It's strange to be back at the Tower when so many years ago she'd spent hours standing outside it in a ridiculous costume, hoping to catch a glimpse at one of the world's superheroes. Now she is one of those heroes, someone who gets stopped for autographs and selfies, and meeting Iron Man wouldn't be anywhere near as nerve-wracking if it weren't for the unexpected possible personal connection between them.
Her steps falter slightly at the sound of his voice and she looks up with a deer in headlights look that she shrugs off after just a moment, straightening her spine and moving forward again with the confidence of an upper level SHIELD agent. She might not feel confident right now but, damnit, she'll fake it like a pro.
"I'm in the right place," she replies after stepping through the door that's been left unlocked for the workmen to use. "Agent Daisy Johnson. Thanks for meeting with me." She doesn't offer him a hand to shake because it doesn't seem like a Stark thing to do, based on the stories she's heard from Coulson. But she does try to keep her tone casual, her expression calm and neutral, not allowing either to betray just how ready she is to bolt right back out the door she'd come in.
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Her steps falter slightly at the sound of his voice and she looks up with a deer in headlights look that she shrugs off after just a moment, straightening her spine and moving forward again with the confidence of an upper level SHIELD agent. She might not feel confident right now but, damnit, she'll fake it like a pro.
"I'm in the right place," she replies after stepping through the door that's been left unlocked for the workmen to use. "Agent Daisy Johnson. Thanks for meeting with me." She doesn't offer him a hand to shake because it doesn't seem like a Stark thing to do, based on the stories she's heard from Coulson. But she does try to keep her tone casual, her expression calm and neutral, not allowing either to betray just how ready she is to bolt right back out the door she'd come in.