her feet, bringing her down to the mat in a controlled fall. Before she could react, he moved swiftly, securing a hold around her neck.
Harry locked his arms in a sleeper hold, his forearm pressing gently against Natasha's neck. He applied just enough pressure to immobilize her without causing harm. Natasha struggled briefly, her body tense, but she knew the hold was inescapable without causing injury to herself.
As the realization sank in, Natasha stopped struggling. She tapped out on Harry's arm, signaling her surrender. As the fight ended, applause erupted from the spectators. Tony's voice rang out, filled with excitement. "Now that's what I'm talking about! If she could go toe-to-toe with an ex-military officer, she'll make an amazing secretary."
Pepper, equally impressed, nodded in agreement. "That was quite the performance," she said, admiration evident in her tone. Even though Natasha had technically lost, Pepper couldn't help but salute her effort and skill.
However, the two fighters were lost in their own world. Natasha turned and straddled Harry, her legs on either side of his torso. Harry, still breathing heavily from the exertion, wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her closer. "That was intense," Natasha panted, her eyes never leaving his.
"Yeah," Harry replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. "I almost lost that one." Their gazes locked, the tension between them palpable, a mix of adrenaline and something deeper.
"So," Harry began, his voice low and teasing, "do I get my winner's kiss?"
Natasha smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. She leaned down and kissed Harry hard on the lips. The kiss was fierce, filled with unspoken emotions and the heat of their recent fight. They were both completely engrossed in the moment, the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in each other.
Tony stood frozen, the gavel for the bell slipping from his hand and clattering to the floor. His mouth hung open in disbelief at the sight of Harry and Natasha kissing. "How... how did Harry manage that?" he stammered, completely taken aback.
Pepper chuckled, enjoying Tony's shock. "I told you, Harry has his eyes on her, but you wouldn't listen."
Tony blinked, still confused. "What am I missing here?"
"Natalie is Harry's girlfriend," Pepper said, cutting to the chase.
"Since when?" Tony asked, his tone rising with surprise.
"Since forever," Pepper replied with a knowing smile. "She even left her job at the Smithsonian to be with Harry here in Los Angeles."
Tony looked even more bewildered. "Why do I not know about this?"
Pepper rolled her eyes, shaking her head in amusement. "Because you're too wrapped up in yourself to notice."
Tony frowned, piecing it together. "How serious are they?"
Pepper leaned in, her eyes twinkling. "Serious enough for Harry to be thinking about proposing soon."
Tony's eyes widened, and he let out an exaggerated sigh. "Of course, there's a whole love story I missed," he muttered, shaking his head.
Pepper smirked. "And don't forget, you owe Harry a thousand bucks for that bet."
Author's Note:
Thank you everyone for the support and thank you for your kind words and all the reviews that you have left.
The primary reason I wanted the Nat Harry pairing in this story was because of the big Natasha Reveal in Iron Man 2. Yes I know Natasha could have told Harry that she works in Stark Industry and all that. But hey, this was more dramatic and fun. I request that you cut me some slack for the plot hole. I was imagining the whole Tony and Harry being surprised by the reveal. I had written this chapter or at least the boxing scene so far ahead that I had been waiting for so long for you all to read it. I hope you enjoyed it.
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