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Bakers Dozen: Imagine the sights and smells of a bakery and write.
Two months later:
Elena woke up ready for the day. She'd found that living in New York was the best choice she could have picked. No calls were coming from her mother asking her why she couldn't be a successful doctor in Georgia like her sister, or why she couldn't be normal like her sister, or why she couldn't move into the house down the block from them like her sister had. She always saw a pattern of some kind in the words her mother spoke at her, she'd never quite figured out what it was though. She rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom.
After completing her morning routine she sighed and stared into her closet. It was filled with cheep shirts, skirts, dresses, and short shorts to wear under those skirts and dresses. She had a plethora of shirts though. Her 'abilities' saw to her ruining shirts whenever her body decided to spontaneously change into something different.
Shaking herself out of her wandering mind to the spontaneity in her life that she couldn't control, she sighed again. It was too early in the morning to be thinking this deep about how sad her life was. She needed coffee and it was her day off.
With her new goal in mind, Elena pulled on a pair of red skinny jeans, a flowing grey sweater shirt, a pale pink scarf was wrapped around her neck, and a pair of navy blue Converse were pulled onto her feet. Nodding in approval of her outfit she grabbed her bag and left her building.
It was nice enough out so she decided to walk to the bakery downtown and get a coffee and some breakfast. Maybe this way I will stop thinking about my 'abilities' she thought.
Walking into the bakery she breathed in deeply and smelled the mixed aroma that would make anyone feel at home; fresh baked bread, coffee, and donuts. Walking up to the counter and ordering, she paid before sitting down in an empty table near the door and away from the busy area on the other side where the line had backed up.
As she sat eating her donut and drinking her treasured coffee she felt a twitch go through her body. She sighed and crinkled her eyebrows trying to decide if she had the time to finish her coffee before making a run for it. She figured she did and took a greedy sip before the feeling of eyes on her made her look up. She saw no one and shrugged it off, this was a busy bakery so it stood to reason that someone might glance at her every once in a while. The twitch returned with a vengeance and she sighed irritably as she realized she would probably not get the chance to finish her coffee.
Springing from her seat, she practically ran from the little building. She turned into the nearest concealed ally and hid as she felt the slight twinge of pain followed by the sound of her shirt ripping in the back. Sighing she sat behind a dumpster to wait this out and hope it went away quicker than last time when they wouldn't go away for almost two hours.
What Elena didn't know was that in her panic to get out of the bakery, she didn't see the man that followed her. This was the same man that had been looking at her when she wrote it off as a glance from a stranger. He watched from the shadows at the entrance of the ally as this seemingly normal girl had something big happen while in public, but people walked by none the wiser. He watched as she curled up and sat behind a dumpster, hidden from sight to anyone who wasn't looking. He watched her and got lost in thought about this girl, then got into his car and had his driver drive him back to the tower he called home.
This man was none other than Anthony Edward Stark, who still had the ability to add another person to his crime fighting team no questions asked. He had been going through SHIELD's files for months trying to find someone so he wasn't the only one who hadn't invited someone, but he had come up empty and he had not seen her file anywhere. He sat down in his private lab with a grin and sat back, it was going to be a fun night.
"JARVIS, I want you to scan any security footage we can get from the city and pin point anyone who meets the description I'm going to give you."
"Of course, sir, may I ask why?" the AI responded
"I found my choice and I need to find her. If SHIELD doesn't know about her then nobody does, which means I can't search by her abilities. So find a girl that is about 5'3", long and straight brown hair, blue eyes, runs into allies every once in a while. Start your search outside the bakery I was at today. She ran out just before I did and went into the ally. Find her and run a check, I want to know who she is and where she lives. Give me any info you can find without being too creepy." A few minutes passed as JARVIS ran the scans and Tony watched images flip on the screen from SHIELD files to ensure that they knew nothing about her. He began working on the blueprints for his next project and got halfway through when JARVIS made a noise signaling the end of the search.
"Sir, all information on the girl that was available has been sent to your private tablet. Will that be all Sir?" Tony opened the file excitedly and frowned slightly at the small amount of information on this girl. He saw her address and scrunched up his face.
"JARVIS get me my least expensive car and program the quickest route to her apartment into my GPS. Find her current whereabouts and keep me updated on her movement throughout the city. Keep this quiet from the rest of the team and everyone else, this is top secret and don't let Natasha see this when she 'overrides' your system. Find something else to use as a dummy set up that seems plausible and notify me if it becomes necessary for me to know what you came up with."
"Right away, Sir"
"I'm gonna go recruit me an Avenger." Tony smirked before running to his garage where his car was ready to go and programmed with the address. Sometimes it paid to be a genius.
Elena decided to not go right home after her incident. She still had a jacket that was intact and threw that on over her torn shirt. She spent all day walking around the city. She made it to her apartment when it was closing in on 8pm and opened the door. As she locked the door again she felt someone's eyes on her, which was odd since she lived alone. She had no weapons on her and felt foolish for that fact considering where she lived. Briefly debating running right back out the door and making a break for it she turned around to face the intruder.