There was only silence. An awkward silence that seemed to coat every inch of the room.
She was used to be silent but it was rather peculiar that the other two were speechless as well. From what she knew of them, silence was not their natural state of being.
Still, the only sound was two people breathing normally and one hyperventilating.
She turned to the freaked out teenager and started a conversation purely in sign, "You run the shop and I'll go through his items in the back room."
"That's Tony fucking Stark," Lemml signed back, his eyes still huge.
She rolled her eyes, "And? He's donating things, be grateful."
Tony Stark cleared his throat, "Some people say it's rude to talk behind somebody's back, ya know."
"Sorry sir, we weren't doing that. She was just explaining to me what position I needed to fill," Lemml spoke up at that point, still not breathing correctly but oh well.
He smirked, "I think you're lying but whatever. Keep your secrets."
Before Lemml could make more of a fool of himself, she stepped in.
Niressa gestured to Tony Stark to follow and headed into the back rooms, grabbing one of the trash bags that probably was worth more than her apartment.
He followed her into the cluttered back room, raising an eyebrow, "Cozy."
She rolled her eyes and pulled out a pad of paper, writing on it, "Shall we begin?"
"Isn't there an easier way to communicate?" He asked, glancing at her thoughtfully for a moment, "Give me your phone."
She raised an eyebrow but then shrugged. He would be buying her a new one if he broke it, she knew he could do that so she didn't feel too bad. All of her pictures were backed up onto her computer so she really had nothing to lose.
After a moment of fiddling with it, and making remarks about her lockscreen, he tossed it back to her, "All better. You can text me. It'll be easier than me trying to decipher that handwriting."
"My handwriting is perfectly fine," she texted him.
It was rather surprising when she heard a feminine voice read her text outloud.
She must've looked rather startled, because he laughed.
"Set it up so it'd read it outloud instead of me having to waste my valuable time by reading," Tony explained.
She nodded, her thumbs rapidly moving across the phone, "Makes sense."
This system was definitely more efficient. She would've wondered how she had never thought about that before, but he was obviously more technologically advanced than her so there was really no room to wonder.
"So what exactly are we doing back here?" He raised an eyebrow, looking around the room.
She grabbed them both chairs and set them up, "Going through your donation to make sure you want to donate everything and also make sure that there's nothing suspicious in there."
"Is this standard procedure?" He sat down, leaning forward as if he was interested as he did so.
She shook her head, "Nothing about this is standard, let's be honest. Typically, I do this part alone but you wanted to talk to me and honestly I'm tired of being chased down. Might as well do my job and figure out why you're stalking me."
"Oh? So you're aware of my attempts and have been trying to avoid me? I see how it is," he smirked.
She rolled her eyes, "What else was I supposed to do when a stranger pursues me?"
"Stop running, if you're okay with that," Tony remarked.
Niressa looked down, "If you catch me, I'm not sure you'll like what you find."
"Believe me Ariel, I have no room to judge anyone. I think I'll like you just fine, if you'll let me catch you."
She glanced up, a hint of a smile on her face, "I appreciate the nickname, but my name is Niressa."
"Cute name for a cute girl," he winked.
It was weird. Anyone else saying that might seem desperate or cringy, but he actually remained cool while saying such things. It was almost impressive.
She still rolled her eyes, "You got a name yourself?"
"Tony Stark. Though you can call me anything you want," he smirked.
She shook her head, this would be an adventure to say the least. But one she might be willing to take.
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Irenic |Tony StarkFanfiction
There was something to be said about a mystery. It hooked everyone in, leaving them with a desire to know more. It provided people with an inevitable urge to solve the mystery, figure it out. Niressa Arias was such a mystery. A silent woman who had...