"I can assure you Miss King, your accompaniment nor presence is not necessary" a man said as I continued to walk toward the elevator on the ground floor of the Avengers Tower•.

"I can assure you, it is. From what I hear, the last time Stark went unsupervised he accidentally created a robot that tried to destroy the world, with the same luck he'll most likely end up creating zombies instead of properly raising the dead."

I punched the elevator button and to my surprise it opened immediately, usually you have to wait for those kind of things. The man who had tried to stop me from entering the main tower seemed to have realized that I wasn't going to be stopped, so he let me go.

Once I was in the elevator I noticed there was no button panel, there was only a touch screen that was currently black.

"Good morning Miss King, my name is Friday, is there something I can help you with today?" A soft and lightly Irish accented voice asked.

"It's nice to meet you Friday, I'm looking for Mr. Stark" I said, trying my best to sound patient.

There was a brief pause, I guessed she was scanning for a location. "Fifth floor" she said eventually.

"Thank you" I said hitting the right button once the touch pad lit up. I always found myself responding to AI as if they were a real person. I never found it odd (hence why I did it) but some people looked at me funny when I would say please and thank you to nearly every request I made to a robotic assistance machine. It was just habit for me.

I tapped my foot as I waited for the elevator to reach it's destination. Once it did, I crossed my arms in a defensive and leisurely manor and I wandered out. I was in some sort of research lab, it seemed empty until I heard a voice.

"Looking for something King? The sudden voice made me jump. I looked over to see Tony typing away on some super technical computer. That was only a glass screen with some sort of projection for the imagery.

"The vials were supposed to stay with me, Tony" I said in a monotonous tone. I didn't care that he was my new boss, I cared about my terms being upheld.

"And they are" he countered, "you transferred over to me and so did they."

"They still belong to me, I never signed or said anything that said otherwise" I said, my temper slowly growing shorter.

"You never specified" he said, tipping a screwdriver in my direction.

"No, I didn't, you wanna know why? Because anyone else would have actually respected my request." I stormed over to where he stood and snatched up the two little vials that he had in a wooden rack "I get it, it's just a little serum in a little glass container, but at the end of the day, it's mine. And to be frank, I don't quite trust your judgement with these kind of things. Besides, isn't biochemistry not quite your thing?"

"No, it's not, but I've got this friend- excels in the field, great guy, level headed."

I decided to just sigh and give in to the whole situation, seeing as though I wasn't going to get anywhere with arguing. I walked over to here he was standing and hooked my foot around a rolling chair and popping down on the seat.

"So aside form theft, have you actually found anything on the components?" I asked.

"Well it's hard to get a read on the chemical components, therefore understanding what it's made of is going to be hard."

"So, that means no."

"A very frustrated no" I sighed when he said this. I figured it might help if I spoke more of his language; science.

"We, I mean more she was trying to produce a dependable source of stand-in biomaterials and tissues as well as an auto-vascular liquid so that we could move past needing parts from a different body, seeing as though donors are hard to come by in the time they are needed. She designed it under the idea of a universal donor; the "o" patient. It was designed to potentially be tailored to specific individuals, which may prevent rejection due to donor-recipient non-compadibility. If we can illuminate the risk of rejection then we can can limit the use of immunosuppressive drugs."

"But it's not a transplant based treatment."

"Is it not?" I asked, challengingly.

He stared at me with scrutinizing eyes, "I though you said you're not a science kid."

"When you're in a lab with people talking about that stuff for long enough, you pick up on it after awhile" I shrugged.

"But its not a transplant based treatment because that can't happen, it's not Kree or Martian, therefore there would be no donor."

"Its based on the theory of transplants, not the actual practice."

"So who was this actually used on? You said there were five original vials, what happen to the other three?"

I swallowed uncomfortably "well one went to your friend obviously, one went to a field agent in France and the other... well the other went to me" I admitted, wincing when his face lit up like a kid at christmas.

"You died? Like actually died, kicked the bucket, met your maker-" he hung his neck to the side about to make another jab, but I cut him off.

"Yes, I was shot the day that SHIELD was compromised, we weren't done with the testing of the serum, but I was already dead, so what harm would it do."

"Well King, You're a science miracle" Stark concluded.

"Speaking of miracles, I'd like to actually work with mine today."

"The Maximoff kid? Yeah, why not? He'll be at the new base with his sister. I actually think I'll join you" he said tossing down a tool in hand.

The trip to the facility was quiet, yet not very awkward. It was located in the more rural parts of the New York state, hidden by insanely green trees and pedicured lawns.

Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the building. It had the look of something newly built. With many windows and a low to ground design, it was simple and discrete besides the big "A" on the side. I was stopped at the door, Stark had to intervene and convince the serious looking security guards that I was indeed with hime and not some dopey-eyed kid who just wanted to meet the avengers.

The sound of shoes hitting the fancy concrete floors got my attention, I turned around to see who it was. Wanda was there smiling at me. She looked polished, her skin was clear of the dirt and stress that had muddled it earlier, her hair was clean and neatly styled.

"I'm gonna leave you, don't break anything and if anyone yells at you for being her tell them to go find me" Stark said, patting my arm as a sign of good luck. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at Wanda

"It is good to see you again" she said with a grin. "Come on, I'll take you to Pietro."


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