You knew you had made the right decision but you didn't know exactly what you were doing. After seeing what had happened last year in New York and the heroics of the group they called the Avengers, you couldn't get away from the feeling that this is what you had to do. Walking through the large New York airport terminal, You felt as lost and lonely as you ever had in your life. You had always been different, had always hidden your physical and unseen differences. Your mother was the only person who knew about your "powers", but that didn't mean she liked to talk about them. So you had spent you're life staying in the background, figuring everything out yourself. Now you were in one of the most populated cities in the world to see one of the richest men in the world.
For the life of you, you couldn't figure out how to actually get in contact with S.H.I.E.L.D., what with it being a government run spy agency. So you figured you'd contact the next best option, Tony Stark. Figuring this man would most likely be wary of someone just up and wanting to meet claiming to have special powers, you assumed telling him what you wanted right off the bat wasn't the best choice. So you called Stark Industries ahead of time and ended up speaking with his assistant, Pepper Potts instead. Claiming to be a journalist from some internet magazine, you were able to talk her into giving you an appointment. It wasn't a complete lie, you had written a few published articles while attending university. Then you had spent all your money on travelling here, if this meeting didn't go well, you were pretty screwed.
You finally managed to hail a cab in the busy New York streets, and checking your watch, you realized you were most likely going to be late. Finally, you reached Stark Tower and you scrambled out of the cab with your small duffel bag containing your minimal possessions, your purse hanging over your shoulder, and marvelled up at the new repaired structure. Snapping yourself out of your wonderment, you made your way to the entrance. After showing your ID and getting past security, you were sent to one of the top floors for your meeting. Ms. Potts met you as you exited the elevator much to your relief and led you along the halls to Mr. Stark's office. She knocked and informed Stark of your arrival, leaving you to your meeting.
"Miss. - is it? I understand you're writing an article about yours truly." An arrogant smirk crossed his face and you were just glad he was being polite.
"Sorry, I'm late." You said, catching my breath from hurrying to the meeting.
"Not a problem...Please have a seat." He motioned to the chair across from his desk and you accepted
the invitation, tucking your duffel under the seat. "You planning a trip?" He said noticing you're luggage.
"Well, actually, this is the trip." He raised a quizzical brow. "Mr. Stark, I don't mean to alarm you and I hope you aren't insulted, but I may have a told a little fib."
"It depends, what's is this little white lie you've told?" He leaned back in his chair, you were nervous but relieved that he didn't appear to be angry.
"I'm not writing an article..." You waited for a response but he only stared, seemingly unfazed. "I don't exactly know how to say this, but well you're Iron Man and you saved New York, the world even." He smirked again, pride shading his features. "And, well, I...uh...I think I can help, should similar events occur again."
Finally, he seemed somewhat confused by what you were telling him. "No offense, Miss -, I appreciate your ambition and concern, but I can't just make you an Avenger."
"No-I, well, I was trying to contact S.H.I.E.L.D., but it's not exactly listed in the yellow pages, I'm not asking to be an Avenger, I was only hoping that for once I could put my skills to good use."
"Skills."
"Um, skills—or abilities, I've never known how to explain this-" You struggled to formulate something coherent. "Maybe, I could show you?"
"Show me? I never deny a show from a young lady like yourself." He responded smoothly, you almost rolled your eyes at his forwardness.
"Alright..." You stood nervously and closed your eyes gathering your thoughts before opening them again. "Um, pick an object." He stared at you for a moment before responding.
"How about this?" He pointed to a paper weight to his left and you nodded before starting.
Before Stark could even say anything sarcastic, his paper weight was flying around the room and as he stared in wonder, you sped up its course around and around before setting it down where it first laid. A silence came over him which you could already guess was not normal for this arrogant man.
"That's a neat trick you got." He said finally, as you resumed your seat.
"Thank you...but it's not the only trick I have up my sleeve, not to sound cocky." You added.
"Not at all, my trick is a suit and my devilish good looks, yours is...that." He chuckled at this, you cracked a small smile at his joke.
"So... Do you think you could get me to S.H.I.E.L.D.?" You asked sheepishly.
"I think Fury would kill me if I didn't, I just need to make a few phone calls." He pushed a button on his phone, calling in Ms. Potts first. "Pepper, keep Miss - entertained for the next hour and then show her to the helipad." He gave a small farewell before you were led out. Miss Potts showed you around briefly before leaving you in a sort of waiting room with a television