Iron-Man: For The Love Of The Spy

Meeting the Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist

Natasha stood in the bathroom of her house in Malibu staring at her own reflection. Her hair was black now, she would not wear a wig as they were easy to be removed. Her contact lenses were in making her eyes a bright green color. She perched a pair of wire framed glasses on the end of her nose adding to the look. Today was going to be her first day as Tony's personal assistant. As she checked herself over she made sure that there was no traces of Natasha Romanoff in her appearance. Today she took the name Sarah Lang. Hopefully Tony won't be able to see through the thick disguise that she has placed together.

Fury gave her a letter from Stark Industries in regards to her position and she had read and re-read it again several times over to the point where she has memorized it.

Dear Ms Lang,

We would like to congratulate you on being appointed Mr Tony Stark's new personal intern. This job role entails many various tasks that will be set out by Mr Stark. Please meet Mr Stark at his office in the Stark Industries headquarters on Thursday August 5th 2010 at 9:00am.

Many thanks,

Pepper Potts

COO of Stark Industries 

Natasha folded the letter and placed it within her handbag. She clambered into her car and made her way to the HQ of Stark Industries ready for her second chance at a first day with Tony Stark. Maybe after two years he'll have forgotten all about Natasha Romanoff.

Not too long after Natasha pulled into the parking lot of Stark Industries. As she climbed out of the car she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. The entire Headquarters seemed to have expanded since she was last here, business must be good when the CEO of the whole company is an international icon and super hero.

As she stepped through the doors she checked her watch, it read 8:50am. Still ten minutes early. She took a deep breath and approached the front desk. A woman in her early thirties was situated at the desk and barley glanced up from her keyboard when Natasha stepped up to the desk.

"Hi I'm Sarah Lang, here to see Mr Stark."

"No you're not," said the woman without looking at Natasha, "Mr Stark doesn't have any meetings today and I am pretty sure he doesn't want one with a whore."

"No, I'm not a whore. I got a letter, I'm his new personal assistant," says Natasha urgently.

The woman sighs and grabs a walkie talkie from her desk, "Hey Security I have an Iron-Man bimbo here at the desk, take out the trash would you." Natasha tries not to panic as several buff security men begin to crowd around her. They grab onto her and begin to drag her out.

"HEY I'M TELLING THE TRUTH I AM TONY STARK'S NEW ASSISTANT LET GO OF ME!" she yells as the drag her to the door. She doesn't believe her eyes when Tony Stark himself walks through the front doors just as she yelled. He stepped in front of security with his hand held up. The all immediately came to a stop.

"Can I ask you all why the hell you are carrying my new PA out of the building?" he asks with a slight growl. One of the men still holding Natasha speaks up, "We received the call that there was some crazed fan girl here trying to see you sir."

Tony pinches at the bridge of his nose, Natasha can see he is a little thinner than when she originally saw him and he seems to be a bit pale. "Who told you that?" asked Tony with a sense of exasperation. The security team look to each other and then they all point to the desk where the woman is now reading a magazine.

"Let her go and drag that idiot out instead please, her employment here at Stark Industries is terminated," says Tony  to the guards. They all let go of Natasha and give her an apologetic look before turning heel and escorting the woman out who is now screaming at the top of her lungs as they passed.

Tony fixed his hair and turned to Natasha with a smile, "Sorry about that, I thought our people here actually did their jobs. I'm Tony." Tony holds out his hand and Natasha smiles taking it, "I'm Sarah. Sarah Lang sir." Tony nods, "Alright, well it is good to meet you Ms Lang. I have high standards here at Stark Industries. But first I have to ask. What is your opinion about black coffee?"

Natasha inwardly smiles remembering this from two years ago, "Well Mr Stark, I always believed that if the coffee is good enough then you really wouldn't need anything added. But some peppermint around Christmas is always nice." Tony smiled, "I like the way you think Ms Lang. I will show you to your office, and maybe give you a small tour of the general building."

Tony places his arm around her shoulder as he guides her to the elevator, "Now I have very serious rules here at Stark Industries. We always respect our co-workers. To me no one is above anyone. We report any issues no matter how small that they might be. And importantly, if you see someone here that is not being treated fairly then speak with your superior which in this case is me."

The elevator door dins open and reveals two massive oak doors in front of them and a smaller, single oak door beside it. Tony gestrues to the doors in front, "That is my office in there, nothing special just a desk and furniture. Your office is here," says Tony pointing at the single door.

He opens the door revealing a magnificent office with modern furniture and a nice view out to the sea. "If you ever need to speak with me just knock my door. For now I don't actually have anything for you to do Ms Lang so if you want to just relax in here and adjust yourself to your office."

"Well why don't I get you a coffee sir, help get your day started," suggests Natasha hoping to get onto his good side. "Actually that may be a good idea. I'll take black coffee and maybe get some peppermint added, it sounds like it may hit the spot."

Natasha nodded and headed for the elevator, "OH AND MS LANG! GET YOURSELF SOMETHING TOO!" Natasha smirks as she enters the elevator, "Tony you really have changed quite a bit."

*

Natasha leaves the elevator with two coffees in her hands and a slight smile on her face, she can hear shouting coming from Tony's office the moment she exits.

"I TOLD YOU TONY THAT I CAN DO A GOOD JOB IN THE SUIT IF YOU GAVE ME A CHANCE!"

"I TOLD YOU RHODES THAT YOU CAN'T HAVE A SUIT, THE IRON-MAN SUIT IS NOT SOME WEAPON THAT THE US AIRFORCE CAN JUST FUCKING USE AT THEIR BECK AND CALL!" yelled back Tony. 

"FUCK YOU TONY!" yelled Rhodes. The door to Tony's office flies open and Rhodes storms out knocking Natasha onto the ground spilling hot coffee all over her white blouse. She lets out a gasp as the hot coffee makes contact with her skin.

Tony exits his office, "What the hell was that?" His eyes fall upon Natasha who is getting back up off of the floor and picking up the now empty coffee cups from the ground. Tony rushes over to her straight away, "I am so sorry Ms Lang, I didn't think that would happen. I'll get you a new blouse and pay for dry cleaning."

Natasha waved it off, "No it's fine, burns like hell though"

"Go into my office, I have a private bathroom in there where you can change," I think I have a hoodie in there, hope you like Iron Maiden," says Tony with an awkward chuckle. "Who doesn't?" replies Natasha as she enters his office and makes a beeline for the bathroom, longing to get the now soaked blouse off of her body. As she enters she wastes no time in taking off her blouse leaving her bare chest exposed.

As she begins to run cold water onto the blouse in an attempt to prevent a stain she hears the door open, "I found a hoodie for you to wear!" She turns and her eyes meets that of Tony Stark who seems to look like a deer caught in the headlights. He immediately shields his eyes with his free hand whilst his other holds out a Iron Maiden hoodie, "I am so sorry Ms Lang, I didn't think you'd have undressed so quickly I am so sorry."

Natasha quickly grabs the hoodie and pulls it on, "Your fine Mr Stark, honest mistake." He slowly uncovers his eyes, "I am really sorry, why don't you take an early day to make up for a bad first one." Natasha nods in agreement.

Tony steps aside as she walks out of the bathroom not even bothering to take her blouse. Tony watches feeling guilty as she practically runs from the office and into the awaiting elevator. "God dammit I'm an idiot," he mutters to himself as he leans against the bathroom's door frame.