The museum of Art and History laid dark inside as it had closed for the day. Many people of Los Angeles, where it was located, visited it a day. Kids got to learn about the world when they came on field trips with their school. It was one in the morning, and Tim Jackson walked the halls, holding his flash light in hand. He was one of the security guards that worked overnight, insuring that everything was safe and no one was trying to come in. He began thinking how he hated his job. How he had wished he had gone to college and did something better with his life. He was in his mid-thirties, and regret was always on his mind, especially when he made his rounds. He headed back to the offices, where he sat in a chair, watching monitors. 'Nothing exciting ever happens.' He thought to himself as he leaned back in the chair and let out a small yawn. Within a few minutes, his eyes closed and began to doze off.

Off in the Egypt exhibit, laid a statue that resembled a cat. It was only six inches in height and sat on a small pedestal. Its eyes shined as they were made of red rubies. It had only been there for a few days, as it had just been discovered. It was the talk of the city, and someone had taken notice. Their name was Elliot Meyers. He was a man of class. He was also a thief, a very good one at that. He slowly dropped down from the roof. The museum had glass windows on the roof in the middle of it. He had been there many times, when it was opened and knew the place well. He made sure that the cameras didn't see him, though tonight was his lucky night, as the guard was asleep. Elliot had all black on with a pack on his back. He made his way to the Egypt exhibit, and a huge smile came to his face as he saw the statue, which was under a glass barrier. The ruby eyes glisten as he approached it. He put his pack down and unzipped it, looking for his glass cutter. He then carefully cut a hole in the glass, taking it off and putting it to the ground. He smiled as he placed his hand into the opening, picking it up and slowly taking it out. He then placed it in a small black velvet bag that was in his pack. He then made his way back out the way he came in.

It was dark down on the streets below as Elliot made his way down. He didn't know that someone was watching him. That person watching him didn't know they were being watched by someone in the skies.

"Nice night for a heist, wouldn't you say?" the figure within the shadows said to Elliot as he touched ground, unhooking the rope from his waist. Elliot turned around to see who it was speaking to him, but saw no one.

"Who's there?" he asked as he walked, trying to find the person.

"Just me." The figure said again just as Elliot was pushed to a nearby wall. It was Daken, though Elliot had no clue whom he was. Daken was sent by someone to get the statue, though he didn't have to do anything since Elliot did all the work for him. "You have something for me." Daken told him as his claws slowly came out. Elliot's eyes widen in horror as he saw them. Daken's smile was evil and joy twisted in one, as he tossed him to the ground hard, ripping the pack from his back. As he began to go through it, Elliot tried escaping, but he didn't succeed as Daken stabbed him his leg, blood seeping out. Elliot let out a scream of agony. Daken's claws went back in and started going through the bag again until he found the velvet bag. He took the statue out and smiled. He then let out one claw on his right hand as he used it to dig the rubies out, which he placed in a pocket of his jacket. He then tossed the rest of the statue to the ground, it broke in pieces as it hit. He then looked down at Elliot who was trying to crawl away. "I'm not done with you!" Daken told him as he picked him up.

"Please…." He pleaded. But Daken didn't want to hear it as he began to tear into him. He enjoyed killing, it was something that made him happy. He then tossed the corpse to the ground.

Alex Knight, Iron Girl, saw the whole thing from where she was at. She hovered up just enough to not get notice. She had been out making her rounds when she noticed Daken. She wondered what he was doing here and followed him to the museum, where he waited. She watched him walk away, and decided to make her move. She swooped down and snatched him up under his arms. He didn't know what was going on, but tried getting free.

"Don't fight me Daken!" she told him as she took them to a nearby roof top where she dropped him. He moved with great agility as he landed with no problem, even if she was trying to rough him up.

"Who the hell are you? And how do you know me?" Daken asked her as he watched her land.

"You're here in L.A. and you don't know who I am. Thought you were brighter than that." She told him.

"I know who Iron Man is, didn't know he had a bitch for a sidekick."

"Excuse me!" she yelled.

"Did I hit a nerve?" he asked her with a sly smile.

"I saw you. I saw what you did." She said, not letting him get to her. She knew a lot about him thanks to Logan. Logan made sure that everyone in the hero community knew about his son. And that his son couldn't be trusted, on anything. "What's with the jewels?"

"Like I'll tell you." He told her as he began to walk away, making his way to the stairs. Iron Girl raised her right hand, and let out a blast from her palm, hitting the ground in front of him.

"Answer my question!" she yelled at him. His claws began to come out and she saw. "You're not your father. Those claws of yours won't do anything to me. Now stop being a punk and answer me." He didn't say anything back as he began to run, jumping off the building instead. He did a tuck roll just before he hit the ground. He got up in a hurry as he started to heal, and ran away. She didn't give chase, but watched. She didn't know what was going on. She began to think that she would need to do some research on this before continuing.

It was four in the morning when she got back home. Tony Stark was in his workshop working on something on the computers, when she walked in. He heard her as she walked over, still in her armor. They had been going out for two years now and she was living with him. Life was pretty good for the both of them, and she was really helping him out with being Iron Girl.

"What you doing up?" she asked him as she took her helmet off, placing it down on one of the tables. "Don't you have a meeting in the morning?"

"I do, but I couldn't sleep." He told her as he looked at the info on his monitor.

"We have a problem." She told him as she pulled a chair next to him and sat down. He turned his attention to her. "Daken is in L.A. I saw him kill Elliot, "

"The guy you've been after for the past month?"

"Yeah; anyways, Elliot stole that idol I told you he would go after, the one that was on the news, and Daken ambushed him. Took the idol, ripped the eyes out, and then killed Elliot."

"Why would he want something like that?" he said with a puzzled look on his face.

"I don't know. But something doesn't feel right, Tony." She told him. "I'm going to see if I can find any information on this idol. After I get some sleep." She told him as she got up and went to the armor platform, where mechanical arms started up, taking her armor off. She threw on a robe that was nearby and walked back to him. "You should try to get some sleep, can't miss this meeting." She told him as she kissed his cheek. "Going to go get a shower." She walked to the doors and made her way up stairs. Tony leaned back in his chair, thinking about the whole Daken thing. He wasn't going to let Alex do this alone. He decided to take a break from his project, and began to get on the net, looking for the information that she wanted.