The Invention Left By A Little Stark | Book 2

1) A Girl & Her Creation

Inventions.

The action of inventing something, typically a process or device, or a creative ability.

Inventions are created to change the world as we know it. They are made to solve problems and make life easier. They are designed to help the next generation. Only the freakishly smart or badass insane can create something that will be put in the history books.

Me? I'm (Y/n) Stark. I'm one of them.

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This story began a long time ago.

It was approximately two weeks before the fall of SHIELD, two weeks before your one decision would change everything. Your compound - your home away from home - was peaceful for the moment.

The lake was still, a glimmering crystal in the sun's glare, and the grass - although overgrown - was barely making a whistle as the blades crossed each other. The gravel of the pathways lay undisturbed and even the animals seemed scarce for that one evening.

However, not all of them.

A tiny rabbit was hopping its way against the sunset backdrop. It didn't stop until it reached your car.

The paintwork shone like a diamond and this rabbit stopped right next to your tire.

It stared for a long moment...

Turned its back...

And took a poo right next to the rubber.

Almost immediately, a light buzzing filled the air. A manufactured drone with claws came whizzing from around the building's side, right out of a window. Inside one claw was a spray bottle and inside the other was a bag and rag.

Inside the room it left was you. It was the lab.

A pale red cleaning robot was sorting out a coffee spillage on the floor and seemed to be humming along to Twisted Sister's 'We're Not Gonna Take It.' Mixed in with the classic sound was a very sudden cackle of electricity.

"Shit!" You cursed.

As it sparked, the lights in the lab - and likely the entire compound - went out. The music also cut out and you were left at your desk with heavy breaths.

"Just another damn day with a blackout." You muttered in a false cheery tone. "Ha, ha, ha. Fuck my life."

You let out a hollow sigh and turned your wrist to check the time on your watch. It was late.

"FRIDAY." You said, tapping the watch a few times. "How long until I get the lights back?"

"Without a manual reset the compound system should be restored naturally within the hour." She replied.

"No chance it could be sooner?"

"I could do it myself. With your security walls in mind, it should take ten minutes."

"Please do. I kinda need my WiFi."

"Forgive me, miss, but is that your main concern?"

"Damn right it is. How else am I gonna listen to my tunes? Or watch The Walking Dead? I need to know what's happening with everyone now that the Governor's gone and ruined the prison."