Demigods and Avengers

Wassup, Miss Scary Russian Lady?

Natasha's P.O.V

Once again, Stark was texting someone on his phone. For the past week and a half, he's constantly been checking his phone, walking off to text someone. Honestly, I wanted to know who it was.

I asked the other Avengers if they knew anything about it, but they'd all insisted that they didn't know.

I decided to find out for myself.

Me and Clint were rushing to the lab where Tony usually works. And, as usual, he was working on another invention of his.

"Ok, here's the plan. You create a diversion, I'll go in, upload his phones media onto this," I told him, pulling out a fire stick. "Then, we leave as if nothing happened, and find out who he's texting."

Clint sighed. "Why do you even want to know that bad?"

"Knowing Stark, he's probably accidentally done something that could get us all killed." I replied.

"Fine, I have an idea for a diversion. But you'll have to be quick." Clint warned.

I nodded, before Clint hurried off. I hoped his plan wasn't too stupid. Suddenly, I wished I had asked Wanda instead.

It was only a few miniutes later when I heard Stark yelling. Clans of metal echoed across the hall. I heard him leave through the emergency exit.

Now or never, I thought.

I ran through the door, fishing out the fire stick from my pocket. I scanned the room, until I saw a computer in the corner. I lodged the fire stick in its slot and managed to override the security network. I only had a few miniutes before Friday sensed something and alerted Tony.

More yells came from the hallway, followed by footsteps. The data had almost loaded. Just a few more seconds...

Done!

I grabbed it and bolted out the room, just before Stark entered, using another entrance. "Fri, what the hell happened?"

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So. Stark has been texting a sixteen year old. That's what the chat history says.

I find it hilarious. The Tony Stark texting a high schooler...

Wow.

I bought out my own phone, typing in the kids, Leo's, number.

Nat: Hello.

Leo: Errr... since when did I know someone called Nat?

Nat: You don't.

Leo: That's reassuring.

Nat: I'm one of Tony's friends.

Nat: I saw him texting you, and I got curious.

Leo: Geez, you guys are hella careful.

Nat: It's my job.

Leo: What's you're job exactly?

Nat: I'm a security monitor. I work at the same company as Tony.

Leo: Cool.

Leo: I'm Leo, by the way.

Nat: I know.

Leo: Not gonna lie, that sounded super stalker-ish.

Nat: Well, I can see your name when you text.

Leo: Oh, right.

Leo: You still sound scary though.

Nat: Well, I am naturally terrifying.

Leo: Oh, wait! I need a nickname for you.

Tony: How about 'nosy Russian."

Nat: How can you even access our private chat?

Tony: I'm an engineer, you know.

Tony: Plus, I'm a whole new level of brilliant.

Nat: You're an egotistical idiot.

Tony: Mhm sure.

Leo: Sorry to interrupt, but 'nosy Russian,' isn't the best.

Leo: And you're Russain?

Nat: Yep.

Leo: Cool. I'm spanish/greek.

Tony: How come you never told me?

Leo: How come you never asked?

Tony: Fair enough.

Nat: Are you ok? I'm pretty sure that's a bit too much sass for a kid.

Leo: Hey! I'm a teenager!

Leo: Wait... I have the perfect name for you... Scary Russian Lady.

Scary Russain Lady: Well... I mean... I've heard worse.

Scary Russain Lady: Plus, you're not wrong.

Mr Potential Kidnapper: Ugh. Did you have to change mine?

Leo: Yup.

Scary Russain Lady: Anyway, what did Clint use as a diversion?

Mr Potential Kidnapper: Huh? Oh. He climbed in the vents, jumped out and pressed the controls on a machine I was working on and made it malfunction.

Mr Potential Kidnapper: Then he ran around the room singing the "I'm mad at Disney" Song.

Mr Potential Kidnapper: When I threatened to get rid of the vent system altogether, he ran out the room, screaming YOLO and knocking stuff over.

Leo: Lmaooooo

Leo: I want to meet this guy.

Scary Russian Lady: For the sake of the world's safety, no.

Mr Potential Kidnapper: I agree.

Scary Russain Lady: You're no better, Tony.

Mr Potential Kidnapper: Whatever. I need to go. I'll text you later.

Scary Russian Lady: Yeah same. I need to go make sure Clint didn't do something stupid again.

Leo: Ok, bye. :)