Burning Furnace
Malibu
Elizabeth
"Yeah, can you send me the records of every patient that came in when I was in New York?" I ask the nurse and he hastily nods before walking out the door, almost bumping into the wall in his hurry.
"Friday, pull up the records that I just asked for please?" I ask my AI once I'm sure that the nurse is out of a hearing range.
"Do you have something against Henderson?" Charlie asks from her desk where she looks at me suspiciously from her mountain of paperwork.
"What? No, no, why would you say that? I like Ryan. He's really nice. There was this one time, during Christmas where he brought me a ticket to Aspen. I mean who gives a co-worker a free weekend to Aspen?" I defend myself from her accusation.
"No one gives their co-worker a free weekend to Aspen. Giving your boss a weekend to Aspen is a completely different matter. And besides, I asked what you had against Ryan because you sent him to retrieve the reports before asking Friday to do so." She pointedly looks away from her paperwork and at me.
"I think someone may be recording the procedures and the diagnoses incorrectly. So I thought that I could go through the ones that Ryan gives me and compare it to the ones Friday brings up. You know, since Tony, without my permission allowed Friday access to all my med rooms so she, he, it, I don't know, records everything that happens in said med room and makes her, I'm going to call it, her, own medical report. So that way, I can see who wrote the wrong report and you will deal with them accordingly, since I'm too scared to fire people. I mean do you just say you're fired. How do you not feel bad?" I look at Charlie, who by now has perfected hiding her dazed expression when I talk too much and resumes her work.
"Hey sis!" I jump out of my seat with a squeak at the sound of my brother's voice.
"Oh God! Tony! How do turn this damn auto answer off! I hate it!" I yell into nothingness.
"You Can't. Do you mind talking to Pepper?" He gets to the point straightaway.
"Why? What did you do this time? And before you complain and ask why it always has to be you, let me remind you that Pepper is perfect and you are not and therefore you are most likely to do something really stupid to upset her." I tell him, while bringing up the medical staff onto my laptop screen.
"Geez thanks. I'm guessing you didn't watch the news since you're talking to me. Well, you never watch the news. The thing is, I might have used one of my prototypes to pretend to be me and now she's upset and I don't know what to do. So you've got to help me." (it's only later that I learned that he'd actually invited a terrorist over to his home and outraged Pepper) I roll my eyes at the knowledge that only Tony Stark will ever have problems as such and only I could be asked to resolve them.
"I don't know Tony. Get her flowers and take her out somewhere nice. Spend more time with her rather than your machines. Give her a complement. Make her breakfast. Actually, don't make her breakfast; she might get angrier with you for ruining her kitchen and food poisoning her. How about actually attending your date and talking to her, using the normal language normal people use instead of the Tony Stark dialect that consists of snide comments, and uncaring sass." I hear the exasperation in my own tone.
I can't really blame him. Ever since Manhattan, he's been dealing with a serious PTSD that he won't even acknowledge let along talk about. It's fair, because he did go through a wormhole with a nuke on his back. But dealing with it the 'Tony way' isn't going to help at all. He has to talk to someone, preferably Pepper, since the talk will most likely get their relationship back on track. I make a mental reminder to myself to watch the news to see what he did this time.
"Are you sure you haven't hooked up with Rogers yet? You're becoming sappy and mushy." He responds after a ten-second silence.
"Goodbye Tony." And Friday probably gets the message because the phone immediately ends after, and I'm left with the faint chatter of hospital staff and the soothing lull of beeping monitors.
"Hooked up with Steve Rogers?" Charlie repeats, effectively cutting of my brief moment of peace.
"No, Charlie. There is no hooking up with Steve Rogers. We're friends. Tony's being Tony." My answer is sharp and definite; making sure she never brings the subject up again. However, I should know by now that nothing ever really fazes Charlotte McCoy.
"I wouldn't blame you if you did though. I mean, did you see that face, and that body? And don't even get me started on the abs." She sighs dreamily.
Don't I know?
Without a word, I get out of my seat, take the elevator down to the lobby, walk out of the hospital doors and welcome the warm Malibu breeze that plays with the tendrils of hair that escaped from the tightly knotted bun I wove in the morning.
I make my way to the park a mile away from the hospital. It's usually isolated at this time, apart from the occasional CEO that eats lunch, or types away, with all the liberty to escape the confines of the office. I seat myself on the soft grass in front of a tree, my eyes trained on the grand fountain, relishing in the occasional mist that sprays my face.
My phone rings; a series of chimes and beats that I don't recognize since most people (on my personal phone) have a particular tone set up for them (to help make the decision whether I want to answer or not, faster).
I groan (loudly) out loud when I don't recognize the number displayed on the screen and let it ring for a few seconds as I pick up the nearest flower and touch the petals (I don't like ripping them out, seems too cruel) and groan again (loudly, much to the dismay of the man on the phone next to me) when the flower insists that I answer.
"Hi, this is Elizabeth Stark speaking. I'd just like to let you know that I don't know who you are or why your calling me and I don't want to speak to you at all, but the pretty daisy near me forced me to answer your call and if your calling me, then you should know that I can never disobey a daisy. I've never found the strength in me to do so. If you haven't cut the phone by now, you may speak. Now." I say without a pause.
"I agree, the consequences of disobeying a daisy must be fatal." Steve Rogers (Captain America) chokes out in between laughter.
I splutter out an incoherent 'Oh My God!' in shock and by now, the man beside me is sending me openly viscous glares.
"Steve, I don't have your number. Actually, I didn't think you had a phone. Because you know, the phone you did have was outdated and Tony made it his priority to throw it away almost immediately and then forgot, or probably chose not to replace it. And I didn't think you cared much for this worlds tech, so I thought you were in Washington living your phone-free life." I tell him.
I've been trying to grab a hold of Steve ever since he left to work for S.H.I.E.L.D once more. I wasn't particularly interested in contacting Fury (he'd probably just shut me out mid-ramble) and Clint and Nat were always on one mission or another, that involved going undercover and therefore, no contact with the outside world. I tried pulling some strings with S.H.I.E.L.D operatives but you could barely get a 'hi' out of them, they've gotten their mouths sealed so tight.
"Ya, I wanted to. But I made a couple of friends back here and realized that I'm going to have to face reality. I'm here now. Might as well get used to it." His voice drifts over the phone.
"Good." Is my one word answer.
"Good that I'm stuck in the 21st century?"
"No, no, of course not. I mean it's not good for you. It's good for me...I mean us, the world. You did help stop an alien invasion and lead the team of screwed up superheroes into victory. The world has to give you that much. And I meant to say that it's good you're making friends." I roll on my back (against my protesting skirt) and from my peripheral vision, I can see my long hair (that I just unfastened) make a protective halo around my head.
"Hey Steve?" I call out to him.
"Hmm" he hums his reply.
"Can I hack your phone?" I keep the request as innocent as possible.
"Go ahead." He says with a good-natured chuckle.
I end up babbling some crap about the time when I tried to hack my brother's digital diary but ended up with a face full of shaving cream, as I press some buttons that give me access to Steve's phone. Soon enough, his smiling face appears on the screen and I give him a small wave.
"You do realize that I knew how to do that myself right?" He tells me and I try not to look so shocked with the knowledge.
"No, I didn't. But in my defence, I'm tired, hungry, it's so hot here, I want to go home, Charlie being an ass, Ryan is way too nice and keeps giving me vacations to Aspen and I feel like I'm using him, Tony's being annoying, and I don't know how to reset the default answer he programmed onto my phone and Friday doesn't know either because he obviously gave me the dumber AI and I'm sleeping on the grass next to a guy that is this close to murdering me..."
"Liz." Steve interrupts me, telling me without words to get to the point (only Steve Rogers is capable of making it seem like a polite request, the damn martyr).
"I just thought that it would be easier for me to do it than to walk you through the process." I finish.
"Are we talking about Steve's virginity? Because I'm totally in if we're talking about Steve's virginity."
My favourite redhead pops on the screen and I'm so happy to see her, her initial sentence leaves my mind.
"Nat!" I yell apologetically looking at Mr Grouch (the man sitting next to me).
"How's the newly titled Fyra?"
I smile. Ever since my worldwide recognition during Manhattan, some civilians realized how horrible the name Tricity was, so they upgraded it to Fyra, which, despite it sounding a lot like fire (which is also suitable since I do have fire powers), means four in Latin. Now, whether I should use Tricity or Fyra as an alias seems to be a worldwide controversy.
"She's great. And not so sure whether to reply to that or Tricity." I say, glaring and (childishly) sticking my tongue at Mr. Grouch who has the nerve to shush me.
"Ooh, who's on the unwelcoming end of Elizabeth's Stark's wrath? Let me guess, Stark?" Natasha grabs the phone from a protesting Steve and walks somewhere.
"Nah, just some guy. Forget about him. I want to hear about Bengal."
We spend the next 20 minutes talking about her trip to Bengal to catch some international hit man and then, Nick Fury has to spoil my day by calling in Agent Romanoff. And with a goodbye of 'duty calls' she leaves the scene, leaving me with Steve, who apparently has been there the entire time.
"So, my duty calls too. Though it probably involves stethoscopes, and tweezers rather than knives and guns." I tell him forlornly. Ever since 'The Mandarin' I've been having people from all over the world come to Stark Med with glass and other debris stuck in their heart or lungs. It almost makes me want to murder this son of a bitch myself.
"Well, I guess I'll call some other time." He says.
"And by other time, you better mean tonight." I tell him trying to look stern but failing miserably when he laughs.
When I walk into the office a few minutes later, I'm greeted by a very solemn looking Charlie asking me whether I watched the news or heard from Tony.
Tony
Tennessee
"I just stole a poncho from a wooden Indian." I speak into the phone booth solemnly, making sure that I don't add any sarcasm and humour, keeping my sister's advice in mind.
Oh Shit!
You know, it's hard to keep track of all the people you need to call and inform that you did not actually die in an explosion, but you're stuck in the middle of nowhere with no way to get back home. And this is what, the third time since the world has proclaimed me dead. I mean, seriously, how many times does a guy have to die, until people know not to keep assuming?
I'm about to dial Lizzie's number on the phone when my brain decides to bring up a memory (I don't know why this memory decides to resurface, it's completely irrelevant to anything I'm thinking at the moment, but I guess it was one of many times where I had to thank my brain utterly) from when I left for MIT.
"You're giving me an earring. Tony I love you. But, I haven't gotten my ears pierced yet. And even if I do, I can't and won't ever wear anything as extravagant as this. There is a difference between your one night stands, which is probably all of Washington, and me."
"Ya I know. This is a miniature long distanced wireless conversationalist. Kind of like a walkie-talkie. You wear the earrings, and you'll be able to talk to me whenever and wherever you are by pressing the teardrop. It'll send a signal to my ring, and voila, instant communication, just in case."
"So basically, you just gave me a mini phone. You were board and flushed out of ideas, so you went into your room, made a last minute project, and came up with importing telecommunications into jewellery, which you gifted to me. Because it's probably not one of your finest and if you gave it to mom, who you probably wanted to give it to, she'll show it to all her high-class friends with the intelligent business-y husbands, and that will degrade what a great genius you are, because you somehow singlehandedly created this mini phone with the items from our house, which is impossible, but it isn't good enough. Right?"
"Ya, basically."
"I love it!"
I stare down at the ring in my hands, somehow forgetting that I was supposed to continue my conversation and heartfelt apology to Pepper, and then futilely realizing that my time was up. I press the ring, knowing that there was a 1 of 97 chance that she'll be wearing the earring today (perhaps there was a really fancy charity gala she was attending, unknowing of my supposed death), but hoping that the universe has decided to stop punishing me after my really crappy day.
"Oh my God! Tony!" Lizzie all but screams into the earring.
Hearing her voice after all that has happened renders me speechless, and as I try to say the words that I want to, because I need her to understand, I realize that I don't know how to say what I want to say.
"Tony! Tony, answer me. Tell me your okay."
"I'm fine." I say after a split second.
She'll go into a five-minute ramble. And I don't have enough time for that. This bastard's (the ring, not me) been running for years, who knows when it will shut down. So, I can't let her go into a five-minute ramble. I need her to listen to what I have to say, and make sure she takes care of herself.
"I'm fine Lizzie. But I won't tell you where I am. I won't. Because you'll just come out here looking for me, and I can't let you do that. Right now, you need to focus on keeping yourself and Pepper safe. I need to figure some things out before I come home. I really need you to trust me right now. You can yell at me later."
A moment of silence.
"Okay. Under one condition." She responds with capitulation, although there is something concrete about her tone.
"Ya," I whisper, unable to say something.
"Promise me. You have to promise me Tony, that you won't do anything that's going to get you inevitably killed. Promise me that you won't do something as stupid as New York."
There's a layer of deliberation in her tenor, as if she's weighing every word so that she doesn't say too much. I hate it.
"I promise." I tell her.
"Then I'll see soon." She says definitely, as if there's no room for argument.
The ring makes an odd whirring sound and I lose the one thing that kept me at bay. Before my mind panics, I make a mental collage in my head; Liz, Pepper, Rhodey, Mom, Dad, Aunt Peggy, Jarvis, Anna, and Happy. Then, I take the suit and drag it across the snow, a newfound determination that cuts through me.
I promised that I wouldn't do anything that'll get me killed inevitably.
The key word being inevitably.
Rhodey
If I had just taken the bus that day in collage, I wouldn't be in this mess. I could have avoided bumping into Tony, being fascinated by him, and then becoming his best friend. But, I took that bus to collage, and now I'm hiding behind a intermodal container with said best friend, trying to sneak around the burning humans' headquarters to save my best friend's girlfriend and the president.
Tony's armed with a gun that he probably doesn't know how to use, but I know for sure that he'll find some way to get back at me for sending him in a battle zone without any weapons. And I can't exactly leave him weaponless, now that there is no suit of armour to protect him.
We both peek above the big metal protecting us probably thinking the same thing as we see around 50 armed men and women guarding each entrance, and five of them, jumping down from cargo containers strung up in the air to get to us, the red glow of their skin seeming brighter in the night.
Busted, we both stand up, exposing ourselves to our attackers. My gun is up and in position and Tony's hangs limply on his hand, as he stands there.
"You guys have a plan, right."
Jesus! I aim my gun at the new voice next to me and lift my hands above my head in an abrupt motion when Elizabeth, all suited up, takes a step back in defence.
"Liz, what are you doing here?" Tony speaks my question.
"Jarvis told me where you were. I was worried about you, and then you kept moving from place to place, and then Pepper went missing so I correctly assumed that you were gonna rescue her, and I'm helping. So, I got Jarvis to fill me in on the way and now I'm here, and what do we do about the fire people?" I hear her explanation, but I don't look at her as the 'fire people' stand there, not making a move.
"God I would kill for some armour right now." I say to myself.
"Ya, we need backup." Liz whispers, I suppose she finally understands the weight of the situation.
"A bunch." I agree with her.
"But you've got that covered, don't you?" Liz looks at her brother suspiciously.
To tell the truth, I'm slightly suspicious myself. Tony's a normally chill guy, but he doesn't seem to be worried that he has no combat skills, doesn't know how to use a gun, and is on the naughty list of fire breathing humans.
I hear a familiar crackling, and look at the sky to see a firework. Only, it doesn't burst into a thousand sparks, but formulates into one of Tony's suits and takes position in the sky. It's followed by many more, that fly in and surround the place; each one a different size, colour and shape, probably with different abilities.
"Oh. My. God." I vaguely hear and agree with Liz's breathy statement.
"Merry Christmas Buddy." Tony says, but I don't take my eyes of the hundreds of Iron Mans in the air.
He utters some incomprehensible instructions to Jarvis that I don't pick up in my surprised haze, but I do notice the elaborate sign of the cross and arm gesture he does while saying,
"What are you waiting for? It's Christmas, take them to church."
What happens after is unclear, hazy and beyond any of my understanding. Liz slips an earpiece into my hands and I still stand there, unable to tear my eyes away from the fighting robots.
"So this is how you've been spending your time lately? No wonder Pepper was mad." Liz comments and I don't miss the way Tony immediately sobers up at the mention of Pepper. That woman is the best thing that has ever happened to him!
"Everyone needs a hobby." He says, and then goes off to fire commands to the robots that apparently have names (Tony's such a nerd).
And in perfect timing, a suit flies in and convulses itself around its creator. Before the mask closes in place, I stretch my arms out, awaiting my suit. When I don't feel the familiar cool of metal, I look at him,
"Give me a suit." I stare at him expectantly and he looks almost apologetic.
"Oh, sorry, they're only coded to me. And Liz. And Pepper."
What.
"I got you covered." And with that, he flies away followed by his sister who gives me a back pat instead of a suit.
Liz
"Sir, I've located Ms. Potts."
I hear Jarvis say through my headpiece.
"Hey, I got your back, you get Pepper." I say, flying through the sky, dodging a man who charges through the air at me, only to be swept away by one of Tony's suits.
"Liz, this is dangerous. You need to get away. These guys can burn you with a touch." He sternly tells me.
"Then I won't let them touch me. Tony, you can't do this alone. And both you and I know that I can kick ass better that you and Rhodey combined. So, you go get Pepper, and I'll watch your back. It's pointless to argue when I'm not going to listen." I tell him.
He sighs loudly but doesn't argue after and I spot him walking into a room. Landing on top of the pathway that leads to the door, I make my way into said room, only to receive a hard, burning blow to my stomach. My suit is made of metal so thin and transparent, that it burns off almost immediately, and I'm sent flying into the railing.
I get up despite the pain, and send a powerful jolt of electricity at the asshole that hurt me, only for him to absorb it. It makes him angry though, and he charges at me with a determined purpose. I grab onto the railing and flip myself around him, giving him a hard punch on the temporal bone, which should have knocked him out cold, but only sends him flying on the ground.
"You know, they have two names for me, Fyra and Tricity. I don't know which ones gonna stick, but I think Tricity gave everyone the illusion that I only had electricity. Fyra means four in Latin. I have much more than electricity. And you have fire. So I guess the only way to fight fire, is to use ice."
And before he can even get up, he's stuck in an ice block that'll melt in a couple of hours or so.
"Jarvis, let's try to keep the kill level to a minimum okay." I tell him but I don't wait for a response.
I run into the room, just in time to see Tony splice off Aldrich Killian's hand, said hand slowly growing back, and Pepper falling through the hole that the chopped of hand created. And that was the weirdest sentence I have ever said.
Without thinking, or noticing me, my brother runs in the opposite direction, leaving me with creepy, arm growing guy, that I have a deep hate for. I rub my hands together and take a nice look at the room, itching for my phone to take pictures to show Charlie.
"Well, that's only if you make it back to him."
Oops, I guess I said that aloud.
I glare at Killian, who stares at me with a lethal smile; each step he makes towards me is a promise of pain, for him. He throws the first punch, and of course, I can never keep my mouth shut.
"I will you dick," I freeze my arm and punch him in the stomach, only for the ice to immediately melt off.
"And Charlie's a girl!"
He may have powers, but he's doesn't know how to fight. His punches are expected and slow, and his moves are heavy and repetitive, if this was a battle with Tony, he might have a winning chance, but with me, I would win in a second; if only I know how to punch him back without being burnt.
"I get it, you can fight. But unless you want to end up as toast, you don't want to touch me. Wouldn't want to burn your pretty face." He says, pulling back from me.
It's the only opportunity I need.
Without even aiming, I ice him, not stopping even when the ice grows and thickens, causing me to shiver. When I am content with my glacier, I turn away and leave, not noticing the water that pools on the ground due to the melting ice.
"Killian's down Tony." I tell my brother, picking up the headpiece that fell of earlier while fighting.
"Good, now I need you to leave."
"What." I yell, looking at the remaining soldiers affected by Extremis.
"Rhodey left and I need you to do the same. You said Killian is gone, and I can get Pepper, but I can't focus on her if your here. I need you to promise to leave and meet me with a car outside of this place okay." He sounds stressed and panicked and I know that it would be pointless to argue with him.
"Alright."
And I fly away, hoping for the best.
Pepper
I walk out of the operating theatre, feeling much lighter and peaceful since Tony gave our address to a terrorist that turned out to be a business client. The surging heat that I had felt through my veins for a couple of days is gone, and I find myself excited to see Tony and touch him without the fear of toasting him.
He's the first person I see when I walk into the hallway. Despite the presence of Liz and Rhodey, he's the first and only person I see; it's been like that ever since that kiss on the rooftop so long ago. Much has changed since then; the almost kissed turned into many kisses, my EA position has been upgraded to CEO, and my boss has become my boyfriend.
"We good?" Tony meets me halfway (another change), placing his hands on my shoulders, rubbing tentatively.
"Ya, we're fine." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a much needed kiss.
We pull back to face a smiling (more or less beaming) Liz and a slightly disgusted Rhodey.
"Alright then, let's go." I say, grabbing my bag and coat from the chair.
"Actually, we have one more patient." Tony says from beside me, pointing at his heart.
Which is how I end up here, sitting in front of the same operation theatre, waiting for surgeons to get rid of the shrapnel in Tony's chest. I rub my hands back and forth across my arms (something Tony likes to do when I'm stressed) as I prepare myself for the possible 'I'm sorry, but we did all that we could' from the nurse.
"What's taking so long? I just wish they would let me in. I'm a certified doctor. I should be able to go inside a hospital and ensure that they're doing it right. I mean, what if they remove it wrong. Or they damage or scar one of the major arteries. Why did we let Tony do this again?" Liz rambles, and I'm not entirely sure whom she's talking to.
"Because the shrapnel almost killed him last year. And it'd be nice to have one less thing to worry about. And Tony wouldn't trust them with his life if he weren't sure they knew what they were doing." I reassure her and me.
"You're right. We're all gonna be okay. Your fine, Killian's gone, and Tony will be okay too." She says it like it's a mantra, as if she's been repeating this repeatedly in her head.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, the tension and worry in the room too much for conversation.
"So, Tony thinks there's something going on between you and Steve Rogers."
Crap, I shouldn't have said that.
"He said that!"
Yep. Definitely shouldn't have said that.
"Is there? Cause I thought the same thing when he was staying with us." I ask her, finally voicing my suspicions.
"It's complicated." She breathes out and rubs her face.
"Hey, I'm in love with my ex-boss who just handed over his billion dollar company, flies around in an iron suit, and does stupid things like carrying missiles into wormholes that lead to space." It sounded much better in my head, but it just makes me sound miserable.
"Well, I have feelings for a man that has been frozen in ice ever since World War 2, is exceptionally miserable in the 21st century, has a weird feud with my brother, was the love of my aunt's life, and was BFFs with my dad." I tell her and I take a moment to look away and racket my brains for some proper advice.
In the end, I come up with none.
"I don't know Liz. But take it from me, it's not one sided." I tell her the only thing I'm positive of.
"Thanks Pep."
When I first met Liz, she was a relief from all things Tony Stark. Although she was brought up and lived in the same manner as the man, her openness and positivity to life was always refreshing after dealing with rich morons day after day. The extravagant lifestyle didn't mean a damn to her, she still shopped at Macys and Forever 21 and went to Walmart for discounts and Shoppers to gain Optimum Points.
She became a friend, when it became apparent that I wasn't going to leave Tony in the near future. At first she was nice and polite, still under the impression that I would be gone after a week. It was only after 3 months into the job that she decided to have a girl's day out; a tradition that continues every month, only now, we have Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff or Charlotte McCoy joining us.
She became crucial when my feelings for Tony became imperative. Her opinion mattered the most, because if there was one thing anyone knew about Tony Stark (even the average 6 year old) was that his sister was the centre of his universe (It was literally in my job contract; Page 7, appendix 3: I, Virginia Potts, am in an understanding that if Elizabeth Maria Stark, displays any sort of distaste or disapproval of me or my operational proficiency, I will be fired immediately) and so, it became necessary for her to like me. We were on a friendly basis before, but now, I would go as far to say, that apart from Tony, she has become my confidant.
The door to the room opens and out walks Tony Stark, in all his grace and confidence as if he went in there for a sauna rather than getting pieces of glass from his heart removed. The doctor, looking tired and exasperated, walks out, massaging her head.
"I tried to tell him that he should rest overnight but he was adamant to go home. The anaesthesia will wear off in an hour and so he's going to need medical support." She tells us apologetically.
Liz and I share a glance, knowing that there is no arguing with Tony on this, the man hates hospitals as much as the world hates Loki.
"That's alright doctor, we'll give him good care back at home." Liz reassures the doctor in her professional tone (the one with less ramblings and more authority) and the doctor walks away, presumably happy to get rid of Mr. Stark.
He holds his arm out for me to take and I intertwine my arms around it and rest my head on his biceps, savouring the kiss that I feel on top of my head.
Liz pulls up at the front of the hospital (when did she leave?) and yells through the window.
"Alrighty my awesome family, now that one nightmare's over, let's go home and cross our fingers that we don't get a second one."
So which name do you like better? Tricity or Fyra. I cannot decide!
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