You drop your phone on the bed with a loud groan.

More goddamn headlines.

'Tony Stark and (insert name here): golddigging or true love?'

You genuinely love Tony. And you've got plenty of money on your own.

'The Avengers' Troublemaker: Stark's new murderous paramour.'

The articles about the two of you were everywhere.

You were a controversial topic in your own right, since you only escaped a death sentence after your identity was discovered because S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited you, and then you replaced The Black Widow after her death.

...Long story.

Add one of America's most influential figures to the mix, and... People are mad. Very mad.

"Remind me why we decided to go public again?"

You call to Tony, who's shaving in the room's connected bathroom.

"For the challenge!" he calls back through the open door, shaving cream covering his lower jaw.

"No, seriously,"

He continues, rinsing the razor before he starts shaving again.

"I think a lot of people were expecting me to end up with some pampered, perfectly primped woman in a pant-suit who can hardly make her own coffee."

He pokes his head out to smile at you.

"And then I started dating you, my little badass."