"Then you'll have no problem with me taking you as prisoner."
"Well, I'm making a pros and cons list in my head, and 'super villain who just attacked my city' is kind of a big one on there."
Alexandra Clark has been capable of special things...
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𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝟹 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
THE SUN CAME UP OVER NEW YORK CITY, AS IT DID EVERY OTHER DAY.THE LIGHT WAS SHINING, reflecting against the pristine glass of the peculiar high-rise building that some might find obnoxious.
But, Tony wouldn't be himself if not obnoxious.
At the tower's foundation stood a small girl, looking up at the seemingly never-ending building. She took out a laminated badge from her purse, staring at it.
I really should've put more makeup on the day we took these pictures, she thought, sighing at the small picture of herself.
"Miss Clark," Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorman.
"Yes, sorry," She stepped inside the building. Its immense architecture was really notable, as Tony Stark was to have the best always. "How are you today, Aaron?"
"I'm well, Miss Clark. Yourself?"
"Same as yesterday," She gave a lipped smile, her heeled boots clacking against the marble flooring as she made her way to the elevator.
There were people bustling all about the lobby. Stark's employees on the phone, guards absolutely everywhere, and the occasional crazed-fan fighting the doormen. Every morning was the same for her, tediously so.
"Top floor, ma'am?"
"Yes, Richard," She, as if a reflex, held her finger out to the device Richard held up. This gained her access to the elevator. "See you tomorrow,"
Richard worked the morning shift every day. She knew this because, well, she was in Stark Tower everyday. Except for Sundays, those were for Tony and Pepper as most of the staff knew.
She hummed to herself, waiting as the elevator lifted her swiftly up the tower. The monitor played clips of Tony's greatest interviews on his many notable works.
"And that's how I invented this little killer," She mouthed by memory as the clip played.
The glass shaft allowed her to look out on the city, the harbor glistening in the morning sun. If you were afraid of heights, well, Stark Tower is simply not the place for you.
With a ding!, the doors opened. She stepped out, greeted by an empty living space. She walked over to the familiar laboratory room, an eye-scan completed before she could do so.
