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Tony Stark is my brother. Not only that, Tony stark is my boss. Yes, my big brother is my boss. But, lucky for me, we have zero blood relation. I say lucky because he's a fucking idiot, even though he's legally a genius. Here's the thing though - I'm actually smarter than him. His (Well... our) parents adopted me when I was eight after I went through something no person - let alone a child - should ever have to go through. Not long after that they sadly passed away and Tony took me under his wing. Now, nine years later, I'm interning at my brother's company. I'm not complaining though - this job comes with a free living space and a good amount of cash - on top of that, I also get to spend quality time with Tony.

I also live here with my boyfriend, Dimitri. I don't want to be in a relationship with him, I've tried to end things more times than I can count. He never listens though, and I just end up getting hurt. There's two main reasons I don't want to be with him. Number one: Our relationship is... let me say... unhealthy. And number two: I'm not into guys. 

Anyway, at the moment I'm in the lab with Tony, trying to figure out some big discovery. Or maybe we're trying to build some new machine. I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that in fifteen minutes and twenty-three seconds, I get to beat my brother's ass in the boxing ring.

I mindlessly hand Tony a number of different tools for the next few minutes, not bothering to tell him that he was doing whatever it was that he's actually doing wrong. After a while longer, Happy pops his head into the room.

"Come on then." He huffs, rolling his eyes as I skip towards him, dragging Tony behind me.

Tony speed-walks ahead of me because he made the decision a few months ago to wrap his entire body in protective padding whenever we were in the ring together, apparently I'm 'too aggressive and violent' and I 'know he bruises easily' whatever that's supposed to mean.

I arrive shortly after, changing into a sports bra and shorts before wrapping bandages around my knuckles to protect my hands, because I'm not a wuss like my big brother. I climb into the ring where Tony's already waiting for me. I look towards Happy, who is leaning on the edge of the ring on the outside, waiting for his signal.

"Go." He mutters.

My brother lunges towards me in an attempt to punch me, it's better than last time but I still manage to easily dodge it by moving swiftly to the side.

"Has no-one ever taught you not to hit a girl, tin man?" I joke.

"You literally begged me to do this!" He exclaims, "This is your favorite part of the week!"

"Calm your ass." I tell him, "I know. But I like beating you better."

With that, I gracefully swing my leg up, hitting him in his right side. I quickly land a hard punch to his right shoulder, then I drop down to my hands, hooking my legs around the back of his and knocking him to the floor.

"Go through some more stuff with him would you, Hogan?" I ask Happy, standing up and jumping out of the ring, going to sit in a chair beside Pepper.

"Sure." He grumbles, shuffling into the ring.

After about half an hour of watching Tony throwing weak punches and me beating the living shit out of a punching bag, I hear clicking of heels coming from in the hall. Nobody else seems to hear it, which is weird. I return to my seat beside Pepper and slump down, slightly out of breath. My head is turned to the entrance of the hallway for about a minute before the person actually reaches the room. 

"God, fuck me now." I say under my breath. Pepper must've heard me because she blinks at me in surprise.

It's a woman. She's fucking beautiful. She's got fiery red hair cascading down over her shoulders, reaching just under her collar-bone. This contrasts beautifully with her fitted white shirt that's clinging tightly to her waist and her breasts, the buttons look just about ready to pop off. God, I wish they would. Her shirt is tucked into a pair of black slacks that are held up with a black leather belt. The heels I could hear clicking in the hall are black - they give her an aura of power and dominance. She's clutching a folder containing some papers, that's probably why she came here.