A/N: This is a short fic i wrote, spurred by the idea of what if Tony had been able to pursue Natasha aka Natalie during Iron Man 2, Pre-Avengers? So it sorta just went from the little line of "I want one." What if Pepper hadn't really put up a fight? This is that story.

"Behavioral assessment?" Tony asked incredulously, staring at the stunning brunette standing in front of him and Hogan, perched on the boxing mat, clutching her clipboard to her ample chest like a lifejacket. He snorted,

"My behavior is perfectly normal, right Pepper?" Tony turned to his right, where the redhead in question stood, distracted by a medley of screens. He had to snap his fingers a couple times, but eventually Pepper glanced up, her attention finally caught. Tony gestured to the brunette, who had introduced herself as Natalie Rushman, from the Department of Defense. Pepper smiled, and quickly turned back to the screens, and with a few swipes of her index finger pulled up Natalie's file.

"You are indeed who you say you are Miss Rushman. It is Miss?" Pepper eyed her, waiting for confirmation or correction, while Natalie simply nodded, her dark brown curls swishing across her shoulders with the movement.

"Well 'Miss' Rushman, unless you think you can take either of us on in a match, I suggest you step off the mat." Tony said with a smirk. Natalie cocked a single eyebrow at him, a smirk forming on her beautiful face.

"Hold this for a minute will ya?" She held out her clipboard to Tony, who, though he despised being handed things, took it without an utterance of protest. The fire in her eyes suggested a challenge. She nodded at Hogan,

"Let's go."

He grinned at Tony, anticipating an easy win. Tony stepped outside of the ring, moving to stand by Pepper; a matching grin to Hogan's gracing his handsome face.

Natalie cracked her knuckles and straightened her shoulders,

"Take your time honey, I've got all day,-" Any other smart remark 'Happy' Hogan had been about to make was smacked out of his mouth by Natalie's right hook that he took almost the full brunt of. He stepped back two paces, eyes sharp and on her lithe form, but by the time he had moved, she had matched him, and was swinging her leg around for a sideways kick to his kidneys. Natalie gave him a few moments to get his bearings, before raising her elbow and body-slamming him to the canvas, where he stayed, moaning and groaning.

Tony raised his eyebrows in shock, turned to Pepper,

"I want one." he gave a little pout, and as Pepper looked from him to Natalie, she sighed, knowing that there was a time to fight and a time to yield.

"Well, let's just see how long you can behave, and if you can handle her." She winced inwardly, the choice of words could have been better, and she bit her tongue as she saw Tony's eyes light up.

"Oh, I look forward to the challenge."

Natalie brushed back the stray strands of dark chestnut hair that had fallen out of place during the fight. Then stepping deftly down from the boxing ring, turned to face Tony, her hand outstretched, gesturing towards her clipboard that he still held.

"Of course milady. Your effects." he said with a small mock bow, which drew a small smile from her.

"Ah, so she can be amused." Tony said, turning to Pepper to throw her a covert wink. Pepper merely rolled her eyes at him.

Tony turned back to Natalie,

"So, let's see about somewhere for you to stay." he put a hand to her lower back, merely to guide her out of the room, but she grabbed his wrist tightly, twisting painfully until he retreated, with a muttered,

"Uncle, uncle already Miss Rushman."

"Try that again without asking and you might lose your hand." she said with a dangerous gleam in her bright blue eyes.

"So what else do they teach you all at Langley?"

As Natalie gazed around the loft Mr. Stark had directed her to, she sighed. It was nice, a far cry from her little living quarters back at SHEILD headquarters. There was a living room with an enormous HD TV, a makeshift kitchen and bar, and further in, stunning black marble finished bathroom, huge closest, not to mention the crowning glory of a bedroom, lush silk sheets graced the four poster bed.

'Probably imported from Japan.' she thought to herself with a wry smile.

She looked out the large curved pane windows at the setting sun, oranges and pinks were melding with the smog of the L.A. Skyline to form a strange blue and purplish haze. How she longed to be back in New York City.

L.A. wished it was NYC, but the swaying of the palm trees in the warm ocean breeze just took away from the seriousness of the city. New York was all business, while the closeness of the beach made L.A. seem much more laid back at heart.

Natalie kicked off her black patent leather Mary Janes, eagerly running her bare feet over the thick carpet, relishing the feel of the fibers beneath her toes. She hated wearing shoes. Especially closed toed shoes. Unfortunately it wasn't prudent for a SHIELD agent to go around on missions barefoot.

She glanced over the agenda for the upcoming weekend, mainly it involved escorting Mr. Stark and his group to the Grand Prix, it seemed Tony Stark's idea of fun and games would be absorbing most of her week. Mr. Stark never resisted the chance to show off in public, this year at the Grand Prix he would be driving in the actual race, not just for show. No word on whether she would be following him or simply observing from the sidelines.

Sighing deeply, she quickly shed her prim and proper clothing, slipping underneath the silk sheets in merely her birthday suit. She practically moaned at the feel of the softness and comfort the bed gave her aching muscles. When she had arrived in the L.A. Stark tower she had not expected the need to beat up one of Starks assistant lackeys. She had needed to restrain herself, as her cover profession didn't quite allow for karate training. She had stuck to street fighting moves that anyone could learn, as to avoid raising Stark's suspicion. He may not have had a sixth sense, but he was a near genius.

Her eyes fell shut moments after she emptied her mind of the day's events, utilizing a Zen technique she had learned from Bruce Banner, who currently was off the grid, but SHEILD knew better.

A/N: The POV is mainly 3rd person, but occasionally is influenced by one or the other character. Hope you like it so far! It will be a 2 or 3 shot fyi. R/R.