New AU muse. Including 616, Cinematic or Ultimate versions, willing to go with any.

[hawkeyedgirl]

Great. Merry Christmas.

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[ferreum]

[ She grins, all sharp and all teeth. ]

My answer really depends on how old you are.

[hawkeyedgirl]

Old enough.

[ Underage, as it happens. Not that she's particularly interested in telling anyone that. ]

[ferreum]

[ The red of her lips — hot rod red, matching her nails and the sole of her heels — curves a little wider. ]

I think you're full of shit, kid.

[hawkeyedgirl]

Depends on what I'm old enough for.

[ Killing someone? Yes. Living off of a crowd's acclaim? Yes.

She leans her elbows on her knees. ]

Do I get rich, later?

[ferreum]

[ She considers it, nails drumming on the light in her chest. Plink plink plink. That kind of split focus she's so reknown for. ]

You been turning tricks?

[hawkeyedgirl]

No.

[ Out of both aesthetic and practical reasons. She doesn't want to give up any more power than she already has, and she thinks some pimp would try. And then she'd fight back, and she'd kill him, likely as not.

She might die this way, from lack of anything, but she'd die as herself. ]

Not that it's your business.

[ferreum]

[ Tony shrugs, as if she's saying yeah, it's not my buisness, agreeing but seeing no reason why she should be apologizing for it.

Least the kid's smart. ]

Using?

[hawkeyedgirl]

[ She hesitates a split-second, and immediately knows it's a mistake. ]

No.

[ She's a better liar than that, really. Most days. Some days. ]

[ferreum]

No. [ Her mouth repeats the shape of the word, amusement on the tip of her tongue. ]

I'm not giving you money if you're gonna spend it on coke.

[hawkeyedgirl]

When people buy your stuff, they don't tell you not to spend it on booze. [ Sharp with a retort, there, but she's aware that the stuff she reads in tabloids through windows maybe isn't the most accurate. ]

And I didn't ask for any, anyway.

[ferreum]

[ Her laugh is sharp and dry at once, more a bark than anything really entertained. ] They don't tell me not to spend it on hookers either. [ Even the worst lies have a kernel of truth in them. Even tabloids. ]

You don't have to ask. You wanna work for me instead?

[hawkeyedgirl]

[ Whatever she expected, this was not it. ]

Doing what?

[ All she's good at is wearing sparkly purple costumes. No GED, no education, no prospects. ]

[ferreum]

Assist. [ Then, to clarify: ] Run packages. Deliver paperwork. Anything electronic is my end, but hard-copy— too many assholes at my company to figure out who to trust. It's easier to get a kid to do it.

[hawkeyedgirl]

A kid who's too desperate to say no?

[ But she stills the rest of her objections, because that's not how a job interview really goes. It's about her convincing someone else, not them convincing her. She won't throw away an opportunity.

But she won't depend on it either. ]

A GED. I want a GED. That's all. [ So that when she's ditched, she'll have an option of what to do next. ]

[ferreum]

Kid who can't be bought, [ she corrects with a hitch of her shoulder. ] You'll get pay and a place to stay. Your GED too, if that's what you're insisting on. You need anything else and I'll give it to you. Sell me out—

[ She shrugs again. ]

[hawkeyedgirl]

I don't need any more enemies.

[ She's good, thanks. If loyalty is what it takes -- well, loyalty comes easy to her. Being alone doesn't. ]

[ferreum]

Neither do I.

[ She extends a hand.

Shake on it? ]

[hawkeyedgirl]

[ Tempted to spit on her hand, just to see if Stark makes a face, but she doesn't. Just shakes. ]

[ferreum]

[ Look at that. Who says Tony Stark doesn't know how to be civil? ]

You even have a number?