Lieutenant - Daughter of the Captain

Chapter 2.0 - Stark

She approached the smooth glass doors, looking up at the levels that towered over her. The lower floors were quiet, hardly anyone entering or exiting. It made slipping in unnoticed nearly impossible.

Nearly.

The girl stepped to the side, lingering by a decorative planter outside the lobby doors.

She waited for the moment, the ten-second exchange that she had observed over the last few days.

She waited for the receptionist to begin organizing her desk, then for the other woman to walk through the door. They would have a pleasant, but minimal exchange as one came and one went.

That would be her chance.

The sound of expensive stilettos, and the opening of the door sent her into motion.

The female voices, greeting each other and exchanging pleasantries.

And in their discussion, their distraction, she slipped in the door and crept close to the large desk, just below their line of sight.

Her feet were silent as she moved swiftly accross the room and hid easily behind more decorative foliage. An advantage she has over other spies- she's only 3 ft tall.

One woman- not quite observant, her mind not yet set on her work as she got settled in.
Another woman- assuming her work is over, mentally checking out before clocking out as she gathers herself up to leave.

Their occupied states left a perfect window for the girl to make a move to the elevator and slide in without gaining any attention.

She quickly pressed the button for the 'Party Deck' and watched the numbers tick by as she ascended towards her new future.

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"Sir, I've caught something curious on the cameras-"

"Not now, J.A.R.V.I.S...." The billionaire interrupted his british A.I. whilst engaged on his laptop.

"But sir, I really think you'll want to see-" The A.I. attempts to finish, but is cut off once again.

"Run diagnostics again, everything has to be perfect. I've got a pepper to impress," He said, still solely focused on his computer screens.

"But sir-" He persisted.

"Let below deck security deal with it, J.A.R.V.I.S.," Tony said absentmindedly "...and run diagnostics."

If Artificial Intelligence could think, J.A.R.V.I.S. would be thinking about how much he would like to roll his eyes at this moment...if he had eyes. The A.I. decided not to note the progression of the security breach, and instead to let his boss and creator deal with the issue when it finds him.

That is, in approximately one hundred twenty seconds.

So, diagnostics were run in fifteen- successfully appeasing his boss. The schedule was verified in thirty, complete with confirmation from Pepper. And it took the next seventy-five for Tony Stark to make his way to the Party Deck a floor or so below his lab, and find the eight-year-old sitting at his bar drinking some sort of clear liquid from a glass.

He stopped, glanced around, and blinked a few times before finally speaking:

"Jarvis-"

"The curiosity, sir. It appears the below deck security did not 'deal with it'...might I say, I'm shocked..." Jarvis responded, his artificial tone laced with as much artificial sarcasm as an A.I. can muster. Tony only rolled his eyes before he made his way over to the bar, and incidentally, the child.