Avalon Bench has been neglected her whole life. She has social anxiety and depression, but her parents ignore her more often than not. When she gets put in the hospital, her mother shows up and says some very hurtful things. Avalon decides that she would be better off dead, so she jumps off a bridge. Iron Man happened to be flying around right then, and his instincts to save people kicked in, and he 'rescued' her. She demands that he take responsibility, and he does, just not in the way that she expects. As they grow closer, she begins to realize that maybe there are people in the world who can love her. And when Avalon's parents are in danger and she risks herself to save them, she realizes that maybe the billionaire needs her as much as she needs him.
Margie Bench stared at the binder of papers in front of her maliciously. If it was a person, it would be cowering under her gaze. She was pissed. According to this report, they were trashing her husband's idea. It was a brilliant idea, and these people were absolute idiots to not use it. With Tony Stark being nothing more than a figurehead, the company's research team was able to get away with a lot of unauthorized projects. But apparently this one was just too much. And that was insulting.
She called her husband, Stan, and they met in the privacy of one of the old labs. She thrust the offensive binder into his arms. "They're scraping your idea."
His voice was tight. "That is very foolish of them."
Margie nodded. "The project that I'm currently working on with some of the others is a very valuable project to Mr. Stane. If it were to go… missing… I'm sure he would be willing to negotiate with whoever happens to find it."
Stan nodded his approval, and the young couple separated to get back to work before someone noticed their absences. Margie used her special access card to get into the top secret workshop. She whispered excuses in the ears of the two scientists in the room, and they quickly left.
She walked over to the tank in the middle of the room, and grinned. It was the only successful version of the project, and the only copies of the research were sitting on the table right next to it. She scooped up the project and slipped it into her bag, along with all the papers, which she would destroy later.
And then it was all too easy to walk right out of the building, and to get into the car, where Stan was already waiting. They had no idea how much work it would be to sustain the project, and how much of their lives it would cost them. But even if they did know, at that moment, they probably wouldn't have cared.