The Last Avenger [What If...? x DCAMU Crossover]

15. Wayne Manor

Indiana Stark, A.K.A. Tony Stark's little sister, became the deadliest woman known to man.

And there came a day unlike any other, when Earth's Mightiest Heroes found themselves united against a common threat. On that day, she joined the Avengers.

This is what she does now that they're gone.

This is all useless information, by the way. I write the same thing every second chapter or so.

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The Manor was nothing like Stark Tower or Tony's place on the west coast. It was a massive three-storey brownstone with gargoyles on the corners of the roof, stained-glass transom windows, marble front steps and all the other blah, blah, blah, rich-people-live-here details, or that's at least how Jason described it.

It was something else to see it in person. It was a Saturday and Tim buzzed me in at the front gate. I was surprized that Alfred wasn't there when I stepped into the manor.

"He's in Metropolis for the day," Tim explained.

"Guid fur him, ah ken th' jimmy likelie wantit a break," I said with a laugh.

"I have no idea what you just said." Tim shook his head. "Come one."

He led me through the manor, and I could feel my shoes sink into the soft, carpet. How nice it would be to just pass out here. I couldn't risk it though, not with Darkseid's threat looming over me. Constant fear? Not a problem, I welcomed the challenge.

But I worry about other people.

The architecture was stunning, and the surprisingly beautiful lighting made this place a wonder to behold. Eventually we stopped outside a dark wooden door.

I checked behind me just to make sure there wasn't an assassin about to stab me.

All clear.

Thank Thor.

I knocked on the door.

"Come in," came Bruce's voice and I entered, before closing the door after me. He was standing behind his desk, the collar of his dress shirt up as he attempted to tie the tie around his neck. A couple hairs fell into his face, which was set like a brick wall. Something was bothering him.

"Uh, here, let me help you with that." I came around and took the tie in my hand. Bruce let me.

"Thanks."

With shoes on we about the same height and I could feel those unforgiving eyes searching my face. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah." He paused. "I'm just... one of my sons, Jason, is back in town." Another long pause. "I failed him, but I don't know how to make things right."

There was a small moment of silence between us, and I fiddled with his tie, threading it through itself. I decided to tell him a half truth. "I've met him a couple of times, at Josies Bar, he seems like a good kid. But let's just say I didn't always see eye-to-eye with my old man."

"And?"

"He'll come to you... when he's ready."

I looked up for the tie to him as I finished, only to see his eyes staring intently at my face. From this close it wasn't hard to see why so many girls found him attractive. He was good looking, plain and simple. Down to his eyes, everything spoke of beauty.

But he wasn't Steve.

I took a deep breath, pushing away the memories and fixed Bruce's collar.

"You seem good at this."