manofiron.

          He looks at her as if she had just landed from outer space (though that’s a bad comparison because he’d faced things who had landed from outer space and usually his expressions upon facing said things is a bit different), blinking slowly as he directs his stare towards the door, then back at her. “… I missed a meeting. Yes, I heard you,” He looks back at the door, waving her off as a way to get her mouth to stop making sounds. “How did you get in here?”

     she’s unamused, to say the very least. green eyes narrow, shooting daggers towards him, as her arms cross over her chest. there were several perks of being tony stark’s personal assistant – namely the unrivaled clearance she had access to in order to handle his affairs. she flashes her ID card, annoyance apparent as he cuts her off. she wasn’t finished yet.   ❛        y’know, when YOU flake, i’m the one who gets to take the heat.         ❜