Eden returned home from a tiring day at the office to find her house empty. This wasn’t unusual. Angel usually had class until at least six on Fridays. Changing into sweats, she made her way into the kitchen and began rummaging in the junk drawer. She found the take-out menu for the local Mexican restaurant that she and Angel favored and ordered dinner for the two of them. At least one of the sisters really needed to learn how to cook, this take-out habit of theirs was becoming expensive. One of the downsides to growing up with maids, chauffeurs, and private chefs was that you left home utterly ignorant of the life skills needed to survive in the real world. Both sisters had required at least two tries to past their driver’s tests. At least they were both neat freaks, so they knew how to clean and did it often.
After her chore was completed, Eden retrieved her laptop out of her room and settled in on the living room couch to update a couple of her stories on Wattpad, her favorite writing website. She was surprised to find another private message from StarkIndustriesCEO, the same person from the day before.
*** Well. That was a rather short response. Why so unfriendly? ***
She had been perfectly polite! Annoyed, she sent a response.
*** I’m sorry if you felt like I was rude. What else did you expect me to say? How would you even know what Tony Stark’s perfect woman was like anyway? If you want me to be honest, all of my characters are just different variations of myself, and, trust me, Tony Stark would never go for me. ***
Rather forcefully, she hit the send button just as the front door opened. Angel was home.
Angel was holding a plastic take-out bag as she set her purse on the entryway table. “Ran into the delivery guy outside,” she turned and dangled the bag in Eden’s direction. “Either this is ours or…I just stole one of the neighbor’s dinner.”
Eden laughed. “It’s ours,” she said, getting up and taking the bag from Angel. She led her sister into the kitchen and was in the process of unpacking the take-out bag on the counter when she felt her cellphone vibrating in her back pocket. Taking it out, she found a notification from her Wattpad app. StarkIndustriesCEO had sent her another message. Rolling her eyes, she opened it.
*** I know what kind of woman Tony Stark prefers…because I AM Tony Stark, toots. ***
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
***
In New York City, alone in his room in Avengers Tower, Tony was staring at his tablet screen in shock. Had he really been stupid enough to send that message? What the hell was he thinking?!
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