Narcissa glanced out the window, as their driver, Mr. Hogan half ranted, half lectured them.
“Alright look, you can't phone me a million times a week, and no texts. None nine, and whatever the other words for no are.”
She tuned out his lecture, as she gazed at the impressive cement building. “So this is the Avengers…” she whispered, the slight tinge of a French Canadian accent on her comment.
Narcissa flicked her eyes back to the driver, he's finally stopped his tirade, and was in fact looking in the rearview mirror at them,” Clear?” He flicked his eye back to the one-way road in front of them.
‘Perfectly,” it seemed this lecture had stemmed from another younger avenger he had been associated with. Perhapes she'd take a look at his memories later. The car slowed, she straightened her black suit jacket and brushed the similarly coloured jeans.
Her 14-year-old brother, Leonardo, shifted in the seat beside her. Peering through her window at the big glass windows covering a large part of the front of the building,” Ready Nar?” He turned the rings on his fingers. He often did that, others thought it was from nervousness, but more often he did it when he knew things were going to change. Things have changed a lot lately.
“As ready as one can be to be a part of the avengers.” She watched Mr hogan stepped out of the car and meet a rather arrogant-looking man. She raised a brow, the man the myth the legend, Tony stark.
Tony looked over his dark sunglasses at the backseat windows, then strode over and opened Narcissa’s door, she slid out.
“Miss Monet,” he nodded a greeting, shaking her ringed hand, then turned to Leonard and repeated the greeting.
Tony titled his head at Mr. Hogan who was digging their bags out of the trunk. “Happy got you bags, follow me.”
“Well, a hand would be nice?” Happy lugged a suitcase out.
“Not what I hired you for.'' Tony strode through the automatic glass doors, Narcissa's chunky boot steps echoing through the open space inside. The building seemed to loom over her