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There was no doubt.
Kyra was going back to New York.
Yes, she would have to deal with the memories and events haunting her on every corner, but this was an opportunity you don't let pass by.
How many times does someone get asked to be a personal lawyer for not only a revolutionary engineer and business tycoon but also an Avenger? This job would get her out of her recent funk and refocus her mind towards work, furthering her career and possibly helping people.
Shutting her laptop and rotating her chair, she examined her childhood room. Pictures from her past were scattered along the light grey walls in various white and black frames, showing her smiling with friends and family, her first day at her first job, pictures of her cuddling with her small black cat and Christmas morning, lying on the floor of the living room with her siblings. How her life had changed.
Her young bright smile shined back at her older self.
She wasn't sure if she would be able to smile that carefreely again, but maybe this job would help alleviate some of the pain. Give an opportunity to associate the horrible events of New York with an era of change and coming together.
Kyra knew her mother would be disappointed that she was leaving again so soon. Mrs. Mordae had hoped that Kyra would be home for good this time and find work closer to "home". Maybe find a nice boy and settle down.
She had started to sound like a broken record.
Finding a man was not her priority.
"Yes, mother I am aware it will be dangerous, but if I don't go I'll never forgive myself"
Kyra had been debating with her mother for the last 10 minutes.
"But darling, you were just beginning to settle in here so well! Think of how sad Mrs. Smith's boy will be, he was so looking forward to taking you out for lunch." Cooed her mother, so desperate to convince her daughter.
"Mother, I never agreed to that. You did, when I specifically said no. I don't want to be with someone who has no motivation in life."
Seeing this conversation was going nowhere, Mr. Mordae finally intervened "Well I for one, think this is an amazing opportunity for Kyra. A once in a life time chance actually! Darling, just think of how jealous the neighbors will be when they hear your daughter is working for THE Tony Stark!"
Mrs. Mordae's eyes lit up at this revelation, she was a mother after all and she did want her child to look as amazing to others as she saw her. "You're right! Even better she might even meet a rich man while there! Just think of all those parties Mr. Stark throws. She bound to run into someone!"
Kyra couldn't help the almost reflexive eye roll that happened when ever her mother spoke. "I doubt I'll meet anyone of mention, most of the men Mr. Stark associates with are… scoundrels, I believe is the word"
With a sudden mood change, Mrs. Mordae began twittering about Kyra's room, picking up assorted items and placing them in the open suit case. "oh don't be so negative sweetie!"
Noticing what her mother was placing in the case, Kyra became confused. "Mother, have you forgotten the kind of attire a Lawyer is meant to wear? These are all highly inappropriate for work, do you intend to make me look loose and discreditable?" Kyra scooped up the many pieces of lace and satin replacing them with more reasonable clothing. Smart jackets and straight skirts, pant suits, comfy heels and flats. It may seem like every woman in New York wore heels, but, in reality they just wore something comfy for the commute and changed their shoes once at their job. Women have their ways to appear more put together than they actually were.
Some times Kyra skipped changing her shoes and settled for a classy pair of flats. It meant not having to carry an extra pair of shoes with her.
After packing, and keeping an eye on her mother's distance to her suitcase, Kyra was ready to leave for the airport.
When given the job offer she replied to Mr. Stark, immediately agreeing to the offer. He told her she would be given accommodations upon her arrival, meaning she wouldn't have to delay her arrival due to figuring out where to stay. She booked her flight right after having a confirmed place.
After landing in New York, Kyra expected to just get a cab and go to Stark Industries. She certainly didn't expect a large man shade wearing man to be standing at the gate holding a StarkPad with "Ms. Mordae" typed on it.
"Ms. Mordae I presume?"
"Yes, that would be me. And you are?" reaching out to shake the man's hand, Kyra waited a response.
"You can call me Happy ma'am, I'm Mr. Stark's personal driver and body guard. He sent me to take you to Stark Tower, if you'd just follow me." After a firm hand shake, Happy gesticulated towards the glassdoors of the airport.
"Oh, perfect. Could you possibly take me past where I'll be staying first? I'd like to freshen up and drop off my bags." now that she had someone who possibly knew where she was staying, Kyra couldn't wait to have a shower and change into something a bit less wrinkled.
"Well Ms. Mordae, lucky for you. They are one in the same. Did Mr. Stark not tell you?"
... What… Living with Tony Stark in his tower? She could practically hear her mothers giddy cheers.
"I was not informed. I guess we should get going then…"
Driving through New York brought back a lot of memories. Seeing the ruins of buildings that she frequented made her think of every face she had seen in those shops, were those people still alive? If so, how injured were they?
The closer they got to Stark Tower, the more Kyra was relieved she didn't try to rent a car. The streets were demolished, driving was borderline impossible, yet Happy seemed to be doing just fine.
Stark Tower quickly appeared out the tinted window of the black car. During the battle the tower received a lot of heavy hits, it seemed a miracle it had been repaired so quickly. Yes there was some residual damage, but with Tony Stark's money almost anything is possible.
Happy politely opened the backseat door and asked for Kyra to follow him so he could show her her room. Kyra found it almost impossible to keep pace with Happy, this building may be beautiful from the outside, but the inside was another matter all together.
It was breathtaking.
Her neck was careening to take it all in before they walked past everything. The massive windows lit up the entire inside, reflecting off of all the clean quite surfaces.
Stepping into an entirely glass elevator gave Kyra a real chance to admire the interior, it smoothly lifted them up the building allowing her to see everything. A quick ding alerted Kyra they were on her floor.
The only thought Kyra was left with from the elevator ride was 'This must be what the future looks like.'
And then she bumped into a black suited wall, effectively dropping everything she was carrying.
"Oh pardon me! I was distracted by the building" Wow, here less than 10 mins and she was already creating a mess. Let's hope her job went better than this. Slightly glancing up at the person she bumped into, all she saw was a long set of legs and shiny black business shoes. Knowing her luck it was probably some handsome business man that her mum would be all over...
A smooth English accent purred above her. "Not at all a bother. Allow me to help you." the long set of legs folded into a crouch to reveal a striking pale face, with emerald green eyes staring into her.
Handsome couldn't hold a candle to what was before her.
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