you help him in afghanistan.

"look, i don't know how the hell i got here, but you need to help me with this thing." the man said, poking at the arc reactor in his chest.

"and what do you think certifies me to help you, mr. stark?" you asked, smirking as you continued washing your clothes in the pail.

"because i heard from quite a few that you're not from here." you froze, rolling your eyes as you glared at the man in front of you. "so it's true?"

"yes. i'm russian. used to work for this german scientist division of what was the nazis. realized what i was doing was wrong, ran off to afghanistan."

tony stayed silent for a moment, not really expecting that much of an answer.

"science division? so you can help me?"

you rolled your eyes, but nodded.

"most likely. sit down." you told him, unlocking your secret cabinet of equipment and placing it on the table beside him.

"take your shirt off."

"woah, i'm flattered, but we just met-"

"shut up, stark."