Iron man's cleaner

It's funny really. That his closest friend is his cleaner. But how couldn't she be.

She's seen him at his worse, vommitting on the floor at 8am, or after he's had a bad night. She's taken care of him when he's gone on a design binge in the lab or he's become sick. The fact he trusts her to clean the lab at all. The way she lets him ramble about all the new ideas he has even when she doesn't fully understand. And she even asks questions and engages in the conversation with him. The way in return she rambles about whatever her current obsession is, mostly crystals and house plants. The fact that she randomly gifts him cuttings off of her favourite plants because he showed interest when they talked, so now his house is slowly filling with them. The way his house isn't so silent when she's singing as she cleans. The fact she respects him and his house and knocks on every door before entering, even though there usually is no one in the majority of those rooms, just incase someone is in there for once. And for always having a kind word and smile for him.

She is a constant in his life who doesn't require anything from him. As much as he loves Pepper, it's always business and disapproval. With Honey Bear, it's mostly become about the military and the latest weapons he's designing. But with her they just talk about anything and everything. Or on the days he doesn't want to be bothered she gives him his space. He can just be himself around her, just Tony, not Tony Stark the famous playboy, or Tony Stark the CEO.

So it's not really a surprise to him that she is his closest friend but to everyone else she's suspicious as hell.

Not a romance fanfic, just friends. Starts in Iron man 1.