Y/n sat in a bar booth, drinking a cold beer when a tall young woman sat beside him.
"H-Hey, Miss Walters..." Y/n said nervously.
"Hey to you too, Y/n. So, how's the head?"
Y/n blushed, hearing glass mugs shatter around the bar and the room go quiet.
"It feels better, but I still need time to recover. I don't want to have a brain killing concussion."
"I see. Take your time. I need you at 100% for this, okay?" Jennifer said, her fingers gently touching Y/n skin earning a shiver.
"Thanks, Miss. I know this incident has put a damper on your plans, and I apologize for that."
"Don't worry about it. You had no idea what was going on."
"Th-Thank you, Miss Walters."
"It's really not a problem. The upside is that you have forced him to move ahead with his plan and rush all without actually giving him any information."
"R-Really?"
"Mhm, so I actually have to thank you. You've made everything quite easy for me."
"That's good. For you, I mean."
"Don't sell yourself short, Y/n. You have great talents, you just haven't found them yet. Now, I believe you deserve a reward."
Y/n's eyes widen in surprise.
"You and I are having a drink. You can drink Vodka and Whiskey here as long you have supervision, and tonight, I am your supervision."
Surprised, Y/n stutters out a thank you, earning a smile from the beautiful woman. They would end up drinking the night away and leaving for Y/n's apartment, and many would find out that the young Stark was much more social after a few drinks. That night would be a hazy memory for them both. However, when they woke, they would find out that life has great plans for them both.
Little did they expect they would receive a Christmas gift in nine months.
