Lana entered William's apartment after he yelled a greeting, smiling as she made her way to the living room where he sat surrounded by small pieces and trinkets, a screwdriver in his hand and a computer in front of him, some sort of coding on it. The computer was connected to whatever he was working on with a wire, and Lana couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her nerdy friend.

"Sorry I'm late, I was with Fury," she told, stepping over some hardware on the floor and tossing the stack of papers she was carrying in her right arm. She pulled out a chair and sat down across from William, taking a sip from the to-go cup in her hand.

"Yeah? What did he want? And where's your bodyguard?" William asked, clearly distracted as he typed on the laptop, moving the screwdriver to hold it with his teeth. Lana picked at the lid of the coffee cup, looking down.

"Just some work stuff," she excused, not wanting to break her NDA; "I have a new kind of mission and he was just briefing me."

"Wait a mission?" William asked with furrowed eyebrows after spitting the screwdriver out, Lana having gained all his attention. "Aren't you a strategist?"

"Well, now I'm officially an agent," she told, smiling awkwardly.

"Wait, for real? What does that mean, exactly?" William questioned.

"Nothing important. The relevant part is that I get a raise, and I have plans for investments," she told excitedly, waving her hands at the big pile of papers she'd brought. Multicoloured post-its stuck out on practically every page, and it was only barely held together by the help of a very ambitious binder clip.

"Wait, seriously?" William asked as he broke into a smile.

"'Course. We just need a name before I register the business, and then you need to sign ten million things," she explained, handing him the big stack of papers.

"You really went all out, huh?" he asked as he felt the weight of the stack, laughing slightly.

"Well, go big or go home," she quoted, sipping from her cup while Will flipped through a few pages.

"And I already am home, so I have to go big. Smart," William commented, flipping with his thumb.

"You know me," Lana agreed teasingly; "So. Name?"

"William. Nice to meet you," William replied, smiling politely. Lana rolled her eyes, unable to hide her smile.

"Funny. I was thinking Mateo Security Systems," she informed him.

"Mateo?" William exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows; "But that's my name?"

"Wait, it is? What a funny coincidence!" Lana pointed out excitedly, smiling when William shot her an annoyed look.

"Lana, don't you want part of the name?" he asked.

"Will, this is your baby. I'm just doing some light paperwork," she reminded him, finishing her coffee and placing the cup on the table.

"This does not count as light," William disagreed.

"You don't have to read it. Like yeah, obviously always read the contracts, but it really is just standard stuff. You give your rights to your product to the company, you'll get fifty percent of final turnover, and by final I mean that a percentage is required to be reinvested in the company, every penny won't go to our salaries," she began listing.

"Bloody hell," William breathed out impressed before nodding his head; "But I'll get it signed, no problem."

"I've put post-its on the pages you need to sign. Also, I need your lease," she added.

"What? What for?"

"Well, I need to ensure we're allowed to run a business from here and I need to make sure you're allowed to sublet to the business. We need to make sure it's not just me paying your rent, but me paying for the office of our company," she rephrased it.

"I can't believe you're doing all this," William admitted in a mutter.

"I'm only doing what I want to. I believe in you, I believe in this product, and I believe in your ability to have it ready for launch in a week," Lana added, William smiling shyly before he dropped the positive attitude, realising what she'd said.

"Did you say one week?"

"I did," Lana confirmed.

"I'm sorry, you want me to develop an entire security system in one week?" William challenged her.

"Of course not," Lana assured quickly; "I want you to have the concept ready in a week so I can do some cold canvas early investments."

"A week? Lana, that's crazy!" he told her dramatically.

"Will, you might have the rights to this product, but everyone is fiddling with nanotech these days," Lana reminded him seriously; "You got a lot of people's attention with this, you don't think Stark Industries have a team working on making something just different enough to be legal?"

"But ours will be better," William insisted.

"And ours will be ahead in the market because we launch next week. You got this, Will," she added supportively.

"Lana, you know you're being crazy, right?" William checked.

"I know, but can we please do this my way? If we're aggressive we can be on top of the market before any competition even gets a proper chance," she asked.

"Fine. It's insane, but alright. I'll see what I can do," William agreed with a sigh.

"Thank you. That gives you this week to have the concept ready and me a week to get everything sorted before it all begins," Lana said, relieved he'd agreed to her timeline.

"Alright. I need to get to work then," he realised with a slight laugh.

"I should head back anyway. Message me when you've looked at the papers, yeah? I'll get us registered and open a bank account, hopefully, we can buy materials tomorrow," she told, standing up and pushing the chair back in.

"Oh god, there's so much stuff we need!" William suddenly remembered with a groan.

"I know. Make some lists according to products, I'll see if I can get us some good prices and pick them up and bring them here," Lana decided, making a mental note.

"This is insane," William said, taking a deep breath.

"Not too late to back out," Lana reminded him honestly.

"Not a chance," he replied, grinning.

"Good," Lana claimed, smiling, too. By the way, Tony's throwing a party."

"Okay?" William said, clearly showing that it was more of a question than a statement.

"You're invited," Lana added.

"Really?" William asked surprised.

"No, but you can still come," Lana told, smiling carelessly. William laughed, leaning back in his chair.

"Thanks, but I'm going to be pretty busy, apparently," he replied jokingly, gesturing at the papers in front of him.

"Hey James," Lana greeted, smiling unnaturally sweet as she walked into their bedroom. Bucky looked at her with his eyes narrowed slightly before putting the book he'd been reading down in his lap.

"I thought you were mad at me," he told.

"I'm always angry at you, that's a permanent thing. You know this, it's our friendship 101," Lana claimed, making Bucky roll his eyes.

"What do you want, Doll?" he asked, bookmarking the book and placing it on the small table next to the couch.

"I need a favour," she informed flatly.

"No," Bucky replied quickly.

"Yes, I do," Lana corrected.

"I mean no, I'm not doing it," Bucky elaborated annoyed, standing up.

"You don't even know what it is!" Lana complained with a pout.

"I'm gonna stick with no," Bucky decided.

"I just need you to help pick up some stuff!" Lana told quickly.

"Still no."

"James!" she said, sending him desperate puppy eyes before rolling her eyes.

"Fine. What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms above her chest.

"I want you to come to your dad's party Friday," Bucky replied immediately.

"What? Why would you possibly want that?" Lana asked confused.

"Because I have to go, and I don't want to," Bucky explained with a shrug.

"Neither do I, and I don't have to go," Lana pointed out, referencing Steve's order to the Avengers; not her.

"Exactly. Miserable together, Doll," he agreed.

"You'd rather we both suffer than just suck it up?" she challenged in disbelief.

"You'd rather I suffer in silence than support me?" Bucky retorted.

"Fine, I'll go to the stupid party, will you come help me now?" she complained annoyed.