Love, Hate and Irony, Chapter 1
Okay, I'm starting a new fanfic! Don't worry, Iron Vows is still going!
Genre: humor and romance
Characters: Tony and OC.
Summary: Pepper went and is assigned Tony an intern without telling him! Worst of all, she knows exactly how to handle Tony. What would you do if you spent a long summer with Tony Stark full of love, hate and irony?Tony/OC, sorry for the crappy summary.
Harmony Clay took a deep breath. She could almost taste the rest of her life right in front of her. Harvard professor. Bio-physist. Hell, she could do anything if she didn't screw this up. Just stand tall and look pretty. And smart of course.
No one ever got this kind of a chance. Harmony wasn't sure if she was violently nervous or wildly excited. Probably both. Sweeping her silky brown hair off her forehead in a graceful gesture, she blinked hard and took another gulp of air. Picking her suitcase up off the curb, shoulders squared and face steely, she plunged into the rest of her life.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
"Jarvis? What is this doing here?" Tony glared fiercely at a pile of mail siting on his kitchen counter and scratched his head. Usually Pepper took care of this sort of crap. There had to be at least 200 letters there. Fan mail, junk mail, black mail, chain mail. Stuff he shouldn't have to deal with.
After much debate, he swept every single last one into the gaping mouth of the trashcan.
"Sir, are you sure that was very...responsible?" Jarvis' voice was obviously pained.
"Hey, if Pepper doesn't sort my mail, no one does. Where is she, anyways?" Maybe it was true, he couldn't tie his shoelaces without her. Mail was just one of the many things he didn't have the time to do. Tony waved his arms in the air in a futile attempt to rid the cloudy kitchen of the acrid smoke.
"How long till this airs out?" Tony coughed loudly and tried to ignore the piles of dirty dishes, left out food items, and numerous spills.
"Approximately 32 minutes, sir," Jarvis replied meekly. "May I suggest not putting bagels in the microwave for over 15 minutes next time, sir?"
"I didn't actually mean for them to stay in there for 15 minutes. I set it for 15 to be safe, and forgot about them." Tony frowned and collected an armful of dishes and dumped them into the sink.
"Well, sir, according to my calculations, 30 seconds is the approximate time to heat a bagel or piece of bread."
"Really? 30 seconds?" Tony rumpled his hair and surveyed the huge mish-mosh of wrecked kitchen. "You could have told me that."
"You didn't ask, sir. And may I say, for a genius, you certainly don't use your head very much."
"Um, I'll choose to ignore that." Tony kicked a spoon across the floor and leaned against the island. "Please answer my question, now."
"Which inquiry are you referring to?"
"The one about Pepper."
"Which one? The one about her choice of undergarments, or about how many men she has -"
"The one I just asked!" Tony snapped.
"Miss Potts left for Alaska yesterday night."
"Alaska?" Tony blinked dubiously. Pepper hated being cold, why on God's green earth why would she go to Alaska? He could just picture her flaming red hair tucked in a snow white, fur lined hooded coat.
"Apparently Miss Potts has relatives there." Jarvis stated simply and went offline.
Bending down to eat a peanut off the rug, Tony's loud crunching was suddenly punctuated by a knock on the door.
"Jarvis, who is it?"
"A woman." Jarvis replied dully. Tony nearly tripped over the end-table doing a hasty canter to the front door.
"Yes?" In complete practiced finesse, Tony swung open the door and leaned against the frame, raising his eyebrows and smoldering.
The girl gave him a disbelieving look. As if she was half disgusted, half astonished. Tony only relished half her expression. Quick profile.
Age 25-30, five foot three, C-Cup, size 7 shoe, straight, dark brown long hair to the middle of her back, silky and sleek, large round pink lips. Natural features, she had no jobs done, not even a boob job. Bright hazel eyes flattered by ridiculously thick, dark eyelashes, and arched brown eyebrows, neatly groomed. Smelled of strawberries, straight teeth, perfectly white. Gorgeous blue sundress that showed off her long - also natural - tan legs.
A pretty nice piece of work.
But what intrigued Tony the most was that her beauty, which far surpassed any girl he had slept with, was all natural. Natural boobs, butt, lips, nose, eye color, tan, no extensions or airbrushing.
He had struck gold.
"Hi..." she smiled a bit timidly. "I'm Harmony Clay. It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. Or would you prefer Anthony?"
"Oh, please," Tony said, not flirtatiously or coyly, "Call me Tony."
"Okay..." she blinked. "Mr. Stark, may I say it is a great pleasure to have this opportunity."
What opportunity?
"Excuse me?" It was Tony's turn to blink.
"The summer internship." Harmony looked extremely nervous. "I spoke to Ms. Potts last night."
Tony turned slowly on his heel, willing himself to not blow his stack.
"PEPPER!" Tony yelled, and left Harmony standing in the doorway helplessly.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Everything was quickly falling apart. How could he have NOT been informed? So much for her life-breaking opportunity. "Excuse me?" He had said "Excuse me?" as if she was telling him,
"Pardon me, Mr. Stark, but I've come to take your liver and sell it."
Oh, yes, things were shaping up quite horribly.
Harmony craned her neck to see inside the dark doorway. Tony had gone so far inside she couldn't see him. Well, she couldn't just stand in the doorway. Cautiously, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
"Pepper!" Tony's hands quivered in fury in their tight death grip around the unsuspecting phone.
"Yes, Tony," Pepper sighed, as if she knew what was coming. Well, of course she did. Dirty snake.
"You did this just to get me back from taping the mirror to my shoe," he hissed.
"Did what?"
"An intern! An INTERN!"
Silence. Then -
"Tony, it's not so bad. It's a woman, it's only the summer, she'll only be shadowing you when you work with physics and molecular structure. You're doing tests on them in your workshop all summer."
Tony stopped his frantic pacing and raking his fingers through his hair.
"See, that's the problem! All summer! ALL SUMMER, PEPPER! And judging by her tell-tale suitcase, let me guess, she'll be occupying the guest room?"
"As a matter of fact, yes,"
Tony growled his objection into the phone.
"Oh, please."
"Fine then, Miss Heart of Stone," Tony resumed his pacing. "This is your doing. Just...whatever!"
"I will be back in three weeks, have a nice June, Mr. Stark."
"I hate you," he shot back and hung up the phone.
He whirled on his heel to go see if the girl was still there. There she stood, pursing her lips innocently, not three feet from him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she said, brushing her hair back from her eyes.
"Sure," he replied curtly. "I suppose I should show you your room." Without waiting for her response, he set off for the upstairs guest room.
"Uh, Tony - I mean, Mr. Stark, have you not had this kitchen cleaned for months? I'd be happy to help." Harmony asked, pity filling her voice as they passed through the kitchen.
"Actually, that mayhem is the product of my failed breakfast of peanut pancakes. And the smoke is from the flaming bagel." Smiling dryly, Tony drew her attention to a charred lump of ash in the kitchen sink, a thin line of smoke still curling lazily from it.
Oh, lord.
This was going to be a long summer for both of them.
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My first Tony/OC fanfiction. Did you likey? Please please leave a comment, they make me happy! Concrit is greatly welcomed.
Genre: humor and romance
Characters: Tony and OC.
Summary: Pepper went and is assigned Tony an intern without telling him! Worst of all, she knows exactly how to handle Tony. What would you do if you spent a long summer with Tony Stark full of love, hate and irony?Tony/OC, sorry for the crappy summary.
Harmony Clay took a deep breath. She could almost taste the rest of her life right in front of her. Harvard professor. Bio-physist. Hell, she could do anything if she didn't screw this up. Just stand tall and look pretty. And smart of course.
No one ever got this kind of a chance. Harmony wasn't sure if she was violently nervous or wildly excited. Probably both. Sweeping her silky brown hair off her forehead in a graceful gesture, she blinked hard and took another gulp of air. Picking her suitcase up off the curb, shoulders squared and face steely, she plunged into the rest of her life.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
"Jarvis? What is this doing here?" Tony glared fiercely at a pile of mail siting on his kitchen counter and scratched his head. Usually Pepper took care of this sort of crap. There had to be at least 200 letters there. Fan mail, junk mail, black mail, chain mail. Stuff he shouldn't have to deal with.
After much debate, he swept every single last one into the gaping mouth of the trashcan.
"Sir, are you sure that was very...responsible?" Jarvis' voice was obviously pained.
"Hey, if Pepper doesn't sort my mail, no one does. Where is she, anyways?" Maybe it was true, he couldn't tie his shoelaces without her. Mail was just one of the many things he didn't have the time to do. Tony waved his arms in the air in a futile attempt to rid the cloudy kitchen of the acrid smoke.
"How long till this airs out?" Tony coughed loudly and tried to ignore the piles of dirty dishes, left out food items, and numerous spills.
"Approximately 32 minutes, sir," Jarvis replied meekly. "May I suggest not putting bagels in the microwave for over 15 minutes next time, sir?"
"I didn't actually mean for them to stay in there for 15 minutes. I set it for 15 to be safe, and forgot about them." Tony frowned and collected an armful of dishes and dumped them into the sink.
"Well, sir, according to my calculations, 30 seconds is the approximate time to heat a bagel or piece of bread."
"Really? 30 seconds?" Tony rumpled his hair and surveyed the huge mish-mosh of wrecked kitchen. "You could have told me that."
"You didn't ask, sir. And may I say, for a genius, you certainly don't use your head very much."
"Um, I'll choose to ignore that." Tony kicked a spoon across the floor and leaned against the island. "Please answer my question, now."
"Which inquiry are you referring to?"
"The one about Pepper."
"Which one? The one about her choice of undergarments, or about how many men she has -"
"The one I just asked!" Tony snapped.
"Miss Potts left for Alaska yesterday night."
"Alaska?" Tony blinked dubiously. Pepper hated being cold, why on God's green earth why would she go to Alaska? He could just picture her flaming red hair tucked in a snow white, fur lined hooded coat.
"Apparently Miss Potts has relatives there." Jarvis stated simply and went offline.
Bending down to eat a peanut off the rug, Tony's loud crunching was suddenly punctuated by a knock on the door.
"Jarvis, who is it?"
"A woman." Jarvis replied dully. Tony nearly tripped over the end-table doing a hasty canter to the front door.
"Yes?" In complete practiced finesse, Tony swung open the door and leaned against the frame, raising his eyebrows and smoldering.
The girl gave him a disbelieving look. As if she was half disgusted, half astonished. Tony only relished half her expression. Quick profile.
Age 25-30, five foot three, C-Cup, size 7 shoe, straight, dark brown long hair to the middle of her back, silky and sleek, large round pink lips. Natural features, she had no jobs done, not even a boob job. Bright hazel eyes flattered by ridiculously thick, dark eyelashes, and arched brown eyebrows, neatly groomed. Smelled of strawberries, straight teeth, perfectly white. Gorgeous blue sundress that showed off her long - also natural - tan legs.
A pretty nice piece of work.
But what intrigued Tony the most was that her beauty, which far surpassed any girl he had slept with, was all natural. Natural boobs, butt, lips, nose, eye color, tan, no extensions or airbrushing.
He had struck gold.
"Hi..." she smiled a bit timidly. "I'm Harmony Clay. It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. Or would you prefer Anthony?"
"Oh, please," Tony said, not flirtatiously or coyly, "Call me Tony."
"Okay..." she blinked. "Mr. Stark, may I say it is a great pleasure to have this opportunity."
What opportunity?
"Excuse me?" It was Tony's turn to blink.
"The summer internship." Harmony looked extremely nervous. "I spoke to Ms. Potts last night."
Tony turned slowly on his heel, willing himself to not blow his stack.
"PEPPER!" Tony yelled, and left Harmony standing in the doorway helplessly.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Everything was quickly falling apart. How could he have NOT been informed? So much for her life-breaking opportunity. "Excuse me?" He had said "Excuse me?" as if she was telling him,
"Pardon me, Mr. Stark, but I've come to take your liver and sell it."
Oh, yes, things were shaping up quite horribly.
Harmony craned her neck to see inside the dark doorway. Tony had gone so far inside she couldn't see him. Well, she couldn't just stand in the doorway. Cautiously, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
"Pepper!" Tony's hands quivered in fury in their tight death grip around the unsuspecting phone.
"Yes, Tony," Pepper sighed, as if she knew what was coming. Well, of course she did. Dirty snake.
"You did this just to get me back from taping the mirror to my shoe," he hissed.
"Did what?"
"An intern! An INTERN!"
Silence. Then -
"Tony, it's not so bad. It's a woman, it's only the summer, she'll only be shadowing you when you work with physics and molecular structure. You're doing tests on them in your workshop all summer."
Tony stopped his frantic pacing and raking his fingers through his hair.
"See, that's the problem! All summer! ALL SUMMER, PEPPER! And judging by her tell-tale suitcase, let me guess, she'll be occupying the guest room?"
"As a matter of fact, yes,"
Tony growled his objection into the phone.
"Oh, please."
"Fine then, Miss Heart of Stone," Tony resumed his pacing. "This is your doing. Just...whatever!"
"I will be back in three weeks, have a nice June, Mr. Stark."
"I hate you," he shot back and hung up the phone.
He whirled on his heel to go see if the girl was still there. There she stood, pursing her lips innocently, not three feet from him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she said, brushing her hair back from her eyes.
"Sure," he replied curtly. "I suppose I should show you your room." Without waiting for her response, he set off for the upstairs guest room.
"Uh, Tony - I mean, Mr. Stark, have you not had this kitchen cleaned for months? I'd be happy to help." Harmony asked, pity filling her voice as they passed through the kitchen.
"Actually, that mayhem is the product of my failed breakfast of peanut pancakes. And the smoke is from the flaming bagel." Smiling dryly, Tony drew her attention to a charred lump of ash in the kitchen sink, a thin line of smoke still curling lazily from it.
Oh, lord.
This was going to be a long summer for both of them.
.---.---.---.
My first Tony/OC fanfiction. Did you likey? Please please leave a comment, they make me happy! Concrit is greatly welcomed.