"Listen, dude, I just wanna deliver these pizzas," I tried again with a loud sigh.

"I understand, but I cannot let you in to see mr Stark," the receptionist repeated himself, looking just as frustrated as I felt.

"Well, then can't I just leave it with you and you can bring it to him?" I suggested hopefully, looking at my wrist watch. I was already late with the next delivery, but I had to get these pizzas off my hands first.

"I can't receive a box not accounted for," he repeated, making me roll my eyes in annoyance and shift the weight to my other foot.

"Brian, have you heard from the pizza place? Oooh, my pizza!" A voice shouted excitedly. I turned around to see a small man with a goatee. Tony Stark.

"Oooh, someone who wants the pizzas!" I replied equally excited before I showed my usual irritated face and handed him the pizzas; "and that'll be 48 dollars."

"I don't like being handed things," he stated, holding a dismissive hand up.

"How do you feel about having things thrown at you?"

I sent him a cold smile.

"I like you," he stated with a small grin.

"That's because I bring you pizza. Can I just have my money?" I asked frustrated.

"Don't have any cash."

"Aren't you Tony Stark?" I questioned suspiciously.

"Aren't you a little sassy for someone I'm about to give money to?" He shot back.

"I thought you didn't have any cash," I replied quickly, making him laugh loudly.

"Come on," he decided, waving me with him as he started walking away.

"Dude, I'm on the clock!" I complained, not going after him.

"If you don't come we can't pay for the pizzas," he tried arguing as he stepped into an elevator, patiently waiting for me.

"Then I get to eat the pizzas in the car," I shrugged.

"I'll give you a really big tip," he tried.

"This tip better be huge," I mumbled as I stepped into the elevator at the last minute before the doors closed.

A quiet jazz song started playing in the background as we waited awkwardly.

"Do you really get to eat the pizzas?" He asked curiously, interrupting the silence.

"You have no idea how much I love prank calls. Especially when they order cheese pizza," I added with a small smile. He looked at me.

"They're my favourite," I explained, making Tony Stark smile as well.

"I like your style."

"Thanks. I call it 'pizza delivery girl uniform on a goddess'," I replied, stretching out the red shirt for him to see.

"I meant food wise... not that it doesn't apply to your looks," he added, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Yep, I'm beautiful," I agreed as the elevator doors opened.

"Tony! Did you get the pizzas, I am starving!" A voice complained before a guy appeared by dropping down from the vents; "oof, you are my hero."

"I think your hero should be the person actually bringing you the pizzas, but sure, give him credit," I joked, handing him the boxes; "that'll be 48 dollars."

"Oh, uh, Nat will pay!" He decided, grabbing the boxes and looking hungrily at them.

"Great! Should I just give up on getting my money?" I asked mr Stark, who was still next to me.

"Probably," he admitted with a shrug.

"Barton! We're still training!" A female voice reminded him.

"Shit, I gotta hide!" The guy, Barton, realised, quickly handing me back the pizzas, taking a slice out and running off.

"Is that pizza?" Another voice asked behind the door 'Barton' had ran through before.

A red headed woman walked our way.

"Any of you seen Barton?" She asked us, resting a hand on her hip. Total power stand.

"He went tha-""I'll tell you for 48 dollars," I interrupted mr Stark, holding my hand out.

"He went that way," mr Stark repeated himself, pointing the way mr Barton had left through.

"Dude!" I complained as she left through the same door

"I saved your life. That there is the black widow," he explained, pointing after the woman.

"She could not kill me if she dared try," I informed; "and I don't really think you're supposed to be telling me that."

"I'm gonna go get some soda," mr Stark decided, ignoring my comments.

"What about my money?!" I complained with a tired gesture of my hands.

"Oh, uhm, try Bruce, in there," he suggested, pointing down the hallway. I rolled my eyes, but none the less allowed my feet to bring me down the broad hallway and into a room where an arrow immediately flew towards my head.

A bunch of warning yells sounded before I caught it midair, silencing them all. I looked at the people. A tall, blond, blue eyed man in a dark blue dress shirt. A slightly smaller man with brown curly hair and the guy who'd taken them some of the pizza, and who was holding a bow against his chest.

"You don't have company over very often, do you?" I asked jokingly, tossing the arrow on the floor.

"That was impressive," a voice stated behind me. Tony Stark's voice.

"Impressive enough to get me my money?" I questioned without turning around.

"What money?" The arrow guy questioned.

"For the pizzas! And I am not talking to you, you tried to shoot me with an arrow!" I added in a lout complaint.

"I didn't mean to!" He cried out, continuing when the red headed woman entered the room; "I was trying to hit her!"

"Then you're a horrible aim," I decided.

"I... he... that... that's Hawkeye. The best archer in the world," Tony mentioned.

"Second best," I corrected.

"Oh, and who's the best?" The blonde guy asked in an amused voice. I leaned my head slightly to the side.

"Me. Now, what do I have to get my money?" I repeated.

"Prove your statement," Arrow decided, handing me the bow. I rolled my eyes, but quickly received it.

"Okay. You get your 48 dollars if you can hit the apple once," Tony decided, holding up an apple. He slowly tossed it through the air, looking at me to see my reaction.

The apple landed on the floor with a soft bump.

"You... you didn't even try," Slightly curly hair guy commented.

"An arrow might help," I replied dryly.

"Oh, right!" Arrow replied, taking his quiver off and looking at it.

"You have five tries," he mentioned, handing it to me. I hid my confident smile as I threw it over my shoulder, pulled a single one up, and lifted to bow.

"Are you gonna throw the damn apple?" I asked frustrated.

"Oh! Right." Tony picked up the apple from the floor, and tossed it again.

I placed the arrow against the string before letting it flow through the air - quickly followed by the four I had left.

Once the apple hit the ground, five arrows were sticking out of it.

"Now, I believe you owe me 240 dollars before I get going. Oh, and there was mentioned a 'huge' tip, too."

"I don't know how you did that," Tony stark admitted as he counted a bunch of cash, handing me a small stack.

"Years of practise, mr Stark," I told, quickly counting the money in my head. There was over a thousand dollars.

"That's quite a tip," I commented with both eyebrows raised.

"As we agreed. And please, it's Tony."

"Doesn't make any difference," I stated.

"Why is that?"

"Because trust me, I am never delivering here again," I said with a snicker.