“…Your new UN reps,” Secretary Ross says, looking incredibly unhappy. “Miss Kaelyn Rose and Miss Jenna Weiss.”
Jenna smiles politely at the assembled group of heroes. They look wary. Not at all like they’re okay with the UN breathing down their nose, but they have no choice. If they want any amount of autonomy from the UN, they have to play ball a little.
Meaning letting two of the UN’s brightest advise on missions.
“Very nice to meet both of you,” Tony Stark says, shaking their hands, each in turn. “Good to have you on board. Why don’t we start with a tour of the compound, and then we can talk business. And lunch. I’ve had it catered. I took the liberty of looking up your allergies, so I know that Miss Rose can’t do mushrooms, and Miss Weiss can’t handle pineapple.”
Jenna smiles politely again, and nods. “Thank you.” A quick glance at Kaelyn, who is watching Stark with a thin, red eyebrow lifted high up, and she knows exactly what her best friend is thinking.
They do, and Jenna steers closer to Kaelyn. “Stop that.”
“I’m just saying. Stark talks too much. I should have brought the ball gag,” Kaelyn whispers. “I’ve heard stories, he’d probably like it.”
“We’re working,” Jenna reminds her.
Kaelyn smirks. “Work hard, play hard. Stop acting like you’re not wondering how soft Captain America’s bed sheets are.”
Jenna huffs, but doesn’t respond, because Kaelyn is absolutely right.
