Coffee, Tea, or Me? (Tony)
Note: Takes place before Joker nabs her
Enigma stalked through the halls, rage burning though her. She had asked Jarvis to keep her approach silent, but she wondered if the AI truly would, considering how pissed off she was getting with each step.
She stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a pot of coffee that was happily steaming from the maker, approaching Tony with it, and moving around him, kicking out with a heeled foot before leaning in, her foot dangerously close to squashing something very important to Tony. “Good morning, Mr. Stark, I have your coffee.”
“Now, we can drink it like a civilized humans, or I can pour it on your crotch in revenge for you calling me a slut,” she hissed the word through her teeth, engagement ring flashing as she raised the pot, hand tilting. “Though, you did call me sexy so you get points for that, and get to keep your balls....for now.”
She waited for his answer, the pot tilting more and more to hot coffee being poured over him, an eyebrow raised in question.