Monster

Monster The next morning I had called Megan/Morgan to come give me a ride to work. However, when I stepped outside to wait for her I found a shiny black car sitting in my driveway with a red bow on top.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” I said walking over to the damn thing and lifting the tag that was attached to the bow.

“Temporary. Your sister says it’s temporary. It’s temporary. Just put that on the card. Love Stark or something,” is what it said. It was printed so I figured JARVIS had been in charge of making the tag and Tony hadn’t bothered to check it. I sighed anyway and stepped back inside to call him.

“Yep?” he said in answer.

“The car on my driveway. Yours or HYDRAs?” I asked him.

“That would be mine. I promise. And it has a better computer than your… well your computer. No bombs.” I sighed.

“And it’s temporary?”

“Well, if you want it to be. It doesn’t have to be temporary. Your sister just kept referring to it as a ‘borrowed’ car and that I wasn’t allowed to gift you with things like cars.”

“You’re a ridiculous child, Tony,” I said as I headed back out to the front.

“You’re the one with a dangerous Nazi organization blowing up your car.”

“You know what? You were on their list before I was even born, okay? And you have no room to talk because people try to kill you every day.”

“Fair enough.”

“Where are the goddamn keys? I’m late for work.”

“Finger print.”

“You have my finger print? Are you serious?”

“Somebody didn’t have her Cheerios this morning.” I groaned and yanked the car door open. Then I slid into the soft leather bucket of a seat and looked at the finger pad.

“Stop being a creep, Tony. I appreciate the gesture but a simple rent-a-car would have sufficed.”

“Your fingerprint is on record. You’re a former SHIELD agent. And I gave you this car because I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but you’ve been targeted by a terrorist organization that likes to blow up cars. The car scans for bombs.” I shut the door and pulled the seat forward.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate the gesture. I’ll give you the car back when I get a new one.”

“The only way you’re going to be able to afford a new car is if you come to work for me.” I sighed and pressed my forehead against the steering wheel.

“I can’t… I can’t right now.”

“I know. But the job is yours when you want it.”

“Thanks, Tony. Tell Clara I said hi.”

“Will do. Have a good day. Don’t talk to terrorists.” I half laughed and then ended the call.

Notes

Sorry this is still Bucky-less! And short! I was excited to get this chapter out because I thought Bucky was in it. But I was wrong. Next chapter, I promise. But we have Tony *Jazz hands* and we all know how much I love writing for Tony. Mostly because I have mentioned it numerous times.

Also, I got Steve's story figured out! I mean, I always knew the ultimate plot. But I couldn't get the start figured out because it was just so bland and boring. But I got it now and I'm going to start writing it asap. WOOT!

Also, also, I finished all my commissions this morning. With literally 15 minutes to spare. Hahaha.