Boys Will Be Bugs || Tony Stark

Natalie dropped into the chair, looking like she'd just barely survived the day.

Tony glanced up a rather large smirk set on his face. "Rough day, or did a coffee grinder beat you?"

"Coffee grinder would've won," she said, rubbing her temples. "Running on fumes, Stark. And you're not helping."

His smirk quickly turned into a grin. "I'm a gift and a curse. Like glitter."

Natalie shot him a glare. "I'm one missed nap from collapsing, and you're acting like an espresso shot."

Tony chuckled. "Takes one to know one. Want me to slow down or turn up the chaos?"

She sighed, smirking. "Maybe just stop expecting me to fix your messes while making new ones."

He winked. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, you're the only one who can keep up."

Natalie shook her head, smiling. "You're impossible."

"Thank you."