Stark Industries - Thursday

[the_best_sister]

Of all the things Yelena expected when she took a job at Stark Industries, dealing with a "security" issue at the gremlin-run Starbucks wasn't one of them.

The gremlins had tried to "upgrade" the espresso machine to run faster and produce more coffee. While they succeeded, the machine had turned into an espresso cannon, spraying the lobby like a firehose and pinning the gremlins against the wall.

Unfazed, Yelena stood there, debating whether to let them suffer their own genius or step in. With a heavy sigh, she walked over and unplugged the machine.

"Congratulations. You’ve invented the first espresso fire hose. Want to tell me why my boots are covered in coffee?"

The gremlins looked up at her with wide eyes, still dripping with espresso. One of them sheepishly offered her a cup filled to the brim with coffee, half of which spilled before it even reached her. Yelena just sighed and snatched the cup of their hand.

"Clean that up," she ordered, gesturing at the small lake of espresso in the lobby before heading off to add milk and pumpkin spice syrup to her free latte.

Comments

[theworst_verine]

Was Logan being social? Eh, debatable. But he was stopping into the weirdly tall for the island building to see where Yelena worked.

He did not care. You know, for the record. The official record. But there he was nonetheless.

[the_best_sister]

To see Logan show up at work was surprising to say the least. "Logan. So good to see you. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Yes. She was gesturing to the floor.

[theworst_verine]

Look, he was just investigating.

"I think I'm good," he replied dryly.

[the_best_sister]

"So what brings you by? Need to talk to Stark? Steve? That perky intern who rambles on endlessly about Captain Marvel?" Yelena asked, genuinely curious as to Logan's visit.

[theworst_verine]

"Who?" Look, he was from the Fox properties... mostly. Ask him about poor, sweet baby boy Johnny Storm instead.

[the_best_sister]

"Never mind," Yelena said with an amused eyeroll. "What can I do for you Logan? I'm afraid I have no whiskey with me so there's no rewards for telling me to eff off."

[theworst_verine]

"I think I'll manage without," he said, looking around the place. "This where you work?"

It was very... Apple Store looking.

[the_best_sister]

Don't say anything about the Apple Store aesthetic out loud, Logan. It'll make Tony think he needs to redecorate.

"Yes, doing security," Yelena replied. "And apparently babysitting green baristas."

[theworst_verine]

Look, sometimes you needed to completely re-do the place! And add more lasers too.

"Security? At an electronics store?" Logan asked. "Guess it beats a book store."

[the_best_sister]

"I wouldn't say that," Yelena said with a laugh. "Besides this isn't an electronics store. Stark Industries is more like a shiny, high-tech playground where everything is straight out of a sci-fi movie. I take it you've never heard of Tony Stark or Iron Man?"

[theworst_verine]

"What is he? Made of metal?" That schtick was taken, Tony! That was Colossus!

[the_best_sister]

Or Silver Surfer! Don't forget the other Fox properties!

"More like a guy in fancy high-tech armor that can fly and blow up things," Yelena clarified. "And also a billionaire playboy philanthropist. Well... less of a playboy. He's married."

[theworst_verine]

"Seriously?" Logan asked, frowning. Because that kinda armor sounded almost like personal sized Sentinels. "Rich people hobbies."

But he was a touch on edge about it. Because, well, Sentinels.

[the_best_sister]

"Well... his hobbies have done a lot of good," Yelena said, carefully.

Hey, he did save the universe!

[theworst_verine]

Logan just looked down at all that coffee on the floor.

"Uh huh."

He'd gladly never interact with the guy. Weirdly.

[the_best_sister]

"This is not him," Kamala reminded him. "You should take some time and get to know him. He throws a lot of nice parties."

Why do you have to be so anti-social, Logan? Tony would love to meet you!

[theworst_verine]

Tony so would. But Logan was just the worst about it. Just The Worst.

"Oh, and are you going to be part of these parties since you work here?"

[the_best_sister]

"My night life has been going to bars with zombies and gods of thunder," Yelena pointed out. "Or staying at home and walking Fanny every night. Going to a fancy party sounds like fun. And if someone crashes the party I get to legally beat them up."

Double win!

[theworst_verine]

"Now that I'd enjoy seeing." Because he'd be on the side, not helping unless necessary. Or they spilled something on him. Or they annoyed him.

[the_best_sister]

Or they just breathed wrong. Or kept breaking the fourth wall.

"What? You think I can't handle a drunk gate crasher?" Yelena teased.

[theworst_verine]

Look, if it was Wade, he'd have dragged Logan along so he deserved it.

"Never said that. More it'd be funny to watch them get beat up by a five foot nothing girl."

Who didn't appear to have any super powers or anything!

[the_best_sister]

No powers! Just gadgets, guns and strong desire never to end up in a ridiculous pose after a fight.

"Well when the next party rolls around I'll try to make it entertaining for you then," Yelena promised. "And bring you whiskey, of course."

Or rubbing alcohol. Whatever is available.

[theworst_verine]

"I never said I was going."

Oh, he was going. He could never escape this.

[the_best_sister]

"The booze is free."

As Stan would say 'Nuff Said!

[theworst_verine]

"...open bar?" Tony, didn't you know how much that would cost with this place? Did you not care?

Spoiler: he did not care.

"Maybe."