Unexpected tension between Cassandra White and Natalie Rushman.
"Cousin?" The redhead glared at the two of them, endless thoughts going in her mind.
"Yes, her family has problems and she came to me seeking assistance which I am more than willing to give her but, anyway, is our flight to Monaco ready, I can't wait to see the race~" He couldn't wait to change the topic.
Even then Natalie's glare remained straight on the blonde woman who was now clad in a wearing a closed jumper.
"It is ready, but as I said we need to give a conference regarding the vi- massaging hardware... it is in the stark tower." Natalie said, standing up, she'd figure everything out later.
"No problem... we will be out for a while, Cassandra." Tony said, standing up as well only to feel how the blonde took his wrist softly.
"Can't I go with you?" The blonde begged cutely.
'I don't want you to be alone with her...' She wanted to say that, but... it would be inappropriate, once again she glared at Natalie.
"Cassandra..."
"She can, right?" It was also perfect for 'Natalie' to have Cassandra come with them.
"But Cassandra doesn't have clothes, Natalie... not decent ones."
"Then isn't this the best moment to go shopping and get us some clothes?"
"You mean to get her." He deadpanned.
"No, us..."
"... am I being extorted for no reason?"
"Other than making me research about vibrators to prepare your discourse, yes, you owe me this, boss."
"It was Jarvis, not me."
"Here we go, blaming the AI again." The redhead rolled her eyes. The same story over and over.
[Thank you for understanding me, Mrs Rushman]
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The three boarded Tony's Audi R8 which thankfully, didn't suffer any damage during the crash aside from some dust falling on it.
During the entire journey Cassandra and Natalie glared at one another through the visor, as an expert wingman, Tony knew not to mess around in a female argument, especially since he doesn't they were the hell they're fighting.
"We're going by Gucci then~"
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If there was anything Natalie Rushman possessed- or better said, her true identity, the black widow- possessed... it was confidence.
Confidence in her skills, confidence in her capacity to survive any situation, and ultimately, confidence in her beauty that would allow her to manipulate any man.
But that Confidence was being threatened right now.
Because a blonde with a beauty that could only be called surreal was standing in front with a smile, expecting Tony's comment as she leaned her body a bit, producing a fantastic contour.
"You look splendid, Cassandra." He said, almost breathless.
"Thank you Tony, you too~" She complimented back, something that produced a small awkward silence since he was technically wearing the same.
"I'm wearing the same though."
"You look good with everything." She remarked as is he was the star in the room and not her. As humble as she was beautiful.
"..." The redhead's eyes moved between the two 'Are cousins supposed to be flirting like that, moreover... is she really his cousin? I don't have data about any White Family... getting Hill to research them will be for the best, Fury will be interested.'
Back to the main topic, Cassandra's beauty was devastating to the point she didn't believe... even if she wasn't Tony Stark's cousin, she must be famous somehow.
A famous model, or actress or something... this beauty can't be natural.
Perfect face, perfect body, perfect everything.
For the first time, the black widow felt envious of another woman.
As for herself, Cassandra was merely wearing an ocean blue jacket, white shirt and white trousers with heels, her hair let loose in a ponytail.
Her eyes focused on Tony as if expecting his reaction, and when she saw him smile, she knew he was content and therefore, she was taking this set.
"I am taking this one then, Tony."
"Good, go and pick twenty more." He waved his hand, hopingeveryst every single one of them in front of him, the conference be damned.
"E-Eh? T-Twenty?" She stuttered, isn't that too much!?
"Of course, but be sure to pick for every occasion, I don't know if I will have the time to take you out like this later, Cassandra." The man sat, wearing his suit with his legs crossed whilst in the Gucci shop.
"I understand." She said dejectedly, she hoped he'd take her out like this more often, it was fun and she got to know so many beautiful places, but she didn't want to impose, Tony was already doing a lot for her.
Without thinking too much she picked up some sets, not with the same enthusiasm as before, it was then when she saw something rather interesting.
It was underwear, but a different sort of underwear, red... with a belt. Moreover, it was slightly translucent, everything would be seen...
With a heavy blush she didn't know why but she felt like taking it, he said for every occasion after all, and surely 'that' would count as an occasion.