Hey everyone!

Here again with another new fic!

This one was requested to me by one of my readers!

It sounded really interesting and I thought I give it a shot!

Don't forget to tell me what you think and if you like it!

A\N - I don't own Kim Possible or Marvel... sadly... if I did Ron would receive the appreciation he deserves! and the show will have 25 more seasons at lest!

And again I'd like to give a HUGE! thanks to 'JRC1700' for agreeing to Beta so the fic will be even better! You are awesome! And I can't thank you enough!

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Chapter 1: Hotel Possible

New York City

It was just another busy day in the city, as people moved on and passed one another. Everyone going to work, or taking care of business. People were running to try to make deadlines, achieve their dreams, or just to have a good time.

A lone redheaded woman was standing in front of one of the most popular hotels in the city, looking around and ostentatiously checking her phone, as if waiting for something - or someone - to show up. The young women had green eyes and was dressed in a pair of slightly ripped jeans, with a short white shirt underneath a long-sleeved gray jacket. She sat down on an expansive marble ring, wrapped around a large fountain, at the center was a strange-looking creature.

'You'd think that a place with this much class would have a statue of something more appealing to look at. Maybe an eagle, or a wolf. Hell, even Tony Stark has better taste than this. And he put up a statue of himself!' the woman thought, trying to see if she could identify the strange animal while she waited.

"Hey, Jean!" called someone, drawing the redheaded woman's attention.

The redhead looked up to see two familiar faces walking towards her. She picked up the bag next to her feet and walked up to them. "You sure took your sweet time, I was about to call and see if there was an issue" she groused, a pout on her face.

The pair she was talking to were a brunette and another redheaded woman. The brunette wore a black jacket that was almost completely buttoned up, hiding her outfit underneath from sight. In their line of work, she needed to be able to change on the fly. Ironically, her code name was that of a flying insect.

The second redheaded was an older woman, but no less of a beauty. Hell, you could even argue that she was the most beautiful person around, with all the stares she was getting from the people surrounding them. The people staring at her were almost as likely to be another woman as they were a man. She was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, along with a black shirt that really made her stand out from the crowd.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We had a bit of trouble on the way here" apologized the brunette woman. She smiled and fixed her hair, removing a leaf from it.

"You ran into-" Jean's eyes hardened, she could only imagine what could have kept them.

"It was nothing, just some low-level thugs that happen to cross our paths. Nothing to get worked up about" the older woman spoke up, diffusing any worry.

"Did you have to tell her that? I was going to use it as an excuse that we lost our money and needed her to treat us" the brunette teased, clearly joking.

"Yeah, really funny. Look, I've been waiting here for a few minutes, I need to ask…" Jean looked at the hotel behind her. "Is this really the place? I kinda thought it'd be, I don't know, bigger?"

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but this is it" the older redheaded assured, before looking around for a moment. "According to Kim this is the right address, and I'm positive we're in the right location."

"Well, let's see what all the hype's about" the brunette said, the two redheads agreeing.

All three women started walking into the building, expecting some sort of grand design. They were predicting something really special, based on just how strongly their friend had recommended the place. She'd pretty much talked them into visiting it, if they ever had the chance. It was practically borderline brainwashing at this point!

"So, any news from Kim, Natasha?" Jean asked, glancing over at the older redhead.

"Just the usual. New planets; some of them are hostile, but most are fine with opening up a route to us. Kim's the one doing most of the talking, Marvel is her muscle if things get out of hand" Natasha explained, not at all worried about being overheard.

"I bet it's a redhead thing. You're always busy being diplomatic, until you need to bust some heads!" Hope joked, looking towards her two friends.

"Well, I-I mean…" Jean stammered, clearly looking for some sort of excuse.

"I would say that it was just a coincidence, if that was actually the case" the older redhead Natasha agreed.

"Anyways Jean, how's everything with Scott going so far?" Hope suddenly asked, a bit more interest in her tone.

"Uhh, do you mind Hope? I believe I've already made it clear that I came here to focus on my university studies, not deal with that-that… JERK!" Jean snapped, a clear grimace on her face.

"R-Really? I thought you guys would have already made up, or something" the older redheaded interjected, taking some interest in the topic.

Jean huffed in annoyance. "No, I told him that I needed some time apart. So I could think about what happened. The idiot took that as an invitation to fly the blackbird, over my university, and try to jump off into the courtyard with flowers!" The redheaded teen was clearly still pissed over the whole spectacle, simply recalling it renewing her anger.

"Wait, so that's why we received reports of your jet over New York?" Natasha looked confused, maybe even downright shocked. "At the time we thought it was an enemy operation, or something that just happened to resemble your own stealth technology! Until your professor assured us that it had just been a routine training procedure."

"Yeah, The Professor didn't even get why it was so wrong in the first place! Hell, he backed Scott up, said I was being silly! Can you believe that?" Jean answered. This whole 'Scott could never do anything wrong' deal that The Professor had was really almost too much sometimes!

Hope simply whistled, impressed with the whole thing. "And? What did you do?"

"I managed to take control of his mind and got him fly himself back home, before he could do any more damage. Could you imagine what would've happened if I'd let him land?" the redheaded teen asked, even if she already knew the answer.

"I suspect it would have involved a lot of noise, along with letting everyone know that you're already taken. Not to mention the black invisible jet appearing out of nowhere and- Wait! Please tell me that he, at the very least, wasn't wearing his X-men uniform?" Hope suddenly asked, though the possibility seemed too far-fetched to contemplate. She failed to get a response and facepalmed. "Damn, you'd think the leader of your team would be a bit smarter than that! So I suppose we can add him to the list of curious guys we need to scare off, before they start hitting on you?"

All three women agreed that Jean's problems with her love life were a bit too much and decided to focus on the hotel they were visiting. They'd silently decided to wait to broach the juicier topics, until at least they'd sat down. Looking around, they could clearly see why this would be considered a high-class place. The surrounding walls were all a light golden color, as were the many sofas that dotted the area. Bellboys and chauffeurs walked around slowly and elegantly, to avoid spoiling the mood.

"I gotta say, off the bat, not a bad place!" Hope admitted, Jean agreeing with her.

"It's not bad, but I've seen better" Natasha interjected, making the two look at her. "What? Tony has the best parties, you're more than welcome to prove me wrong." The smirk on her face was all too visible.

"In any case, let's check out the restaurant. That's what Kim insisted we do anyways" Jean admitted, the group approached the receptionist for directions.

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"Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, you're hired!" a blonde man admitted, from behind his desk, to the woman in front of him.

"Thank you Ronnie, I- Oops, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound unprofessional" apologized a young, beautiful, blonde woman. She was embarrassed to have already slipped up in front of her new boss.

"It's okay Tara, I'm honestly not one for formalities. It just makes me feel too distant, you know? Besides, we've known each other since high school!" the blonde man reassured, his smile clear.

'It's actually been a bit longer than that' the young woman thought, staring at his face. Ronnie, or Ron Stoppable as he was called, was someone who'd held her interest for the longest time. She would have acted on her feelings much sooner, if there hadn't been anyone in her way. However she obviously hadn't, due mainly to Kim and her friends from the cheer squad.

But Tara couldn't blame her misfortune entirely on them, as she'd been a bit of a coward back then when it came to him. At the time she'd tried to be subtle about her interest, mainly waiting for him to take the hint and ask her out. She'd given him smiles and winks every chance she'd gotten.

All to no avail, unfortunately. And if she knew then, what she did now? Tara would never have hesitated, diving right in and going for the kill! And boy was she regretting dancing around the issue now!

"Tara? You okay?" Ron suddenly asked, unnerved by her silent staring.

"Wha- Oh! No, I'm fine! So, what were you saying?" she prompted, quickly changing the subject to avoid embarrassing herself.

The blonde man smiled at her. 'God, he looks even more handsome than I remember!' Tara thought, smiling herself as he continued. "I was asking if you wanted to have a tour of the place, before you start tomorrow."

She nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, sure, that sounds perfect Ronnie!" Tara enthused, testing the way the nickname sounded and to see if he really didn't mind it. He obviously hadn't taken any offense to her pet name for him, what a stroke of luck!

"Great! But are you really sure that you want to be a waitress? I'm sure that I could find a much more important job for you."

A waitress… Tara normally would have never even considered working as one. She was a very beautiful woman, one who'd only gotten better as the years passed. She'd even worked as a model for a few years and, dare she say it, she'd been one of the best! Honestly, the only reason that she was even HERE was because of him! If she had any sort of chance to nab him, this was it!

On the plus side, she'd be working with Ron every day from now on. And who knew?, maybe working in his hotel would end up being its own reward! A long shift into the late-night, herself and Ron being the only ones around… Enjoying a few drinks and reminiscing about the past, before he finally takes the initiative and kisses her softly. It would devolve into a full-blown make-out session, then from there-

"Don't worry, I'm fine with it! I knew I could count on you, Ronnie!" she responded, quickly dispelling her perverted thoughts. There was no point in getting her hopes up, before she'd even started.

Ron pulled Tara away from his office on the top floor, moving down to the lobby. From there, it was a straight path to the restaurant. Along the way different people and workers moved out of their way, giving them room to pass and even greeting the blonde, it was obvious that they regarded him with respect. Tara enjoyed seeing Ron getting the admiration he deserved, the lack of it had always been something that had bothered her in the past.

Eventually, the two arrived at the location of her new job, it was far more impressive than she'd honestly expected. Basically, this restaurant was huge! The floor was full of large tables and chairs, hosting a variety of different people. Or customers, as she figured they were to her now.

There were a few murmurs as the two moved past the different tables, many heads were turning, a few patrons smiled.

Tara wasn't a stranger to curious looks, she was a model and a fairly attractive one to boot. Only this time, she was pretty sure the situation was different. For once, everyone wasn't looking at her, they were staring at the blonde man who walked next to her. They shot her new boss a strange kind of look, one that she knew all too well.

Tara also noticed that the vast majority of Ron's patrons were, in fact, women!

'Why do I have a bad feeling about this?' she mused. She looked around, noticing many other waitresses moving around carrying trays.

The two blondes continued walking, arriving at a huge cooking station in the middle of the room. There were two chefs working there, preparing food and drinks for several female customers.

Around the entire station were a number of bar stools, all currently occupied with different women that seemed to be eagerly awaiting something.

"Good job you two!" Ron suddenly encouraged, making them stop and look at him.

"Hey Boss! How's it going?" asked one of them with a smile.

"Everything's great! I just wanted to introduce you to Tara here." Ron gestured her forward. "And I told you to call me Ron, none of this "boss" stuff."

Tara smiled as she introduced herself, the chefs did likewise. "No can do, Boss! I need to be formal and respectful!" Despite the man's words, he didn't really look all that sorry about it.

The rest of the staff laughed and continued with their work, Ron opened a small gate and entered inside. "Okay, so, how are we doing?"

"Not bad. There are even more orders coming in than last week, even more clients too. We may need to consider expanding the restaurant" the chef explained.

"Again? Didn't we already do that last month?" Ron asked, even if he already knew what the answer was.

"Well, I can only blame it on you, Boss!" He smiled, as Ron stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, right!" The blonde man suddenly looked towards Tara. He took off his suit jacket, leaving himself with only a white button-up shirt covering his torso. "Tara, since you'll be starting tomorrow, you probably should see how everything works" Ron explained, rolling his sleeves up and washing his hands.

'If he's like this every day, I don't see any problems staying here!' the blonde beauty thought. She watched him closely, sitting in a free spot next to him.

As Ron finished, he put on an apron and turned to the two chefs. "You guys can go ahead and take your break, I'm all set here!" the blonde assured, shoeing the two away and beginning to prepare something.

Tara could only stare at him in awe, vividly remembering the one week where he'd somehow taken over the cafeteria. She'd been extremely annoyed with her friends at the time, for trying to drag her to some stupid and useless event, ultimately she'd missed it. But now, actually seeing him in action? It was amazing!

The blonde boy she'd nursed a crush on for years was still making her swoon, after all this time. More importantly, she now understood why most of his clients were women. It was because of him! Ron was putting on a show for them all, without even realizing it. He made their food, all while looking so focused and happy to do it.

At this point every eye in the restaurant was on him, all filled with excitement and anticipation of having a taste of the incredible dish he was whipping up.

Tara could still hear snippets of all sorts of conversations around her, but she couldn't care less about any of it. All of her attention was focused. On. RON.

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"…and that's the end of another great day!" Ron sat inside his office, resting after finishing up the last few orders of the day. His legs were a bit sore, his arms needed a good stretch, but all-in-all? He couldn't be happier!

Some people would say that he was wasting his time managing and cooking in his own restaurant, when he could be sitting in this office counting his money.

Ron could honestly understand the idea of enjoying his wealth, like he had when he'd gotten that huge novelty check for his first one hundred million dollars. He liked to think that he'd worked all of that craziness out of his system. For the most part, at least.

Now? There was nothing that made him happier than working in this restaurant! Well… Kim was, like always, in first place to him in every respect. But, she was also a lot busier with her new job.

"The newest Avenger, Kim Possible!" Ron laughed. It still sounded ridiculous, even now, when she'd already been working with them for some time. 'I guess Dr. Director was true to her word, after all.' At the time, he hadn't taken her all that seriously. But a few days after that little talk between Kim and the older woman, the redhead had suddenly gotten a call from SHIELD. According to his best friend, the guy had looked exactly like Betty. Right down to his very own eye-patch! Was it a job requirement? They'd joked about it at the time, before Kim had given him the big news.

She was now one of the Avengers! At first, he'd been happy about it. Even if he was worried about her fighting against aliens and evil organizations. But with her skill, knowledge, and a bit of an equipment upgrade (courtesy of Tony and Wade), she'd been unstoppable!

Being the youngest member of her new team hadn't inspired them to treat her gently, she could hold her own against the best of them!

She was currently on some super-secret mission. She'd told him about it immediately, without him even asking, she was just awesome like that!

Suddenly, the blonde noticed a red flashing light on his answering machine. "Mm? Maybe a message from KP?" he wondered. He pushed down the button, expecting to hear the voice of his best friend since Pre-K.

"Hello Ron…" It definitely wasn't Kim, but it still sounded pretty familiar. Unfortunately, he still couldn't place it.

"It's been some time since we last talked… This is Bonnie, if you haven't already figured it out…" Ron detected a smile in her voice, instantly remembering the brunette girl.

'I knew she sounded familiar!' There was no way he could forget her voice, after all the years he'd been around her at school and cheer practice. She was one of the prettiest girls he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing, even if she was as mean and viscous as they come. But despite that, he liked to think that as the years passed she'd gotten used to him. She'd even started referring to him by his name, she'd stopped laughing at him too.

"I just wanted to give you a call, before I come over to discuss a little business proposition I have for you…" There was a twinge of amusement in her voice. "My people have already contacted yours and have arranged a meeting that I believe will be very beneficial, for both of us…" Her voice filled his office, causing him to break out in goosebumps. She'd always had that effect on him… He quickly glanced at his schedule, sure enough there it was: 'Meeting with the CEO of Rockwaller Industries'.

He really should have a little chat with that employee of his… A bit of a heads-up would have been nice!

"I can't wait to see you, so we can catch up and… talk. So, until then… Have a pleasant day" the message ended, leaving the room quiet again.

"Well… I guess that's a thing…" he mused to no one, leaning back in his comfy chair. "Wow, hiring Tara, about to meet up with Bonnie… I wonder what KP will think when I tell her?!" He smiled, as he could imagine how surprised his friend would be.

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