Chapter 3: Pepper's assistants

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This mission is very simple, but also very important. When you heard that Fury was planning to recruit Tony Stark as an Avenger, you were wondering how the hell are we going to get him to agree to this? Stark seems like such a stubborn person (and quite annoying and obnoxious).

You and Nat set your pettiness aside and walked through the doors of Tony's Malibu home. You will admit, that is a killer house.

None other than Pepper Potts was waiting for the two of you in the entryway.

"Ah, you must be my new assistants. I'm so glad I was able to get more than one, I mean being the CEO of a whole company is a lot to handle." She said.

Pepper seemed so nice, you almost felt bad for lying to her. Especially because you weren't actually her assistant.

You put on your best smile, "Yes, Ms. Potts. I understand that it must be very stressful to run a whole company such as this one." You gestured around the house that seemed to double as the office.

Pepper showed you and Natasha around, and led you up to her office where you did some basic stuff, and got taught about your job and what it entails. It wasn't the first time you went undercover as an assistant.

She then introduced you to Tony. He was currently boxing with some guy you didn't know the name of.

Stark smirked before exiting the ring and walking over to the three of you.

"Well, when I heard Pepper hired two new assistants I didn't think she meant two of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."

Natasha rolled her eyes. While you were open to the compliment and smiled.

"Tony," Pepper warned.

Natasha only huffed when he looked you up and down. For some reason that bothered her.

"What're your names?" He asked, pulling out a tablet of some sort.

"Hannah Richardson." You answered confidently.

"Natalie Rushman." Natasha answered.

The first day went by...well. You're gonna be honest you were trying to avoid Natasha. She just made you nervous.

Once the two of you made it back to the hotel, it was nighttime and already time for bed.

Natasha only sent you dirty looks. You just shrugged them off and kept your cheery smile, the only thing that keeps you going.

She came out to the bathroom in plaid pajama pants and a black tank top. Crawling into bed, she turned the TV on and watched some cop show.

"Nat?" You asked cautiously.

"Don't call me Nat."

"Natasha?"

She sighed, "Yes?"

"Why do you hate me?"

She sighed again, she had to think about it for a bit. Why did she hate you? She didn't have a reason other than you're some rookie that's not even that good. But that could be further from the truth. You are damn good at your job.

"You just...I don't know, I don't want to talk about it." Natasha responded before turning the lights off and getting under the covers.

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