Dance in the dark (Narrative)
Annie wasn't entirely used to working in the R&D department for Tony Stark, she'd only just started getting ideas of things to build. She was gathering the bits she thought she would need, sure that there would end up being things she'd have to find later to add. That was okay, though. It was all about the learning process.
She was also learning about new music. Which she might have been doing more today than anything else. The radio was on and it piped in a stream of new things for her to learn about. A few of them repeated themselves, which was a little annoying. But there was one that she felt was made for her in a way.
And she danced to it every time it came around.
It wasn't until a few hours had gone by that she realized there were eyes here that weren't in her shop. Eyes that might tell Tony what she'd been doing all day. Annie stopped in mid step and looked around. Not that she'd be able to physically see the presence of one of those things with eyes that might share her private moments.
"Jarvis? Are you watching?"
There was no answer, but that didn't mean anything.