That was interesting. She didn't look much like a UN delegate or Secretary of Anything. In fact, Tony could swear he recognized 'Linda'; that deadly combination of perfect skin and a perfect ass and that little flirtatious wink couldn't have belonged to too many people-- and even less, considering she also had to be the type of person to tolerate Fury's idiosyncrasies. Tony couldn't place her on S.H.I.E.L.D. staff, though he did like picturing her in that tight uniform. No, this wasn't agency related, this was personal, and God, how embarrassing would it be if Tony had already slept with her? As much as he didn't want to believe in that coincidence, he had to admit the odds were pretty good.
Wait. It wasn't just that. "Linda?" he echoed, laughter and disbelief in his voice. He did know her, but Tony knew her as Carmelita. When was that, about a year ago? A bachelor party, an afterparty, a Tuesday, he couldn't place it exactly. But he could place those sugary pink lips and hair down to her waist, drinks pouring and a dance floor and a lot of her sort of goods to choose from. Tony might not be so good at spotting hookers, but he could spot that one.
Was that leverage? Was that just hilarious? Whatever it was, Tony didn't have to say any more on the subject for Fury to know he knew, so he just dropped to the couch heavily with his fist pressed to his lips, trying to get his laughter under control. What Elektra was saying didn't help, and he was quickly doubled over and giggling quite helplessly. If she killed him for that, he could deal with it. It wasn't such a bad way to go.