What if Iron man was actually....Iron Woman.
Y/N Stark had grown up in a strict household, it was never easy being the daughter of Howard Stark. You constantly searched for his approval, Just wanting to be loved.
But everything you hoped for...was...
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I had been boxing with Happy, laughing as he pretends that he knows what he's doing.
"The notary's here! Can you please come sign the transfer paperwork?" Pepper walks inside.
"I'm on happy time!" I yell as I hit Happy in the face with my elbow. "Sorry."
"What the hell was that?" Happy asks.
"It's called mixed martial arts. It's been around for three weeks." I chuckle.
"It's called dirty boxing, there's nothing new about it"
"All right, put them up. Come on." I nod. We both look over as an extremely beautiful woman walks up.
"I promise this is the only time I will ask you to sign over your company." Pepper says.
"I need you to initial each box." The woman says.
Happy taps me on the back of my head with a light punch, not enough to hurt me. "Lesson one. Never take your eye off..." I spin and kick happy and he goes crashing into the corner of the ring.
"That's it. I'm done. What's your name, lady?" I ask.
"Natalie Rushman." She says sweetly.
"Front and centre. Come into the church." I point.
Pepper looks embarrassed, "No. You're seriously not gonna ask..."
"If it pleases the court, which it does." I nod.
Natalie smiles at Pepper, "It's no problem."
"I'm sorry. She's very eccentric." Pepper smiles.
Natalie enters ring. I swig down more green liquid out of a bottle, staring at her. "What?" I ask as she continues to stare at me. "Can you give her a lesson?" I ask Happy, getting out of the ring.
"No problem."
"Pepper." I sit next to her.
"What?"
"Who is she?" I ask.
"She is from legal. And she is potentially a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit if you keep ogling her like that."
"I need a new assistant, boss." I nod.
"Yes, and I've got three excellent potential candidates. They're lined up and ready to meet you."
"I don't have time to meet. I need someone now. I feel like it's her." I smile.
"No, it's not."
"How do I spell your name, Natalie?" I ask.
"R-U-S-H-M-A-N."
I look down at the table and type her name in. "What, are you gonna google her now?" Pepper asks.
"I thought I was ogling her." I Bring up Natalie's file on table, "Wow. Very, very impressive individual." I smile.
"You're so predictable, you know that?"
"She's fluent in French, Italian, Russian, Latin. Who speaks Latin?" I ask.
"No one speaks Latin."
"No one speaks Latin?" I ask.
"It's a dead language. You can read Latin or you can write Latin, but you can't speak Latin."
"Did you model in Tokyo? 'Cause she modelled in Tokyo." I pull up her modeling photo.
"Well..."
"I need her. She's got everything that I need." I smile.
Suddenly Natalie flips Happy and pins him down. "Oh, my God! Happy!" Pepper yells.
"That's what I'm talking about." I laugh and walk over to the bell.
"I just slipped." Happy nods.
"You did?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"Looks like a TKO to me." I ring the bell as Natalie leaves the ring.
"Just..I need your impression." Natalie says.
"You have a quiet reserve. I don't know, you have an old soul." I smile.
"I meant your fingerprint."
"Right." I nod, doing as she says.
"So, how are we doing?" Pepper asks.
"Great. Just wrapping up here. Hey. You're the boss." I smile.
"Will that be all, Miss Stark?" Natalie asks.
"No." I shake my head.
"Yes, that will be all, Ms Rushman. Thank you very much."
