"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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THE NEXT DAY, THE THREE OF THEM GATHERED IN THE LABORATORY. THEY SAT in silence, waiting for someone to speak up. Bruce decided to do so.
"So, let's recap."
"You singlehandedly took all the power that Stark Tower had, while also knocking Bruce and I out. Arguably, the more powerful ones of the avengers." Tony added the last part under his voice, earning a "damn straight" from Bruce.
"Now, how the hell did that happen?" Tony finished.
"I literally blacked out. I don't know,"
"Well, we know now that the chemical mixture in that serum can do some serious damage,"
"You, Alex, are a walking atom bomb. An asset, no doubt. Remind me to never get on your bad side,"
"Who's to say you're not already on it?"
"Well then you're going to love my next statement," He grinned. "I'm setting you up with a new trainer."
"But I like Monty," She protested.
"A combat trainer."
"Is she ready for that?" Bruce said.
"I think she could potentially be a part of the team. In order for that to fly, she'll need to be able to fight."
"Psh, I can fight,"
"No you can't."
"No I can't."
"It's settled." Tony stated. "She'll take combat lessons."
"Tony, I don't even know if I want to be an Avenger." She huffed. "That's a huge responsibility, and I'm just starting out my life. I have a fiancé for Christ's sake, who I will now have to keep lying to until I die."
"Which may or may not be soon," Tony tried reasoning.
She groaned. "Not everyone wants to be a hero,"
"Not everyone can be a hero. Look, kid, you've got something special. And I'll be damned if you don't use it,"
"Thanks, Tony."
"Uh, huh. Now, enough tears, let's get you some gloves."
She nodded, getting up from her special chair. The leather was worn from her constantly occupying it, and it almost formed to fit her shape. No one else was permitted to sit in the chair, for its only use was to run her tests.
Tony, Bruce, and Alex all descended the stairs to the private gym, where a trainer was indeed waiting. It was almost as if Tony knew she'd give in.
