Man of Iron's Daughter
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'"Of course," I thought looking down at my watch. 10:46 PM. They were supposed to pick me up 5 hours ago. I got up and wrapped my sweatshirt around my cold body. I picked up my backpack and started walking. I don't know where to go, or what to do. All I know is if I see Tony Stark ever again, it will be too soon.'
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