"Good morning, Ms. Caroline," Jarvis said as I stretched and groaned, twisting my sheets and getting tangled.
"Good morning, Jarvis, do you mind giving me the temperature for today?" I ask as I stood up, stretching my legs.
"Of course," Jarvis said, as the windows become nontinted and reveal a bright, sun shining day. Of course, it was to early for that and I squinted my eyes as Jarvis said, "The high will be 83.4° Fahrenheit and the low will be 56.1° Fahrenheit. Sunny with minimal clouds and 10 miles per hour winds."
"The light, Jarvis! It burns!" I exclaim. Flopping back on the bed with my hand over my eyes.
"Ms. Caroline you are always so dramatic," Jarvis tells me, like I didn't already know.
"You know me so well," I compliment. "How much is 10 mile per hour winds? Like, enough to mess up my hair?"
I asked.
"I thought you were suppose to be smart," Jarvis answered back.
"Whoa, Jarvis you've really gained some sass. And I'm not a meteorologist Mr. I Know Everything," I try and sass back. "Where's my brother?" I asked as I got up once again, slipping on my favorite pink bunny slippers.
"On the top balcony," Jarvis informed me. I walked out of my large bedroom and headed toward the top balcony.
"Then why the hell did he wake me up at his ungodly hour?" I ask.
"He said, 'she has to stop sleeping because she can't be more beautiful than me.'"
"What he, the evil witch in Snow White?" I muttered to myself. "Tell him I'll be up in a little bit, and ask if he wants coffee or not."
"One moment, please," Jarvis said as I walked to the kitchen my slippers early flopping. After a small minute Jarvis came back, "He would love coffee."
"Alrighty," I told him. I started up the coffee maker and grabbed two mugs. One was a plastic Iron Man mug, Tony's favorite of course, and mine was all white except for black letters that read, 'Why are you so obsessed with me?'
As the coffee was 'a brewing, I grabbed a donut with colorful sprinkles from the white box next to the stainless steel fridge. I took a bite out of the delicious pastry and thanked the good Lord that he made these things with his own two hands. Once the coffee were in the cups, the coffee maker beeped and annoyed me. Like really annoyed me.
"Ughhhhhh," I groaned.
"Beeeeeeeeep" that cursed machine sounded.
"Ughhhhh!!"
"Beeeeeeeppp"
"BeUgheeghheeeehhppp,"
Okay so yeah maybe I did have an all out grunting war with the coffee maker but I won because I quickly ran to the lab and got a tool box. Five minutes later I made the coffee maker say with my voice, 'Your coffee is ready' and it would be polite. Once I was done fixing this rude coffee machine, I grabbed the coffee, my half eaten donut and headed to the balcony.
Okay so I'm not a morning person.
My brother leaned on the railing, looking over the New York skyline. He looked majestic and I expected vogue to come in and do a ambush photo shoot.
But he was also my brother and he looked dumb.
"Hey, dummy," I say, walking toward him and handing him his coffee.
"Hey, stupid," Tony replied. He went back to looking at New York. "What took you so long?"
"I had to teach that coffee maker some manners," I told him.
"Did you cost me another coffee maker?" He asked, massaging his forehead with his fingers.
"No! I just fixed it," I told Tony. He didn't look more relaxed.
"Sure," Tony replied. I could tell he was thinking. A dangerous past time, I know. 'Sure' was his only sarcasm in our conversation so far. Something's up.
"Watcha thinking about?" I asked and took another bite of my donut.
"I have been thinking about your offer," Tony replied.
"Really?" I replied excited. "Oh Tony please! I want to help so bad!"
"Yeah, I know. You tell me everyday," Tony says.
"Come on, I can whip up something in the lab, I've already got an idea," I tell him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you mean you're not going to use my suits?" Tony asks, his voice slightly raising.
"Well yeah, I mean I want to help you fight crime and stuff but I'm my own person," I argue.
"Look, Carl, I'm already on the fence about you kicking ass. I have no doubt that you won't but I don't want you to- you know," Tony tells me. Is he trying to be sentimental?
"You mean you don't want me to get hurt?" I finish, smiling stupidly, "You sure didn't think about that when you dropped a weight on my nose."
He laughed, "You are never going to let that go, are you?" He asked. "And I was twelve and to dumb to function."
This time I laughed. "Look, Tony baby, I have an amazing idea, you look over the blueprints and you can critique it, maybe enhance it," I tell him. He sighs and I put out my hand for him to shake. "So do we have a deal?"
Tony sighed again. "Fine. But I have to make sure you don't explode," Tony says and shakes my hand.
"Yes!" I exclaim, jumping up and almost spilling my coffee. "You won't regret it! And I'll probably save your life a couple of time."
"Yeah, yeah," Tony said, taking a bite out of my donut before I could avoid it.
"Hey!" I say, chuckling a bit. "Well then, I'm going to start in the lab and-"
"Wait, I have some other news," Tony says before I can walk away. "My co-workers are coming in."
"Really? I haven't seen Pepper in so long and I really need to tell her about this new dress th-" I started but Tony put his hand up, a universal sign of stop talking Carl you bore me.
"No, Pepper is still in D.C. I meant my other co-workers," Tony explains.
"OooOOooo! The big guys. You haven't actually introduced me to them," I remind him.
"There's a good reason for that," Tony says.
"Oh yeah? You know, there are a lot of guys on your team. The mighty Thor, Hawkeye. The Hulk? They are pretty talented," I say, wiggling my eyebrows rapidly.
"Carl, please no I'm going to lose my breakfast," Tony says.
"What about Captain America he is-"
"He is not going to lay a finger on you," Tony says.
"Whoa! Okay dad calm down. Geez you don't need to be so protective all of the time," I joke, poking his stomach. "When are they coming?" I ask and start to walk backwards into the tower again.
"Sooner then you think," Tony says, suddenly smiling evilly.
"And you don't have to worry about me dating the Captain America. I mean I'm sure he's got a girlfriend because he is super hot and-" I sat before I backed into a wall. Nope. Just kidding. I wish it were a wall.
I looked to see the barrier that stood before me and it was, of course, the person who I just called super hot. He stood there, a new shade of red on his face and a small smile.
"Oh hey, you're a- Fantastic Sam. Nope, Uncle Same," I awkwardly say, laughing. It was painful. "I mean- Captain America. G-good to meet your patriotic face. Um, okay, I'm going to the lab, before I embarrass myself any further." I put my hands up to salute Captain America and sadly do. After I take my hands behind my back so I don't do that again. "That was weird. Not doing that again. Bye," I say and full on sprint to the lab, not looking back. My brother is probably laughing his ass off.
That wasn't embarrassing.
