Avengers: Jedi Master (CWAC Book Two)

Chapter 2: Tweaks

"Ta-da" Shea states holding out her hands, Tony's jaw actually drops, Sam wraps an arm around Shea's shoulder. "What do you guys think?"

"Wow" Clint mumbles.

"And she's not even finished" Shea points out. The Tempest rests on supports and is easily the most sleek and streamlined jet of the Air Force, most of the back of the jet is missing, unfinished. Tony looks to Shea.

"You have the blueprints?" she nods and motions to the work space in the corner of the hanger. "Have any idea how much needs to be done?" he asks her as they move towards the work space, Sam looks to Steve.

"What do you think?"

"She's great, Sam....and the jet......we've just got to convince Tony that both of them are a good idea...."

"Shea's great at persuasion so....she could do our job for us" Bucky smirks.

"We could get Selene to threaten him...." he offers. Steve shoots him a look. "What? We all know he's terrified of her"

"He's got a point" Natasha states.

"Threatening him with it will just make it all worse in the end...." Bruce points out. "We have to let Tony get there on his own....plus we are all a little bit afraid of the vampire" Bucky smirks. "Except you"

"And me" Natasha states with a smirk.

"Yes, and you" Bruce adds moving to look over the jet. "It is an impressive bit of machinery"

"When they said state of the art.....I thought they meant like....the Government state of the art...this is more like....Stark state of the art" Clint states.

"It'll work for us though" Bucky points out. "Maybe we can get some UV proof windows....that way Selene doesn't have to worry about the sun rising"

"That's a good idea" Steve states crossing his arms over his chest.

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Tony watches Shea as she spreads out the blueprints, when Sam had said pilot, he pictured an arrogant pretty boy, not a hot young red head with a British accent that seems to love the engineering side of her job as much as the other stuff.

"Here" she looks to him and motions to a sheet. Tony looks over it. The designs are on par with something he would design.

"Who designed these?" he asks, Shea smirks.

"I did....." Tony looks to her and smiles.

"Brains and beauty" she rolls her eyes but smiles as well.

"So what do you think?" she asks. "You interested?" Tony smirks. "In the designs" she elaborates.

"Sure....could do with a few....tweeks to fit to our needs...."

"Tweeks?" Shea asks. "You want to tweek my designs?" she raises an eyebrow a him, Tony smirks.

"You'll over see everything......it's you baby" he answers. "And I won't make changed you don't like.....scouts honour" Shea narrows her eyes.

"Were you even in the scouts?" Tony smirks.

"You'll never know...." he teases, Shea snorts and gathers the blueprints.

"It's not actually like I have a choice in this.....right?" she looks to him. "You want the jet...and you guys tend to get what you want" she shrugs and sets the designs into a folder before holding them out to Tony who takes them, Shea refuses to let them go, Tony smirks at her.

"Look, I get it.....I would hate for someone else to fiddle with one of my suits....." she looks away as she lets go of the folder and walks back towards Sam.

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Shea shrugs out her jacket as she kicks her apartment door shut behind her, with a sigh she leans back against the solid wood as BB-8 rolls into the room. He beeps and whirls at her before she picks up her jacket.

"I got it" she scolds him back. "It was on the ground for like 5 seconds" BB-8 beeps away again. "You're worse than my mother" Shea complains as she hangs her jacket up and heads to the kitchen, the droid following after her.

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Tony swirls around on his chair as FRIDAY scans Shea's blueprints, Tony stops the chair and pulls the lolly from his mouth.

"Hey, FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Sir...."

"New file: Skywalker.....find me everything you can on Shea Skywalker...." Tony starts spinning on his chair again setting the lolly back between his lips. He glances to the small Polaroid pinned to the corner of his computer screen and sighs looking away from it.

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Shea runs around Central Park, headphones in and blasting Black Sabbath, she jumps a little when one is pulled from her ear, she laughs though seeing Sam Wilson running at her side.

"Morning" she greets pulling her other headphone out.

"Hey, figured I'd run with our newest recruit.....plus.....I can actually keep up with you" he teases, Shea raises an eyebrow.

"On your left"

"My point" Steve runs past them both.

"Morning Lt." He smirks back at Shea.

"Okay, he needs taken down a peg" Shea tells Sam who laughs.

"I've tried...." Sam states.

"You've got a Skywalker on side now, Sammy boy" She teases, Sam laughs.

"I've missed this" he tells her. "Us hanging out...."

"Yeah, well.....you went off to be a big shot Avenger....."

"To be fair...I've only been an Avenger officially like four times...." he tells her.

"Four more than the average Joe" she tells him back with a smile. "I'm proud of you, Sammy"

"It's a loooong way from the Academy, isn't it?" he looks to her.

"I wouldn't be where I am without you, Sir" she teases him. Sam laughs.

"Yeah, hard to believe I was the one that coached you through your flight simulations.......you did good, proud of you as well, kiddo" she smiles at him, "And I am done" he stops and pants leaning on his knees, Shea smirks as she stops.