Chapter 17
Natasha grabbed a hold of Tony as he was walking past her absorbed in the tablet in his right hand, while he was taking a drink of his coffee in his left.
Steve was following in Tony’s wake as they were on their way to the lab to look over some information Tony had found as he worked through the SHIELD data dump. He stepped to the side as Tony was jerked to a halt and both the coffee cup and the tablet fell from his hands.
“Fuck, ow! Natasha, use your words, you have them for a reason!” Tony was brushing the coffee that had spilled down the front of his t-shirt before shaking his hand out to the side.”
“Language!” Steve snapped. There was no reason for Stark to always be so vulgar. Especially in front of Natasha, who was a lady.
Steve frowned in disapproval as Stark threw him an irritated side glance before rolling his eyes and bending down to get his tablet. “You can clean that up, Widow. After all, you’re the one that jerked me so hard I dropped it.”
“No, clean up your own mess Stark and stop being so dramatic. How else was I supposed to get your attention?”
“I don’t know, maybe saying my name? Violence isn’t always the answer.”
“I need some funds for a sting I have in the works. The mark thinks I’m high up, so I need a blank credit account.”
“Uh, no. Use your own funds.”
“Stark!” Steve barked. That was just unreasonable, Tony was a billionaire, it’s not like he didn’t have the money to spare. “Natasha never would have asked for it if wasn’t important.”
“Yeah, no. You can send me a report on who this person is and what you’re hoping to find, and I’ll go over it. But I’m not SHIELD and I’m not your bank, I really doubt you’ll change my mind. If it’s that important, use your own funds, or give it to one of the agencies.” With that Steve watched Tony step over the spilled coffee and broken cup and continue to the elevator.
Turning to Natasha Steve said, “don’t worry about it. You can use one of the Avengers accounts to cover anything you need. I’ll get Tony to change his mind.”
Natasha nodded and walked off.
Steve was about to do the same when his foot came down on a piece of broken coffee cup, grinding it into the tile. Grimacing Steve looked down at the puddle surrounding the pile of broken porcelain. Walking back into the kitchen Steve got the cleaning supplies out, Stark would have to make this up to him on their next date.