Prolouge
Annabelle sat in her liveing room enjoying a book and her coffee. Every pice of furniture around her elegantly decarated liveing room floated more then an inch above the cream carpated floor. Just one of the many signs showing that she wasn't any normal human. Annabelle's calm exterior soon became rigid and alert as a knock sounded outside her front door. The female sighed irritated knowing exactly who it was without even cheacking. (I mean who else has technology to actually find her on her seclueded island let alone get there?)
Leaning over the annoyed female swiped up a large remote. Before quickly hitting some of the equally large buttons that littered it's surface. She was soon rewarded with the image of Tony Stark messing with some of her plants as a way to entertain himself while he waited on her door step. Sighing Annabelle called out to the man hoping their conversation would be straight and to the point. "What do you want? " her strict tone was light and feminine but firm and controlled. She made no effort to hide her annoyance, thinkning "whatever the man wanted he had better get it out quick! "