Decisions, Decisions

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Tony Stark flipped through the file before tossing it on the desk in frustration. Isabella had been busy in the past couple of months. Snipping Stark Industries' ties to underground, one at a time. How did she do it? In what essentially was a short amount of time. Who were her benefactors? How long have Stark Industries been doing business with these people. He needed to find out. Tony wasn't as involved in the company's finances as he should've been. Tony paid attention to the basics and that was the extent of what he knew. Now, that he wanted that information, he was froze out of his own father's company. Tony knew he could break in, easily but Obi said to let him handle the board and lay low...

Tony hissed a frustrated sigh through his teeth and reached for the glass of bourbon. His gaze turned to what he set JARVIS to do. One of the many projects he assigned his trusty A.I. The mysterious enigma that was Isabella Wolfe. She wasn't lying when she said she or whoever scrubbed what they could. JARVIS did find something that was a stretch but the photo's visible face structure matched Isabella. Some seedy mutant rights website (An online group obsessed over a mutant terrorist organization known as The Brotherhood.) had a thread based off the photo. The Morrigan. First sighted in Ireland. These people were yammering about this newest member of the brotherhood. One of the most vicious to date and apparently, rose fast through the ranks.

She was named the Morrigan and also known as Mother Wolf for her seemingly apparent feral mutation. The only rumored name that was listed was Bella Adolpha. No Bella Adolpha matched the photo's description. Tony frowned at the name, 'Bella' but that could just be a coincidence. Bella was a common name.

 No one seemed to be able to settle on what her mutation was. Switching between shapeshifting into a large wolf (detailed in another photo alongside a woman.) and a feral mutant with bladed claws along her knuckles like something from a ninja movie. This mutant was attributed to multiple terrorist attacks even deaths. Tony didn't want to think it was Isabella but the timelines could make sense. Possibly? He needing more information that was already scarce. From what Jazz told him about the time they spent captured and what he would assume to be a recovery and acclimatization period. It made somewhat sense. 

Tony knocked back the glass and sighed. This was giving him just as big of a headache as the file she gave him. His gaze flicked to his biggest project. Isabella and her secrets could wait until tomorrow night. Tony eyed the one clock he had hanging on the wall. 1122 at night. Well before the before midnight deadline he set for himself. So, he decided to take a shot in the dark. Tony typed and sent a text to Izzy. 'Dinner tomorrow and you can tell me about your time with the Brotherhood.'

"Let's get to work." Tony glanced back at Dum-E. "Do not use that thing on me unless I'm actually on fire... I might turn you into a paper weight before we're through."

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'I have plans.' Was Isabella Wolfe's standing answer to Tony Stark.

Isabella was stony faced as she faced Natasha. An old rage chilled and enflamed her heart. SHEILD made a promise that Tony Stark dragged out of the shadows in a single night. She couldn't scream or rage at Fury or Coulson. They weren't here. She wanted to satisfaction that time on the mat could provide to her. Natasha seemed to know that and settled into a loose stance. 

"Come on." Isabella growled. 

"No." 

Isabella snapped quicker than she would have liked. Than she was taught. She lunged forward with a jab of her elbow. Natasha parried and backed off. That only infuriated Isabella more. Isabella tried to hook Nat's legs and aimed elbows down on Nat but landed on the mat herself in a move she hadn't seen. Isabella swept her legs as she righted herself and lunged herself around Nat's legs. Natasha swung down and trapped Isabella in a hold. The anger wasn't eased in any sense. Natasha was the more experienced fighter out of the two. She outclassed Izzy in every sense except one. So, Isabella grabbed that power that was almost familiar. Three claws slid through her knuckles just short of Natasha. 

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