1- Carol Danvers
6- Tony Stark
11- Noir
5-meet/cute
“Detective Danvers. We got a call to attend to this address?”
Tony looked at Danvers, tilting his head. “Wrong number?”
“Is this the Stark Residence?”
Tony nodded. “It is.” Tony narrowed his eyes. “You aren’t a stripper, are you?”
Danvers shook her head. “Not a stripper. May I come in?”
Tony stepped aside, allowing Danvers to enter. Once he closed the door behind her, she turned to him with a frown.
“I apologise. I know you don’t know me, but I know a friend of yours- James Rhodes.”
“Rhodey? Yeah, what brings you here? Is he alright?”
“He is,” Danvers nodded, before she sighed. “I’ve heard rumours. Someone’s coming to get you.”
“Someone is always trying to get me, Detective Danvers.”
“Carol,” Carol said, reaching out to hold Tony’s shoulder. “And not like this they haven’t, Stark.”
“Tony,” Carol smiled. “Please, let me help you.”
“What do you need me to do?”
Carol’s smile widened. “You may regret asking me that question.”