Iron Beta: Life as Tony Stark's Daughter

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

Two hours later found me fed, showered, and lying spread-eagle on a S.H.I.E.L.D. issued cot.

In a room that could pass as a storage closet.

Seriously, you’d really think S.H.I.E.L.D. would treat their heroes better.

I was bored. My dad and Bruce were still with the Director, being told all they can about what was going on. They said they would come and get me as soon as they were finished.

Natasha and Clint were probably off doing agent stuff - paperwork included.

I had seen Steve heading towards the gym when we were dismissed; he was probably pounding a punching bag into submission at the moment.

I hadn’t seen Thor since we arrived, and I had absolutely no clue where the blonde god could be.

Which left me with nothing to do and nowhere to be.

I was shaken out of my thoughts - thankfully before I was driven insane by my own boredom – by the sound of my phone jumping in vibration and blasting out Black Sabbath’s Iron Man.

“Hello?”

“Hey. We’re finally ready, heading to Lab 7 now.”

“Oh thank god! You have no idea how bored I’ve been in here!”

“You mean S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t give you any toys to play with?”

“No!”

“Oh the horror!”

“Right?” I laugh as I finish gathering my suit pack and lace up my boots. “On my way, meet you there in five.”

“Bye.”

I shoved my phone in my pocket as I took off at a jog in the general direction of where I assumed the lab to be.

Fifteen minutes and three grumpy agents - whom I had to ask for directions - later, I walked in the door of Lab 7.

“What’s up science geeks?”

I found it hilarious that both Bruce and Tony actually responded to this.

“Oh hey Taylor. What took you so long?”

“Directions did. Why on Earth did you design this thing so big?”

“To irk Fury?” He asks uncertainly.

“Okay.” I shrug. “So what are we doing?”

“You are setting up on that table over there, and then coming over here to join us in staring blankly at this map.”

After I drop my belongings on one of the lab tables, I walk over to the older scientists and pull up a screen.

“Got anything yet?”

“Not yet. We’ve only been working for ten minutes, though.” Bruce sighs as he adjusts his glasses.

I don’t respond as I am already enthralled in the screen in front of me. I try drawing random lines connecting two points, turning the screen, sitting at a different angle, but all my efforts turn up fruitless.

I slump slightly and sigh as I stare at the map.

What are we not seeing?

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