Anthony Edward Stark, better known as Tony Stark, was a self-proclaimed "genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist" who lived up to the titles he gave himself. He was as smart as they could get, richer beyond anyone's wildest dreams, had droves of women happy to spend the night with him, and was a brilliant business mogul. But he was also Iron Man, an Avenger that defended the Earth against the god Loki and his army of malicious aliens.

Several hours after sending the aforementioned god back to Asgard, he returned to Stark Tower with Bruce Banner, his new colleague and fellow Avenger. After giving Bruce the grand tour and dropping him off in his own private lab, Tony decided to assess the the damage wrought on his tower from his penthouse and maybe fit a drink or two in if he could.

But before he could even board the elevator he was pulled over by his personal assistant. "Mr. Stark, it's nice to see you back," you said to him with a grin. "I've already compiled a model of the tower in its current state with JARVIS, had the bar restocked, and cleared all meetings and press conferences for the next week."

"The first two are good, but why the last one?"

"I figured you would want to focus on rebuilding the tower to suit your current needs, Mr. Stark."

"Right, good thinking," Tony hit the button to call the elevator and leaned against the wall, sizing you up as he waited for it to come. You surprised him when you said that you cancelled his appointments. He thought that Pepper was the only one that could figure out what his next move would be. So Tony decided to get to know you better; maybe you'd become as indispensable as her. "How long have you been working for me again?"

"Just three years, Mr. Stark." You turned your attention to your tablet for a moment before going on. "Nearly two years as a secretary to a department head, and then a bit over one year as your assistant."

For a few moments he mulled it over, wondering if it really has been that long since Pepper moved on to be his business partner; it felt like it was only a few days ago since Pepper hired you to take care of him. "That long, huh? Go buy yourself something nice when you get the chance, I'm sure that you know my pin."

"Thank you, Mr. Stark; I'll keep that in mind," you replied as you offered him a polite smile.

The elevator dinged and you both stepped inside.

Judging from the strictly business smile, you were trying to keep the relationship professional.  Tony wanted an assistant that could be his friend, too, not just a planner or babysitter. So he decided to make things less formal. "Just call me Tony, Mr. Stark was my father."

You nodded and pressed the button for his floor.

"So, what have you been up to while I've been out saving the world?"

You hummed in thought and pulled up your schedule on your tablet. "Sending representatives of Stark to take your place at various appointments you had with the press, redirecting phone calls to Ms. Potts, and compiling a record of various happenings across the company."

To be honest, Tony was almost impressed with your work ethic – keyword being 'almost'. "Did you have any fun while I was out?"

"I got to use JARVIS; that was pretty cool."

"That's it?" He looked you up and down, placing your age somewhere in the mid-twenties at the most. "You're young, pretty, and smart; shouldn't you be out clubbing every Friday or having a girl's night out?"

"I appreciate the compliments but I would have to say no, I don't go out much."

Well, Tony was floored by the lack of fun you had in your life. He didn't know how you could live without enjoying yourself from time to time. "Why?"

"I have to take care of things with Ms. Potts when you're gone, Tony; we can't all be super heroes, you know." The elevator doors slid open and you allowed Tony to exit first.

"Welcome back, sir," JARVIS's disembodied voice greeted.

"JARVIS, light up the bar and help me out here; I'm going to be holding an intervention because this girl doesn't have enough fun," Tony announced as he crossed the threshold of his penthouse and over to the bar. "Martini or margarita? Or should I just hand you a bottle?"

Your eyebrows lifted as he began to mix drinks. "I thought that interventions were supposed to keep people away from alcohol."

"Okay, this is an enabling party, then." Tony waved you over and replaced your tablet with a martini. "I am enabling you to have as much fun as you want. Now drink up because this party is starting right now." He threw your tablet over his shoulder, smirking as you winced at the horrible clatter it made when it met the ground, and downed his own drink.

As he reached for another glass you took a reluctant sip of your drink. "Are you sure about this, Tony? Don't we have work to do?"

He gave you an incredulous look. "Really?" But in the end he just shrugged and swallowed down another mouthful of his drink. "Fine, we'll get to working right now before we're in too deep. JARVIS, pull up the model Name made of the tower and put on some decent working music, please."

"Yes, sir," JARVIS replied as rock music began to play and a hologram of the tower appeared before the two of you.

Tony took a few minutes to go over the hologram, nursing his drink all the while. When he finally concluded his analysis, he nodded resolutely and clapped his hands together. "Okay, simple enough. I'll send emails out to who needs them later, but I want to get started on a special project of mine."

By the time you finished your second drink he had already pulled up another model of the tower. "Please tell me that you're not going to build a secret underground facility or something."

"No, we're staying above ground . . . but I might need to add a sublevel to house the big guns now that I think about it," Tony mused as he began to pull out various levels of the building. "Do you think that Legolas would like the top floor or should I give it to Point Break?"

His question didn't make a lick of sense to you and your expression showed it.

Sighing, he blew up the floor plans so you could see them better. "I'm sure you figured out that I'm going to remake this place into an Avengers tower, considering you said that 'current needs' thing." He paused for an instant. "The Avengers Tower is a pretty good name. JARVIS, type that up somewhere, I don't want to forget it." His attention turned back to you. "I want one floor for each of them." He ordered JARVIS to pull up files on all of the Avengers for you before returning to the hologram. "So let me rephrase my question: do you think that Clint would like the top floor or should I give it to Thor?"

After glancing over the files on Thor and Clint, then adding in the background knowledge you had of them, you felt ready to answer his question. "Thor should get the top floor because he controls the weather and so he can take off to and from Asgard easily. Clint should get the next floor because he prefers to be as high off the ground as he can get."

"Good answer." Tony marked the two topmost floors with a hammer and bow before moving on. "I think Cap should get the next floor, so he's in the middle of everyone else."

"Why would that matter?" you questioned as you pulled Captain America's file up for reference. "Shouldn't you be in the middle because it's your tower and you're in charge?"

"He's a people person," Tony explained as he marked the third highest floor with Cap's iconic shield, "he was made to rally the people and the troops, so he should be in the middle. But you have a point with it being my tower and me being in charge; I'll go after Cap."

"So that leaves Natasha and Dr. Banner."

"Bruce needs to get the lowest floor we can get him," Tony mumbled as he expanded the bottommost level he took from the model. "He doesn't like heights and he might feel too crowded if he's in the middle of everyone else. Natasha can go after me and before Bruce." He tagged the respective floors with his Iron Man helmet, an hourglass, and a strand of DNA before presenting the designs to you. "What do you think?"

"They'll love it."

"Great, now let's get into interior design: I was thinking we could line Clint's room with newspaper, make his bed out of sticks, and stock the pantry with gummy worms and chocolate eggs."

"Tony."

"What?"

"Tony, no."

The face you made was adorable, so he couldn't help but lean over and peck you lightheartedly on the cheek. "I was just kidding."

Once he pulled away, you set your martini down and looked him dead in the eye as you asked, "Were you kidding just now with the kiss?"

He liked that you weren't a giggling mess after he kissed you; that showed strength. Strength usually meant tenacity as well. That was when Tony decided to give you a try because you had already caught his attention, so honestly, why not? "It depends; would you slap me if I said no?"

"I won't slap you."

"Then no, I wasn't kidding."

A grin played at your lips and you got up on your toes to give Tony a kiss of your own.

"So are we dating now?" he murmured against your mouth as his hand weaved into your hair. "Does that mean I'm allowed to take you out later to do something fun?"

"You can take me out once we're done with work," you answered just before he pulled you in for another kiss.