Someone needs to Genius Interruptus her.

[geniusnotclever]

-Another nightmare had plagued Natasha Stark so she's down in her workshop working and welding away at different things. Sparks are flying and she's working on minor improvements to her suit.-

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[tasergoddess]

[Yikes. That? Not cool. All she had to do was make sure Natasha Stark slept for five hours a night. This? Not five hours. Maybe two. Possibly two. Actually, she was pretty sure Natasha didn't sleep more than thirty minutes.

Whatever. She was all on top of this.

Darcy tiptoes down to the lab and keys in the code Pepper gave her, holding a nice mug of chamomile tea and enough Unisom to take down the Hulk.]

[geniusnotclever]

-Nope, not even two hours this time. More like 15 minutes. Maybe. She smells the tea before she's even aware of Darcy's presence-

Look, if you're gonna be Pepper's junior helper, you are gonna need to get used to my not being around all the time upstairs so go facebook yourself or something.

[tasergoddess]

One. I am Coulson's helper. And two, dude, you know exactly how Facebook works, so don't even try. Three. Drink this. Lewis family recipe. Guaranteed to make you sleep like a baby.

[geniusnotclever]

Don't need sleep. Gotta work on the suit. Try again, half pint. What do you want? I'm busy.

[tasergoddess]

I want you to sleep so Pepper will buy me kickass shoes, and I can walk around SHIELD a good four inches taller and maybe gouge a nice heel sized hole in Adams' ass.

I have my goals.

You have nice chamomile tea. Which you will drink. Or I will convince JARVIS to sync up my IPod and you'll be unable to listen to anything but Indie Rock until you go to bed.

[geniusnotclever]

-Indie rock? Hell no. Not on her watch. She glares at her-

Jimmy Choos. Go to bed. They'll be appearing in your apartment.

[tasergoddess]

Have you ever disappointed Pepper, Stark? You know how her eyelid twitches and her lips get thin? Your shoes cannot convince me to leave.

[geniusnotclever]

Whatever's bribing you, I'll double it.

-she goes back to her work-

[tasergoddess]

JARVIS, my man? Playlist Seven, please?

[geniusnotclever]

Do that and I will program you to speak in nothing but limericks.

-Sorry, Darcy. But JARVIS answers to one person and one person only-

[tasergoddess]

[Yeah. Whoever has Tasha's safety in mind. The playlist, naturally, starts. Hey. It's so not her fault JARVIS is his own computer mind.]

We can do this the easy or hard way.

[geniusnotclever]

Traitor!

-still, she ignores Darcy and the Lewis Drink-

[tasergoddess]

How many times can you hear Barbie Girl before breaking? We can consider it a science experiment.

Or. You can end your pain now. Drink this and curl up on your sofa over there. I'll even tuck you in.

[geniusnotclever]

Why did Pepper send you to torture me?

[tasergoddess]

Because she gave up three hours ago. Now move your rich, attractive butt to that sofa, ma'am and I'll be out of your hair in no time.

[nstark]

-she snorts a little-

Hardly sounds like Pepper to give up.

-Though it does give a sort of jolt as to how bad it's gotten-

Gimme the remedy. I can keep working.