Mostly fluff and smut, sometimes a dash of angst for Loki and Tom and Bucky and Seb :)

I dropped the documents as I stared wide-eyed at Mr Voodoo. "You can't fire my father," I said my jaw dropping. "You weren't supposed to hear that." He replied looking up from his desk. "Of course I wasn't but you can't fire my dad," I said walking up to his desk. "You can't control my decisions for my company." He stated firmly. "I'll do anything for you not to fire him. This is his life 's work. he is one of the original founders." I argued. "Anything?" he asked raising a brow. I swallowed hard locking eyes with him. "Yes," I mumbled out. "How old are you?"