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𝐒.𝐇.𝐈.𝐄.𝐋.𝐃. 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑
ELEANOR
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From Maria Hill's insignificant glance my way, I could tell how much she despised me. I was the last thing to be threatened about my when a businessman come killer was on the loose, planning to strike the three, chief Stark facilities throughout the world. And that so-called killer was my ex. Talk about tension.
'So, this Zeke Stane,' she lengthened out as she swiftly paced in front of me to the Quinjet on the hangar. 'What is he, your ex?'
'Um, yes,' I bit on my lip, hoping to clear out the unwanted facts in that sentence. I strayed my gaze on my feet and hoping to shroud the blazing blush that started to colour my cheeks. 'I mean, he had zero sanity left in him by the time I realized—'
'I didn't ask for specifics,' she rolled her eyes. I ignored her comment with a scoff. I tried to catch up to her fast footfalls, my eyes in awe at the span of the aircraft and the setting inside. It was dark except for the cockpit area, but in the air with reflective panels all over it would be barely noticeable. As I walked in, I felt the low hum of the rotors under my feet and Lincoln seated at the entrance, scrolling through a tablet in his hands. I could see the light blue electricity travelling through his fingertips as he did, glitching the screen at which I couldn't help but giggle at.
'Eleanor,' he greeted with a kind smile as he spotted Maria and I approach. 'Not the best of times to meet again.'
I agreed, stretching my arm out to shake his hand lightly. 'Guess not. I suppose you'll be flying Tony and me?'
'I don't think Iron Man needs a ride, Elle,' he said, nipping his lip to conceal laughter. 'Just us.'
'Sounds,' I tried to search for a proper word, 'fun.'
'Eleanor,' he deserted the tablet at a seat nearby and closed the distance between until I was looking up at him in confusion, 'I wanted to say that I—'
'Hey Sparky,' I heard a lowly mechanized voice vocalize from behind me, making me jump out of my skin. The Iron Man armour stood valiantly in front of me, polished to perfection and turning heads around the garage. The gears around his joints whirred as he moved up the ramp, standing at a domineering foot taller than both of us.
'You better be on the last name basis with my inamorata when I get back.'
'Mr. Stark. I uh,' Lincoln cleared his throat with a discerning shake of his head, backing away with another co-pilot who got on board. Clearly intimidated. I shot his armour a warning glare at his sudden outbreak of resentment.
