Ten Years Ago

Tony Stark watched as the small group of school kids toured his inventions. He was informed they were well-behaved, but he didn't believe that. He was there to make sure the little rugrats didn't touch anything.

A group of kids were running around below him, and he grimaced. "They are definitely going to break something," He thought. He turned away, thinking the cause lost, when a scream sounded behind him. He spun around, greeted by a cloud of flame, rising from an early machine. The kids were scattering, herding toward the exits. Beside the machine stood a girl whose hair was as bright as the flame.

He sighed. "She definitely touched something."