Twenty five year old Haleigh Barton is sitting in her bedroom of her parent's place studying, she not only works for SHIELD but is also taking some more classes at University the girl really doesn't get out much and her friends are dying to take her out. Her cell phone viberates loudly indicating that she has a text, "come out to this new bar with us, it will be fun.. it reads. Haleigh sighs as she finishes reading the short text. After a long thought processes she agrees to go out, she really does deserve a break after all her hard work.

Haleigh has a quick shower and gets ready to make herself look presentable, she opens up her closet and takes out a short black sleeve less dress, puts it on, does her makeup and grabs a short leather jacket to go over top. Haleigh takes one last look in the mirror before heading down the stairs, "bye mom bye dad, going out for a bit." She calls out to them, but before she leaves they walk up to her giving her the usual speech, watch your drink, if anyone makes you feel uncomfortable don't be afraid to knock them down, you know the usual parent talk. Haleigh groans, "yes..Yes, I'll remember that, bye guys, love you." She smiled kissing them both before getting into a cab that her friend was in.

The yellow cab had one more stop to make to pick up Haleigh's other girl friend before making it's way to their destination, the newly opened bar named: The Blue Light. The girls wandered in, the place was classy but with a club feel to it. "Isn't this place great?" Haleigh's friend Jenna commented, "and look at you, dang girl you look hot. Maybe you can get a guy's number," Jenna grinned, she was always teasing Haleigh that she needed a man in her life. Haleigh rolled her eyes and walked with them to the bar and ordered a Blue Hawaiian before walking to a booth and sitting down.

There is a few great things about being a Stark child. One; dashing good looks. Two; advanced intelligence. Three, a drive to learn. And four; the amount of money one can make just from doing what they love. One of things the only child of Tony Stark loved was waking up in his own house. His father gave him a beach house in exchange for helping him work on one of his iron man suites. Nothing was better than not living at home. Though he did miss his parents from time to time, the twenty five year old took the time and lack of parental control as a grace period was grand until he had to return to S.H.I.E.L.D. for more training and work.

The brunette rose from the bed stretching his muscular arms over his head in a yawn. “What time is it…” He muttered as a computerized voice came over a soft speaker phone. “It is 4:30pm, little Mister Stark.” His father had added in as a joke into JARVIS’ programing that he would refer to his son as little Mister Stark instead of Mister Stark. Though the payback was fun for young Tony when he rewrote the system in only a code he knew and now Jarvis referred to his father as the ‘Old Mister Stark’. A groan left him when he realized that he still hadn’t cracked his father’s code to change that. Oh it was embarrassing the first time he brought a girl home, instead of bracing them for the JARVIS voice and when he was called ‘little Mister Stark’ he had to do a lot of explaining. So it became a habit of bracing women before he took them home about what they would encounter at his house.

Deep brown eyes blinking, the lazy young man stumbled his way into his bathroom before showering attempting to wake himself up. Staying up until six in the morning probably wasn’t the best idea in the world but hey, at least he didn’t have to work. They always wanted him there at the ungodly hour of 9am. Ha, how funny.

Tonight was another night of drinking and partying and there was a new bar/club opening up in town and of course a Stark had to be there. And seeing as his father was married and had ‘responsibilities’ to the world, which young Tony probably should take more seriously. Young Tony would rather be out and about so of course, the young man dressed in a slick black dress shirt and dark blue clean jeans and black shoes and slid out into the garage. Climbing into his car, he flew out of the garage and down into town.

It didn’t take long for him to find a parking spot before the young man wondered inside locking the car behind him before sliding his keys in his pocket. Tony moved with a sense of pride in his walk, his deep brown eyes scanned the crowd as he entered the bar and a few people took notice of the sharply dressed yet causal young man. Sliding himself against the bar he ordered a scotch on the rocks and leaned back, elbows placed gently on the bar top as he scanned the crowd. His father attempted to warn him from time to time, ‘Anthony’, he’d say, ‘Arrogance will get you everywhere and nowhere. Think about it.’ He never understood why his father spoke in such a weird way to him when he was younger but as of right now, his arrogance got him a lot of things and as the drink slid into his hand and he started a tab, his dark brown eyes feel onto a brunette at a table by herself. Oh yes, his arrogance really kicked in.

Drink in hand he walked over and took the seat in the booth across from her. “What do you think of the new bar?” He asked in a conversational fashion as he leaned back against the booth’s backing and took a sip of the scotch.

Haleigh looked at him for a moment, did he just seriously sit down with out even asking if anyone was with her, who does this guy think he is? Haleigh had to admit he was really good looking and so far she wasn't getting any creeper vibes from him just that he seemed a bit arrogant. Though if he did turn out to be a creeper he'd be sorry to ever come across the daughter of two of SHIELD's finest Assassins. However, her friends do tell her often that she needed someone so hell she'll bite, "it's not bad. I like that it's sophisticated but also has that club edge to it, and you don't feel like you have to break out the glow sticks and mind bending techno music to have a good time." Haleigh smiled lightly, she looked over at her friends who looked back at her with a grin and continued dancing.

Haleigh looked back at Anthony, "though I'm not really much of a bar scene girl. I only came because my friends have been bugging me for days to come out, they say I need to get out more and study less." She sighed deeply taking a sip of her drink and sitting back. "So what do you think of this place?"

Tony wasn’t just arrogant, he was brave too. Working with S.H.I.E.L.D. he had seen a lot in his young life and had gone through a lot more than his mom would really have wanted him to experience. ‘It’s good for the boy’ his father would protest, ‘if he’s going to take over Stark Industries he needs to be tough and going through all this will make him tough.’ Sure, going through all that Tony did make him tough but it really didn’t make him all that happy. It’s funny how someone can go through so much but experience so little. Real life was a blur to him and to be honest, with how much S.H.I.E.L.D. has him doing, it’s kind of a bore too.

“I’ve seen better,” He said in that blunt honesty way of his as he rose his broad shoulders in a shrug. “There’s actually an amazing club down the road that’s themed around greek times, while there’s one in that direction.” He said pointing to the other way, “That has a space age theme to it. So…” He began with a joking tone to his voice. “You go that way for togas, or that way.” His finger holding the scotch changed directions. “For skin tight spandex.” Giving a small nod with a playful smile he took a drink of his scotch and paced it down on the coaster. “But this is a nice middle ground I’d have to say, less space age but a bit more class.”

Tilting his head to one side he watched her closely with his deep brown eyes, somehow he felt as if he knew her. She looked familiar in one form or another but he couldn’t quite put his finger onto it as to why. Mentally he shrugged it off before spinning the glass gently on the coaster. “So I’m going to use what is typically used as a tacky pick up line but I really do mean it for conversation, what brings you here?” His gaze moved up from his drink to the lady across from him. Sure he may have the arrogant ways of his father but if there was one thing his mother made sure he got, it was that sometimes, sometimes, you shouldn’t be so arrogant; and he took a chance to think maybe this was a time when he should back of… just a tad.

Natasha and Clint were always on opposite opinions when it came to raising Haleigh, Clint was always the more laid back one and would often tell Natasha that Haleigh needed a break once and a while and shouldn't always focus on studying, that the girl needed to have some fun. Where Natasha wouldn't let Haleigh train unless she got straight A's and maintained a high GPA, and if she failed a test or even skipped school Natasha would take away Haleigh's bow and arrows. Sometimes this caused conflict between parents and even Haleigh and her mother, but she wouldn't have gotten where she was now, working with SHIELD as one of the top computer experts and Assassin in training if it wasn't for Natasha's strict rules.

However, whenever Natasha was off and an assignment and it was just Clint and Haleigh Clint would always make sure they had fun. He would pick her up from school, sign her out early and they would head off to the target range and he would teach her the skills that he knows, after that they would go get pizza and just have fun. Haleigh was always closer to her father, but the one thing that The Blackwidow and Hawkeye both shared was if anyone hurt their daughter they would hunt them down and gut them like a fish.

Haleigh smiled lightly, "well I'm not really one for wearing togas and I doubt my father would appreciate me wearing skin tight clothes. But like I said my friends have been begging me to get out more. That I need to be little less bookworm and a little more party," she laughed. "So basically I just came to get them off my back, what about you? What brings you to this lovely establishment?"