I just realized that I've forgotten to upload anything I've written in the past year onto here. So...

The first time Natasha met Tony Stark, he froze at the sight of her. It was only for a moment, when she and Potts had first entered the room, but it was long enough for her to notice. It wasn't particularly alarming; she had been told that Stark had a weakness for pretty women. The way his eyes proceeded to rake up and down her form corroborated this. There was something off about it, though. There was no heat to it and it was slightly exaggerated, almost like he was just going through the motions. He stepped out of the ring and sauntered over to the two women. Natasha's lips formed a deliberately professional smile as Potts introduced her by her alias.

"This is Natalie Rushman," the soon to be CEO said, "she's from legal."

Stark offered the shorter woman his hand. "It's a pleasure," he said, waiting for her to take his hand before continuing. "Natasha, was it?"

Natasha blinked at him. "Natalie, actually."

Stark cocked his head to the side. "Natalia?" he tried. His hand was very warm where it was still grasping hers.

"Natalie," she said once more. Her hand twitched as she fought the urge to pull it away from him.

Stark hummed. "Sure," he said, "why not?" He squeezed his fingers gently around hers for a moment before finally letting go. "Where do I sign?" he asked, turning to Potts.

Natasha stared at him. Had Stark made her? Had she been given inaccurate information? She tried not to let her apprehension show on her face as she went over the contract with her mark. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed both Potts and Hogan cast worried looks in Stark's direction.

"Do you like working in legal?" Stark asked, signing his name with an unnecessary amount of flourishes.

"It has its perks," she replied. Did he just draw a heart after his name?

Stark flipped the page. "How would you feel about a career change?"

Behind them, Potts groaned. "Tony."

"Just a little baby one," Stark continued, lifting his left hand so Natasha could see how closely his thumb and index finger were pressed together.

"Tony, no," said Potts.

Natasha considered for a moment. "What kind of career change?"

"Be my PA?" he asked. It was oddly vulnerable.

"Tony," Potts repeated, "No."

Stark turned to his new CEO. "Tony, yes," he told her with a grin. He turned back to Natasha. "C'mon," he wheedled, "I have a super secret project I could use your help with."

Natasha weighed her options. "Alright, Mr Stark."

His smile was brilliant. "Call me Tony."