Tony's thumbs were hurting. They were still hurting even while they rested on his thighs as he waited for the doctor to finish examining the girl. He had been shifting through the information on his phone too fast earlier, but he just couldn't help it.
Finally, there was something that could take his mind away from those awful memories. When this girl asked him for his help, he couldn't help but jump at the distraction. His mind could remain deterred.
He knew that he rushed the decision. He honestly hadn't thought about it at all. Only once he was in the elevator, going up to the med floor, did he realize the risks he was taking. He didn't even realize it by himself, Jarvis had to remind him.
Protocol NA-021, a standard procedure that Jarvis conducts the moment a stranger crosses direct paths with Tony. It consisted of a full background check of the individual, including familial relations, facial recognition, academic achievements, social media posts and even medical records. Within a half-hour, Tony would be able to trace a person's life from birth to the moment he met them.
It was a more recent addition to his protocols and had been put through a major overhaul after the Natalie Rushman incident.
Currently, Tony could feel his phone buzzing in his jacket pocket as each new piece of information was sent to his phone. Surprisingly, the updates were few and far between. He would have expected that a teenager would have a large prominence on social networks. That would be the first red flag then. He ignored the information for now, however. He was more focused on getting the girl - what was her name? It was some kind of red.
He could always check later.
The point was that he wanted to get her injuries taken care of before he did any snooping. The kid at least deserved that. She had been brave to do what she did, though Tony also thought that it was the stupidest thing she could have done. She had no training. She didn't know what to do if she got herself stuck in a serious situation. Well, she was already in a serious situation, but what if she made it worse? Tony wouldn't want anyone going in there, no matter what their moral reasonings were, not unless they were prepared for what they might face.
Which brought another question to mind.
Why didn't she just run off screaming like everyone else did? What made her want to stay? What would make a person want to stay?
As Tony brought his attention to the figure on the observation table, he noticed the hard, determined look in her eyes. She looked ready for a fight. It took a few moments for him to also notice the doctor was scolding her about running into the building.
And instantly, he knew.
It wasn't in her nature. She couldn't sit on the sidelines and watch when she knew people were suffering. She had to put herself into action. Kinda like the Cap.
It was a dangerous quality to have.
He shook himself from his thoughts and brought his regard back to real time. Heaving a sigh, he looked to the doctor.
"So what's the diagnosis, Doc?" The man's glasses caught the overhead light as he turned to face Tony, his face a picture of 'old man confused'. After a moment the man seemed to realize he was talking to him.
"Well," He started, looking down at his clipboard. "She has a concussion from that bump on her head. I cleaned it up and it doesn't look like she'll need any stitches for that." The man gestured to the bandage on her forehead as he spoke. "The burns, however, are a whole other matter. She has second-degree burns on her arms, probably from pulling out people from the rubble, if there was fire in the building. But it's her back that I'm concerned about."
As he said it he had the girl turn. Her clothes were torched, black patches of skin covered her back. The obvious damage shocked him. How did neither of them notice this?
"She has a series of third-degree burns. She must have been very close to the blast when it went off and I'd imagine that she hadn't noticed it because the burns probably damaged her nerves." The table groaned ominously as the girl shifted, uncomfortable. "They'll take a while to heal but while they do, I would recommend trying to keep any pressure off your back. I can prescribe some salve for the burns, but that's about all I can do for her." The man said the last part as he turned to face the billionaire again.
Tony took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank's, doc. That'd be great. Could you get that for us?" The doctor started to walk out before turning back to face the girl.
"I'll need a name for the prescription and the paperwork." The girl blinked slowly and turned to look at the man, slowly realizing that he was talking to her. Tony guessed everyone was a bit sluggish today.
"Oh, Miller. Scarlet Miller." The doctor gave her a small smile before leaving the room.
Tony was still looking at the burns on her back. Was she that close to the explosion? If so, they could locate where the blast had come from and make it that much easier to figure out what had happened.
Tony's mind was already starting to run through possible scenarios. Calculations of how large the blast had to be and how powerful it had to be. The building, while old, was still very solid. It would take more than a stick of TNT to take it down. Was this an organized attack then? There wasn't anything of value in the area, it wouldn't make sense to blow up the building.
"Thank you."
The small voice surprised Tony. When he looked towards the source of the voice, he found the girl was staring at her hands, her back hunched. If it weren't for the fact that the girl was fighting to keep her eyes focused on anything but him, Tony would have thought that he was hearing things.
"You're welcome, now what are you thanking me for?"
"You really don't have to help me, but you chose to anyway. I," Miller paused, thinking her words through. "I appreciate it."
"I haven't even done anything yet." Tony replied with honest confusion. What was she talking about? He hadn't even started the process of finding - was it her dad? Tony really needed to work on retaining information.
"So you didn't get me out of a crumbling building? You didn't just agree to help me? You didn't take me to your special little hospital because the others would, and I quote 'hurt me more than help me'?" The girl - Scarlet, that was it - finally looked at him. "You've already done a lot, though I can't possibly imagine why."
Tony felt stunned, he hadn't considered it that way. If he thought about it, most of those reasons didn't count. He would save anyone from a collapsing building. Agreeing to help her was (a) because she had nowhere to go, no one to call, and (b) he already owed her mother a favor, one he was sure the woman had earned.
He did remember Jane. It came as a surprise to him that the name was so recognizable. His memory was a bit vague but he still could recognize her, which was saying something, considering how little he remembered of other people he worked with in the past. She was his original Pepper. Before the Ironman, mind you. She had worked with him for a little over a year if he was remembering correctly.
He couldn't, however, remember just what she did that Tony felt he needed to repay. Maybe it was just a farewell thing, a thanks for all the work she had done for him, but no, the IOU was on the back of his 22nd birthday invitation. She didn't resign until after.
He was pretty sure that the note was legitimate. It was his normal wake-me-before-I-can-even-think-to-give-a-fuck scrawl and he probably hadn't had any coffee yet. He was still going to have Jarvis analyze it, but he was sure it was going to turn out positive.
He was aware of the fact that this could all be false. The girl might not even be related to Jane. She could just be some kid off the street who somehow managed to get that slip, however unlikely it was. Tony wasn't dismissing this reality yet, but he found it harder to believe that than Jane having a daughter.
Tony knew there was a third reason for all this, buried under all these excuses he made for himself, but he wouldn't ever admit it.
Never.
It took a moment for Tony to realize that he hadn't responded to the girl yet. The topic was a touchy one. She wanted an answer to her unspoken question but he wasn't prepared to give her one. Instead, he decided it was time for a topic change.
"I didn't know that Jane had a daughter."
The girl, who was slightly hunched before, sat up straighter, though Tony could tell the burns on her back pained her when she did so. She winced slightly and shifted on the bench.
"From what you told me before, there were a lot of things you didn't know about her." She smiled slightly but otherwise, her face remained blank. Tony nodded.
"I'll give you that. I didn't really keep track of what happened to her after she left. She seemed more of the reserved type. Wouldn't like me keeping tabs on her." Tony knew how true those words were and, with each slight vibration of his phone, he felt himself being weighed down by guilt.
Jane would have to know that he wouldn't have snooped if it weren't necessary, right? It was a strange feeling, this guilt. Usually, he wouldn't fret over running a background check, but Tony remembered how private she was. He only knew a few things about her while she worked with him.
He knew of her love for the oldies, especially anything on vinyl. She had a boyfriend or a husband, possibly a brother, she kept his picture on her desk. She absolutely hated her nickname, Olive. Tony always enjoyed that one, though he knew not to use it too often, the lady had a mean streak. When they didn't have to go anywhere, she would always take off her heels. Obie would berate her for walking around the office with her shoes off. Tony would take his off as well just to piss him off.
A smile came to his face as he recalled these memories, but as soon as Obadiah came to mind he frowned. Thinking about Stane only brought bad memories of shouting and pain and blue columns of flames. Now was not the time to think of him.
The girl must have noticed the emotions cross over his face because her stoic face was quickly marred by a frown.
"So how old are you then? Can't be older than 18, Jane didn't have a kid when she worked at SI." Tony leaned back in he chair hoping the doctor would get there faster so the awkward air would be dispelled. The girl muttered something to herself, too low for him to hear. Tony didn't have time to wonder what she said before she was answering his question.
"I'm 16. Turning 17 in August." So Jane had a kid a little over two years after she resigned. Interesting, Tony had never taken her for the type that would ever settle down, especially at such a young age.
"August? That's only a month away." The girl's brown hair bobbed as she gave a sharp nod. "I'll send you a present when it comes."
"How long do you think it might take to find him?" The question was more of a blurt, as if she had been wanting to ask it but didn't want to seem rude. Tony had been expecting the question, however.
"It shouldn't take long. A week at most, that's only if he was trying to keep it a secret." Tony wasn't really paying attention to the conversation anymore. Thoughts raced through his head faster than a formula one car, trust him to know how fast that was.
Jane had a daughter. A daughter that didn't really resemble her all that much. She didn't have her green eyes or blonde hair. Instead, they were both a fiery brown. Tony could get over that, those genetics were hard to obtain, what with melanin being a stronger pigment, especially if only one of the parents in questions had the rare chromosome.
She did however slightly resemble Jane. It was her face. It was like a mini version of Jane if she were 16 and had a bump on her head.
Tony's attention was taken away as he noticed that the buzzing in his pocket had stopped. So Jarvis had found everything he could then. He supposed he should start looking at the information.
Right.
He would do that.
Later probably.
When the girl wasn't around to notice.
Tony shoved his hand into his pocket and rubbed his thumb over the small camera on the back of the phone. What if she was lying? He would have to throw her out he supposed. It would be interesting though, to see what she truly wanted, even if she had lied. But it would be idiotic to do so, the team would never allow it.
But what if they didn't know?
Tony startled at the thought. Just what was he thinking? He couldn't do that. If she was lying he couldn't help her. He couldn't put the team at risk like that. He would just have to hope that she wasn't lying.
What was he so afraid of anyway? So what if she was lying? No harm on his part. He could just send her back to wherever she came from and be done with it.
His heart twinged a little when the thought passed.
Why?
Why did he care?
Because you know that her problem is a great distraction. A voice whispered in the back of his mind. You don't have to think about that when you're helping her.
Oh great, now he's hearing things.
Suddenly, Tony jumped out of his seat to keep his mind from going any further. The girl startled for a moment and then opened her mouth to speak but Tony beat her to it.
"I'm going to go see what's taking the doc. Get your things together and we'll get out of this place." Tony shivered for dramatic effect. "Gives me the hebejebes." Tony started towards the door, the other brunette snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Hebejebes? How old are you, 60?" Tony frowned for a moment before leaving the room, not overlooking the quiet laughter that followed behind him.
Deciding to let the jibe at his ego slip, Tony, instead, focused on finding the doctor who had fled to find the prescription. It only took a few seconds for him to find the older man hunched over by the prescriptions counter. He walked up to the doctor and clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"All ready, doc?" Tony asked looking at the small paper bag in his hand. The other man turned slowly and blinked. He held up the bag and nodded.
"This has oxycodone and the burn cream in it. Have her take the oxycodone twice a day, once every 12 hours and make sure she eats something when she takes them. The balm needs to be applied 1-2 times daily until the redness fades. If you forget anything, the instructions are in the bag." The doctor held the bag out in the air for a few moments, waiting for Tony to grab it.
After a few awkward seconds, Tony twitched and took the bag from his hand. His head bobbed slowly and he quickly looked inside the bag to check the contents.
"Okay, we'll check ourselves out then." Tony started to walk away from the man but at the last second he remembered something and turned back to the doctor.
"Hey, uh, just one more question." The man raised his eyebrows and Tony took it as a sign to continue. "Is there anything for anxiety in here?" The doctor frowned and shook his head slowly, eyeing Tony. For a moment Tony felt like his problems were stamped on his forehead for all the world to see before he calmed himself down and pushed forward. "The EMT said that she had a panic attack after the building collapsed. He said it was most likely from the stress of the event but I just wanted to double check." The doctor was nodding along as Tony spoke, a small crease between his brows appeared.
"I'd say he was most likely right. I don't want to prescribe any anti-anxiety medication since it was most likely a one-time occurrence. However, in case it happens again, I would recommend staying close to her for the next 48 hours. If no symptoms appear then I'd say she's fine. If it does turn out to be a problem, let me know and I'll get something for her."
"Okay, in the meantime, what do I do if she has another attack?"
"Get her to a quiet environment and, if you can, try to identify and remove the trigger of the episode. Have her focus on her breathing, you'll most likely have to walk her through it. Often, medical responders will place the other's hand on their chest so they can feel the breathing as well. If that's not working try to engage a conversation with her. Never leave her alone if she is having an attack, it would most likely worsen the situation."
Tony took in this information silently. He had watched the EMT do that while trying to calm the girl down. At first, he hadn't known what was going on, but the young man instantly ran over to her, identifying the problem and shutting it down in seconds. All he can remember was thinking 'Is that what I looked like?'
At the time the girl looked absolutely terrified. Her face was turning red and some other sickly shade all at once. Her eyes looked about ready to pop out of their sockets and she was digging her nails into her arms as her gazed shifted around rapidly. Then when she came down from her panic, she looked years older than she should have. The paramedic must have thought so too because he swaddled her in a blanket around her shoulders and over her head.
Just like the depictions of Mother Mary in the stain glass windows of the Catholic church his mother used to take him to while he was younger. Except Mary didn't have panic attacks, she wasn't covered in burns and she definitely didn't wear crop tops and skinny jeans.
Tony thanked the doctor again and walked away without a glance back. As he was walking back he noticed Scarlet slip out of the room. Her backpack was huddled to her chest as she tiptoed away from the door, her eyes searching.
"Hey, kid!" Tony said, catching her attention. "You ready to blow this popsicle stand?" Scarlet sneered.
"Oh God, you really are old." Tony frowned and gestured to the elevator.
"I'll be sure to send you a card when you turn 40." He grumbled back as they filed into the lift. The elevator automatically started to rise and the two shuffled their feet for a moment, stealing quick glances while they thought the other wasn't looking.
Tony frowned down at his feet after their eyes met for the third time. What should he do? Isn't there something against setting into a search for your father right after you've been blown up? Should he make her lay down or is she okay?
"Should I be leaving the hospital?" Miller asked turning towards the billionaire slightly.
"Ah, well, that clinic isn't really an overnight place and if there is an emergency we can have someone sent up within a minute. You do, however, raise a good point. J, take us to the 67th floor please."
"Of course, Sir." The electronic butler replied as the lift slowly came to a stop. The doors opened soundlessly and Tony strutted onto the floor. The girl, like before, followed, cautiously.
"Well, what do you think?" Tony asked spreading his arms out and looking around the room. The girl mainly stared at him in confusion before looking around as well.
"What is this?"
"It's an extra floor. Normally it's used for business partners that come a long way for a negotiation, but it hasn't been used yet due to the constant construction."
"Why would you need an extra floor for that?"
"Set them up with free room and board and they are a lot more likely to agree to your proposal." Miller seemed to consider this for a moment before agreeing.
"Smart."
"Plus, they get to be in my charming presence all the while." Tony added, clapping his hands together and smiling. The girl leveled him with a serious look and rolled her eyes.
"Not so smart." She turned to look at the rest of the room.
"Ouch," The man pressed a hand to his chest, right above the reactor. "That smarts." When she faced him again she was trying to hold back a smile. Tony took this opportunity to ask her a question that had been on his mind. "I need to ask you," He began, the girl frowning for a moment before nodding. "Where were you when the bomb went off? If those burns came from the initial blast then it would be easier to figure out where the bomb originated."
She took a deep breath as she tried to remember. Tony waited as she wracked her memories, his hands fidgeting with a loose thread in his pocket. He was never a very patient person.
"I was on the park bench right outside Central Park. I hadn't really noticed much, before or after the explosion. That's all I can really say."
"Was there anyone around who might have stood out to you? Who, I don't know, looked shifty?" Tony asked making flamboyant hand gestures to help make his point.
"Shifty?" She asked incredulously.
"Yes, shifty. Up to no good. Did they wear a ski-mask and have a handlebar mustache?" Tony replied, unamused.
"You wouldn't be able to tell if they had a mustache if they were wearing a ski-mask." Scarlet pointed out, a smirk plastered on her face.
"You know what I mean." The billionaire said narrowing his eyes. Scarlet laughed a little before thinking back once more.
"Nothing that I can remember, it's all a bit fuzzy." She frowned and rubbed her forehead. 'Probably the start of a headache' Tony thought. 'I shouldn't push this while she has that bump on her head.'
"It's okay if you don't remember. I don't expect you to. You have a nasty bump on your head, don't stress it. Anyways, Why don't you go get cleaned up? You look like you lost a few rounds with a wildfire."
"Haha, very funny." She turned to walk away before stopping. "Um, where do I go?" Tony pointed to a hall to his right.
"End of the hall. That's the main bedroom, there should be a bathroom in there as well. Just tell, Jarvis if you need anything." Tony stretched out his arm to look at his watch. 10:49 pm. "Try and get some rest too. These are the pills and burn cream from the clinic, instructions should be in there." He held out the small prescription bag.
Scarlet reached out for the bag and took it lightly, a small frown on her face.
"We aren't going to start looking today?" Tony shook his head in response.
"It's pretty late and you've been through a lot today. Plus I have a few things to finish up before we can start." She gave him a flat look.
"You're sending me to bed like a toddler." Tony nearly laughed at the idea.
"Yeah, I'm sending you to bed. Do you need a bottle too or are we good?" The girl frowned and turned down the hall, shouting a goodnight over her shoulder.
Tony sighed, his shoulders drooping a little. Perhaps he should get some rest as well.
Jarvis's voice came softly through the speakers.
"Sir, the results of protocol NA-021 are finished and ready for review." Tony huffed, an internal war raging once again. What would he do if he found out she was lying to him? Maybe he shouldn't even review the file at all. No that was even more stupid. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration before starting towards the elevator.
A faint buzz in his pocket distracted him. He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked it.
'Where are you? Thor and Bruce are worried. You just disappeared. - Steve'
Tony felt a small tug of guilt when he read this. That was it then, he would review the file. If she was lying, he couldn't help her, promise to her mother or not. He couldn't put any member of the team in danger, even if the threat was only a 16-year-old girl.
He had just steeled himself when a head peeked out from around the corner to find Tony waiting for the elevator. It was the girl, her hair out of her bun and part of it falling in her face.
"Mr. Stark?"
"It's Tony, kid." The girl hummed before continuing.
"Thank you again. For everything" Just like that, the girl disappeared, he could hear her footsteps as she ran back down the hall. And also just like that, Tony felt another pang in his chest.
He had to look at the reactor, it might be malfunctioning.
The elevator opened and Tony hesitated before entering. The doors closed quietly, the carriage unmoving.
"Where to, Sir?" Jarvis asked. Tony paused before answering. He should probably check in with the team rather than head straight into the shop. The Cap did say that Bruce and Thor were worried.
"Community floor. I need to check in with everyone." A second later the doors slid open and the inventor stepped out. He pulled his phone out of his pocket so he would have something to fidget with while the barrage of lectures was pelted at him.
Would he even be yelled at? They were definitely going to ask him some questions, especially if anyone saw Scarlet get in the car with him. Tony wasn't ready to explain that one to them yet. He hadn't gone over her file yet and they were a paranoid lot. No one would be comfortable with her here and no proof that she was OK.
But, when he stepped out, he saw that everyone was sitting completing their after action reports. Oh good, he might be able to slip out unnoticed. He could check in later, explain everything then when he knew if the girl was staying or not. Tony started to sneak around the corner to get to his lab doors, by the time they opened no one would be the wiser and no one could stop him.
He should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
With two secret spy assassins, a super soldier with advanced hearing, a wanted man on the lamb for years, and god all on one team, he was kinda dense to think he could sneak past them. Just two seconds after deciding to head to the shop he heard a chorus of "Stark."
The billionaire winced and turned to find all of the aforementioned members of said team glaring holes into him.
"Where were you?" Steve spoke first, setting his pen on the counter.
"Yeah man, you just left us all there to deal with the cleanup!" Clint interjected, non-to helpfully Tony might add.
"I was taking care of something else." Tony responded, his mind running a hundred miles an hour to come up with a good excuse for bailing on them.
"Fury just said that this team took top priority." Natasha began. "What else could you have needed to do?"
"She's right," Steve supported. "This team is brand new. We can't just run around and do other things. Until this team has a good reputation and is in a good place with the public and the government, we can't just run off without telling anyone what we're doing, especially after a fight. This team is priority number one, nothing changes that."
"Look, I was following up on a lead, okay? You happy?"
"What lead?" Clint snapped, 'probably still angry about the cleanup' Tony thought.
"That girl, the one who ran into the building, she had burns all over her so I made sure she got checked out by a real doctor. Turns out she was close to the initial blast, her back is covered in 3rd-degree burns." Tony decided he might as well show them, Bruce is probably the only one who would understand his ramblings.
He walked up to the counter, everybody gathering behind him. He waved his hand and a display popped up. Showing a building, a park bench, and a decoy.
"From what the girl said, she was sitting here when the blast went off. That would mean that the blast was strong enough to shake the foundations of the building while the explosion was short range with extreme temperatures." The hologram showed a pulse spread out from behind the bench, the decoy pushed to the ground. And head towards the building. One of the support beams of the building turned red and snapped. Formulas ran on the side as it calculated the strength and size of the blast.
"Why is the source all the way back here? Shouldn't it be closer to the building?" Thor asked looking at the inventor. Bruce answered before Tony could, however.
"You said the burn marks were on her back?" Bruce asked, Tony nodded to confirm. "That would mean that the blast came from behind her if she is this decoy on the park bench." Tony nodded excitedly.
"Exactly, the force of the blast, which would be this pulse, knocked her over and disrupted the foundations of the building, causing it to collapse."
"How could an explosion do that if the blast was all the way across the street?" Steve asked frowning. "In my experience, a building doesn't go down unless the explosion is close."
"Right, but sometimes, depending on the mechanics and chemicals, the shockwave can cause just as much, possibly more, damage than the original blast." Tony continued.
"So what are you saying?" Natasha asked, her face as stoic as ever.
"I'm saying that this could either be an accident or it isn't."
"Well, that's helpful, thanks." Barton grumbled.
"Look at the surrounding buildings." The hologram zooms out and shows the business surrounding the area. "There is nothing here that sticks out, no potential targets. I mean maybe this attack was personal but other than that I don't see why anyone would want to attack this area."
"So we'll start looking into personal information," Steve said, he gave a sharp nod. "I'll talk to Fury."
"Great," Tony clapped his hands and started his retreat to his shop. "I'll just-"
"Do you really think you can skip out on your after action report, again?" Steve asked turning to face the fleeing billionaire. For a moment, Tony stood in place with his thumb point back towards his lab. He tilted his head to show he was thinking and then nodded.
"Well, I did it once so… yeah." With that, the man quickened his pace to the doors of his lab. Hearing a yell behind him, he smothered a laugh as the doors slid shut behind him.
Sweet sanctuary. He took a breath and looked around the room once as the lights flickered to life before walking over to a monitor and sitting down. Immediately the screens turned on and a list of projects took up half of one screen while the others remained blank. Tony took note of the small project list but his attention was diverted as Jarvis spoke.
"Should I pull up the review of Miss. Scarlet Miller, Sir?" Tony nodded stiffly as watched as information appeared on the screens. He frowned when all the information had been pulled.
"Is this all, J?" The man said leaning forward and starting to filter through the information. Birth certificate, passport, and other official documentation were all present but there was little to no trace of Scarlet on the internet. No Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or any kind of social media account.
"This is all I have found on all servers. Facial recognition found a few pictures of her on her acquaintance's accounts but I could not find an account that belonged to her." As he spoke multiple images popped up, showing Scarlet with friends or what looked like family. One, in particular, caught his eye, she was looking under the hood of an old junker. A work light hung above her head, she didn't seem to notice that someone had taken a picture of her, too focused on the rusty bolts she was staring at. Tony looked at the caption below, by Green Valley Chop Shop, 'Letting the rookie have a swing at old Bernadette.'
So the girl was a grease monkey? Filtering through the other few pictures, he found that she played softball for a while from a team photo a couple years back. Other than that there were just random pictures off Instagram that had something akin to 'besties 4ever 3' plastered in the comment section.
Usually, social media was how Tony could peg a person. The kinds of things they would post, their friends, the groups they joined. But there was barely anything for him to go off of. Maybe she wasn't allowed to have any accounts. Tony had heard of kids in the past that weren't allowed to have a social media account until they were an adult. He couldn't, however, imagine Jane as being one of those parents.
Then again, the girl said that she didn't have a phone. That would speak for the fact that she didn't have any accounts like Instagram, but sites that could be accessed by computer were far more common with kids that aren't allowed to have a social media account. They often create an account under a false name or borrow a friends.
"How did all the legal check out? Are there any red flags?" Tony asked, still frowning at the lack of presence on the internet.
"Mrs. Millers official documents are all legitimate and accounted for." That inventor hummed in response, leaning back in his seat.
"What about her schooling?"
"Mrs. Miller was placed into Pima County school district at age 5." A hologram popped up to the left of the screens, displaying yearly report cards. Tony swiveled around to watch as the information passed over the screen. "Average grades until third grade where they become erratic before plummeting towards the end of the year. Since then she was placed into the Special Education program and has been slightly below the average student." Another screen came to life next to that one. "I suspect the sudden fall in grades originated from her diagnoses of Attention Deficit Disorder."
Tony leaned further back in his chair and digested this information. Though she doesn't have much of a presence on the web, Jarvis said that all her personal information checked out. He still wasn't sure though, he didn't have any information to tell him what kind of person she was. If he was going to let her stay here he needed to be sure she wasn't going to cause trouble.
"Jarvis." Tony began.
"Sir?"
"What is your opinion?" The inventor asked, genuinely curious.
"There is not enough data to accurately conclude-"
"J, don't' give me the runaround. What do you think?" The brunette cut in, suppressing a smirk. There was a lull in the conversation, Tony knew that Jarvis was secretly sorting through all the information and footage available to him.
"I believe," A small pause. "That Miss. Miller's intentions are true." Tony gave up trying to suppress his smirk and he nodded slightly.
"So that's that then."
Welcome to the tower, Miss. Miller.
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I know, I am absolutely terrible.
So let's get this out of the way now. I am horrible at updating. Sorry, I was born a procrastinator (3 days late on the delivery day). I just finished Finals Week at school and now I have a lot of extra time two work on this story. But this extra time will only last for about 3 weeks so I am going to try and write as much as I can in that time frame.
For some reason, I had a really tough time getting through this chapter. I knew what I wanted to happen but I just couldn't make it happen without it being somewhat strange. In other news, I found my old notes for this story that I thought had found its way to Pandora's Box. It makes it easier for me, now I don't have to rethink a bunch of the story. Woot! Woot!
Anyways, it's currently 4 in the morning and I plan on spending the rest of the day writing the next chapter (but actually in my bed with Ramen and Nexflix).
What do you guys think? I would love to hear your opinions! Like it, if you liked, if you'd like! Follow me, or don't. I mean it'd be nice. Leave a comment/review and I'll see you next time!
~Insiga