Nick Fury eyed Tony Stark suspiciously with his good eye. "And you're completely sure you're clear as to what you are doing on this mission and what you are not doing?" he asked him pointedly, crossing his arms.

Tony waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." he said, voice aloof. "I just don't get why I have to do it. Capsicle could pull it off just as well. Or Br- no that's a lie. But I'm sure Katniss could give it a shot."

It was all Fury could do to not roll his eyes at Tony's pun. He had learned that when you're working with this insufferable man, it was best to not show any reactions.

"Agent Barton has previous engagements regarding S.H.I.E.L.D that could possibly interfere." Fury explained. "And in all honesty, the Captain is too... kind hearted to complete this mission, we feel."

"In other words, he's too compassionate. He'd let his feelings get in the way, which can not happen on this mission, Stark." Maria Hill informed him coldly. "I suggested that we use one of the trained S.H.I.E.L.D agents." The second part was mumbled so Fury and Stark could barely hear her. They ignored it.

"Harsh. So I'm the only one that's big enough of a dick to pull it off?" Tony clarified for himself, and nobody corrected him. He shrugged.

"Do what you must to get the information. Nothing more." Nick told him shortly. "I trust this will be done without any... incidents."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Tony mocked him, saluting. Fury kept a blank look on his face.

"So is this like an Avengers mission? 'Cause I thought you told the Council that we're on the 'down-low' after the war."

"No, call it a favor." Fury told him, beginning to walk away with Agent Hill.

"I saved the world! I don't owe you any favors." Tony said, voice conceited.

"Call it a birthday present." Director Fury called back, disapearing down the dark corridors of the S.H.I.E.L.D operations building.

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Veronica Ferrell woke up immediately, as always, at 4:59 AM. One minute in anticipation before her alarm went off. Without so much as a yawn or a stretch, she turned off the alarm and got out of bed.

Beginning her morning routine easily, as she always set out everything she'd need to get ready the night before, she changed into exercise clothing and went for a run.

The run last exactly fifty-nine minutes, so she'd have one minute to unlock the door and neatly put her shoes back in place before she got ready for work.

A fifteen minute shower ensued, with water temperature set exactly in the middle of the dial. She neatly blow dried her blonde hair before beginning her work routine. First, she dressed. Today was a nice black work dress that ended directly at the top of her knee.

Veronica wore basically the same make up everyday, with minimal variation to match that day's outfit. Her arsenal of equipment took up a good twenty minutes to apply although it was pretty minimal; a swift dash of eyeliner and a swish of mascara and the like. When it was absolutely perfect, she styled her hair in a french twist. Not one strand of hair escaped, and she looked stunning.

It was 7:28 when she was ready. Two minutes too early. The commute to work was exactly 42 minutes long, which was short considering that she worked in New York City. She left exactly at 7:30 everyday, so she arrived at 8:12. Three minutes to walk from her Porsche into the building. 8:15, she got coffee from the Starbucks that was in their building.

Acting CEO of her father's very successful law firm, Ferrell and Keller Law, she got to work fifteen minutes before she needed to be just to set up her computer and get everything in perfect order.

'Acting' CEO because her father is off in Europe somewhere conducting business. He didn't thnik he really needed to tell Veronica the exact location, as he basically went from country to country daily. Brandon Ferrell was an important man, and a very hard one to get ahold of.

Having followed in her father's footsteps, Veronica went to law school and worked under her father for years before he appointed her acting CEO. She didn't feel she deserved it, but she enjoyed her work. Not for the power she held, but for the satisfaction that she was having something so complex as a business run smoothly under her care. She liked tasks such as these.'

Jerking herself out of her thoughts, she realized that i was now 7:31. Veronica sighed as she grabbed her purse and headed down the steps of her penthouse and to her spot in the garage to climb into her silver Porsche.

Now she didn't have time to say 'hello' to the kind receptionist as she walked in today.

Turning on the car gingerly, Veronica drove out to the street gently. She got on the highway, and headed towards the deeper city. She missed much of the traffic by leaving at 7:30, but it still took over 40 minutes to get there.

The drive was peaceful and normal. Her music played quietly in the background as she focused on the traffic of New York City. She could see her building from here. 8:12, the clock read.

Veronica realized that she was several minutes off schedule, and her palms began to sweat. Itas different, the plan wasn't working out the way it did every day as usual. Veronica bit her lip in worry as she neared her building. If she hurried, she'd still make it before 8:20.

She glanced in the rearview mirror as she slowed to a stop at a red light. Her feet were tapping impatiently now, as the clock ticked closer and closer to her being late.

She noticed that the fancy car behind her Porsche wasn't slowing down as much as it needed to to be able to stop in time. There was nothing she could do, and the car slammed into her back end, throwing her forward in her seat violently.

Veronica squeaked as her body slammed against the hold of her seat belt and it cut into her abdomen.

She gasped for air as she pulled over to the side and put on her hazard lights. She was definitely going to be late now. That thought worried her more than any damaged, to her car or herself, that could have happened.

The man who had been driving got out of his car and sauntered over to lean on his elbow by her window. He knocked lightly, scaring Veronica out of her thoughts. She rolled down her window slowly.

"It seems your car was in my way." he said teasingly, leaning into her window. Veronica blinked as she recognized him. It was Tony Stark. Wonderful.

"Quite." she said, her tone all-business. She was not in the mood to be friendly with this man. And why should she? He had just hit her car.

"Well, come on. Let's check it out." he said, opening the door by unlocking it through her window. He waved his arm, gesturing to the back of the car. Veronica stepped out, regarding him coldly, and walked quickly to look at the damage. Her heels clicked loudly on the pavement.

Her backend was destroyed. He had been going fast enough to take out both of her brakelights, as well as denting the trunk so that it popped up considerably and wouldn't close.

"Not too bad." Stark commented easily, leaning against the side of her car lazily.

"Please stop leaning on my car." she asked, her voice monotone and words clipped. He had done enough damage, and she didn't want him making it worse. Or smudging her car.

He smirked and stayed exactly where he was. Veronica sighed and crossed her arms.

"How about we don't call the cops?" Stark suggested. "I don't feel like dealing with them."

Veronica raised an eyebrow and turned to stare at him incriminatingly. "Excuse me? You just destroyed my car. The police are being involved. It's the law." she told him, her voice patronizing.

"Law, shmaw, do you know who I am?" Stark said, voice conceited. He grinned at her, and she narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, you're Tony Stark, child of Howard and Maria Stark. You're the head of Stark Industries, which used to specialize in weaponry, but now not a soul knows what you do and how you continue to make money." Veronica recited from memory.

"Seems as though I have a fan." he said in a flirtaciously, leaning forward. Veronica took a step back and cleared her throat.

"Hardly. I merely make it a point to know my enemies." Veronica responded, voice still having a business-like edge to it.

"I'm your enemy now, am I?" he said, voice still silky. "We could be friends if you gave me a chance."

"If you think that your meager attempts to flirt with me will ultimately relieve you of the responsibility of paying for the damages on my car, you are sadly mistaken." Veronica told him, voice still basically a monotone.

Tony straightened up, but his eyes didn't lose the playful glint. Veronica sighed and looked at the time on her watch. Officially, she was late.

Her foot tapped uncontrollably, a tick that meant that she couldn't handle much more of this change in her pattern. The day's plan was supposed to go as normal, as her iPhone had it written out.

Stark seemed to notice that she was impatient. "Involving the police will only take up more time." he said, trying to persuade her. Veronica's face was blank, but inside her head was a buzz of irritation that she would not give him the satisfaction of showing to him.

She thought for another moment. "Fine." she said, exhaling harshly as she conceded to his request. "My attorney shall be in touch. For now, I am late for my job. Good bye."

"You can't hardly drive to work in that." Tony said, appalled. "Let me drive you."

"If I were to be seen in a car with you, Mr. Stark, I shall surely never let myself live it down." she told him dismissively as she climbed into her ruined silver Porsche. "Besides, I work on the next street."

"The next street..." Tony mused. "Oh, at Ferrell and Keller Law, you mean? What, are you an intern?" He held the door open with a hand and leaned into the car. This man was obviously set on not letting he get to work anytime soon.

Veronica closed her eyes briefly in annoyance at the condescention of his tone. "CEO." she told him, not even bothering to add 'acting' to the title. She wanted the satisfaction.

"Really, now? You don't look much like Brandon Ferrell. It must be the make up, sir." Tony joked, and Veronica placed a hand on the handle to forcinly pull the door shut.

"Veronica Ferrell." she told him, and jerked the door out of his grasp to slam it. She revved the engine and pulled away from the curb, towards her building.

Tony chuckled as he sauntered back to his own ruined car.

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OKAY. This was so fun to write and Veronica was so fun to dream up.

As you probably may have guessed from the in-detail description of her morning, Veronica has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or OCD. The disorder, in which a person can be obessive about detail among a lot of other things, causes her to have to have a plan for everything, and follow it exactly. She also has a problem with tidiness/cleanliness, checking everything repeatedly, and being compelled to be right all the time. These aren't really displayed in this chapter, but there will be at least one chapter which spotlights each of the things she is 'obessive' about, for lack of better wording.

So. What'd you think of this first chapter? What do you think of Veronica? And what do you think of all my Avengers OC's having names that end in 'ah'? Georg-AH, Sar-AH, Veronic-AH. And the OC pairing for Clint was going to be Anna... maybe I should change it.

Now I might start the first chapter for Clint. Cause Anna is awesome and I love her and she's adorable and Clint's gonna be like ERMERGERD NOSEBLEED.

But not really, she's a scrawny 'starving artist'. A painter, actually. Yay spoilers!

Okay, I'm off to write Circuit Breaker because Georgia needs to get SAVED.

Or save herself. Either way.

K BYE. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW. I LOVE YOU ALL!

Jess