Iron Man 2 and Natashalie
“What are these,” Tony asked, rubbing at his chest. The reactor issue had been fixed, but everything tasted like coconut and he could actually FEEL the power pumping his heart!
“This is for you to sign,” Pepper said, passing over a tablet, “and THESE are the resumes for personal assistant. If I’m going to be CEO, you’re going to need a new P.A.”
Tony casually watched as the sultry eyed red head leaned over, her breasts practically toppling out of the white blouse that was plastered against her chest. While Tony could appreciate a beautiful woman, bimbos were for one thing—and he had never let them anywhere near his company. Not even when he had been a fresh-faced orphan taking over SI.
The red-head smiled mysteriously at Tony as she reached across him for the tablet. Pepper was fuming next to him, glaring at Tony like he was the one that was confusing a street corner for SI. He was wearing sweatpants and a hoody for crying out loud!
“I want one,” he said teasingly, looking back at the woman making eyes at him before glancing at Pepper who was practically green, but trying to play it off like a champ.
Then Tony looked at the resumes once more.
“Natashalie, will you come here for a moment,” Tony called out. Pepper huffed and rolled her eyes as the woman looked back at Tony, wide-eyed, before slinking her way back over to them.
“Tony, no,” she said firmly, reaching for the resume, but Tony brushed her hand away.
“This is an impressive resume,” Tony smiled dazzlingly, and patted the seat on his other side. The red head giggled and then sat, crossing her legs in such a way that her VERY tight skirt rose just enough to give him a flash of lacey underwear before she rested in a more “modest” position.
Pepper looked ready to explode, but Tony was internally rolling his eyes.
“You speak three languages. It says English, Russian, and Chinese? You know Latin? Who speaks Latin,” Tony asked incredulously.
“No one; it’s a dead language,” Pepper gritted out. Next Tony would be putting the woman in the ring with Happy before stepping up to give her a boxing lesson himself. She could already see it in her mind’s eye; but Tony was anything but predictable.
“And an underwear model!” Tony turned the resume long ways and unfolded it like a porn-mag spread.
“What!” Pepper jumped up, appalled.
Suddenly, the red head looked a little less sure of herself.
“How’d that get in there? What are you having them do down there in HR, Ms. Potts,” Tony scoffed.
“I never! She shouldn’t have got through the front door with a resume like that, let alone put in the stack for your P.A. As if,” Pepper huffed. “Security,” Pepper called, while Tony laughed as Natashalie opened and closed her mouth unattractively before trying a few hurried excuses that Tony ignored.
Tony had known since the Obadiah incident and SHIELD’s constant attempts to meddle in his business after his return from Afghanistan that he would be seeing from the shady agency again.
“Say, Natashalie, tell Coulson and Fury not to be so heavy handed next time. A little less card carrying prostitute and a little more ‘I might bring this one home to mom and dad’ maybe,” Tony laughed as the SHIELD agent fumed, suddenly realizing that Tony had spotted the disguise almost immediately.