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NINE PM WAS GENERALLY WHEN ALEX WAS MOST AWAKE. She liked to think she did her best thinking after 9 pm. Tony and Pepper were yet to be convinced.
Since graduating from Midtown Science at seventeen, she'd spent a year at CalTech to appease Tony before coming back to New York. In the four short months, she'd been home, Alex had found it easy to re-integrate into Stark Industries and frequently helped out in the labs.
Dinner had been and gone and now she was laid aimlessly across her bed. Bored out of her mind. It had been an unfairly slow day and there was nothing she could do to get rid of the lingering boredom. With a harsh sigh, she sat up and ran a hand through her unruly hair. A metaphorical lightbulb light up above her head and Alex fancied herself a challenge. She reached for her MSST sweatshirt and pulled the warm garment over her head as she left her room, turning the light off behind her.
Barefeet padded against the sleek flooring as Alex made her way down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. She knew that Pepper and Tony expected her to be in bed, but realistically she probably wouldn't sleep until 2 AM at the latest. As she crept past the lounge, she heard them talking indistinctly about something - no doubt related to StarkIndustries. She moved on, heading straight for the stairs that lead down to Tony's workshop.
"Seven, three, nine," she recited as she typed in Rhodey's code for the doors. A smug grin painted itself across her lips as the doors slid open and she stepped inside, going straight up to the desks and the computer. The leather desk chair was cool against her skin but she didn't mind. A stray coffee mug sat by the mousepad and it made Alex smile, especially upon noticing that it was half-full with neglected coffee.
"Alrighty, let's go for a wander..." Alex mumbled to herself as she logged on to his desktop and began browsing through the umpteen-dozen files that lived on his home screen.
"Miss Stark, you're not supposed to be in here," the omniscient voice of Jarvis made her jump a foot in the air, cursing under her breath in Spanish.
