❝You're Tony Stark, y'know? Girls tripped over themselves to be with you before you became Iron Man. Now, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not exactly popular, or hot. Girls never looked my way unless it was to copy geometry homework off me. She...
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Nora was never one to be self conscious of what she wore, but as she stood in front of the full length mirror, she had never seen herself in such a harsh light before.
Natasha had told her to get ready about an hour ago and now here she was, in all her homemade glory, clenching and unclenching her fists in the mirror in an attempt to look more like a polished superhero than she looked. How was she supposed to fight alongside the Avengers looking like Incredi-Boy from the Incredibles, she looked ridiculous in comparison to hard hitters like Captain America's armour. She felt even more self conscious when she left the hotel room with her long overcoat(not looking suspicious at all) to meet up with Natasha at coordinates she had to google to make sure she actually made it there on time. They met in the parking lot of the Berlin airport, away from everyone on either side. Nora took off her overcoat, revealing her terrible excuse of a suit. Compared to the cat suit Black Widow wore, she looked like a cosplayer rather than a girl who could destroy the human body from the inside out.
The Avenger gave her a once over, green eyes darted over the different components of her suit. She let out a breath, hands on hips as Nora stood there uncomfortably. "Is there time for this?" she asked impatiently, rocking on the balls of her feet. Natasha's gaze went back to her eyes once more before nodding to herself and walking towards one of the only cars in the abandoned parking lot. It was weird, for such a busy airport, one she was in hours ago, the place was practically deserted now. She watched as the redhead popped the trunk, revealing a large silver case. She unlocked up, revealing a gold suit, white boots and two white gauntlet like gloves.
"Change." she said plainly, nodding her head to the limo like car she had brought.
Nora's eyes flickered from the car to the suit in the case. "As much as I am grateful for the gift, I don't think this would stop a paper cut, never mind a vibranium shield." she felt the material of the gold suit, feeling it's flimsy texture and shiny fabric. The gauntlets look sturdier however, like they could protect your knuckles from shattering if you punched someone in an iron suit.
There's a flash of amusement in Natasha's eyes before she shoves the suit into her chest. "Change, come on, we haven't got a lot of time. Stark's evacuating the airport, it's only a matter of time before Steve hears."
The young Mendes lets out a noise of displeasure, but she dives into the backseat of the limo, already taking off her mask and unzipping her gold hoodie. It took her ten minutes to get her old suit off and new suit on in the cramped space she found herself in. The gold suit was skin tight, but it felt heavier on, like it could withstand a lot more than she originally thought. However, she looked rather bare, with just a gold spandex suit and white boots on. She felt like something was missing. "Hey," she said, poking her head out the door to see Natasha keeping watch. "Not to complain or anything, but shouldn't this come with, like, a mask or something? You don't want anyone to know who I am, do you?"
She didn't glance back, she just stood there with her arms crossed. "Get out and put on the gloves." Nora wanted to ask her to repeat it, but knew better. So, she did what she was told, clambering out of the car and onto the concrete floor. The gloves were stiff in her hands, making her question what was so important about them. She slid one on, then the other. Natasha watched her intently, as if waiting for something to happen.
