Hey guys, last chapter! This'll be short, so you guys can read.
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Edna walked down the hallway of massive Stark tower. Minutes earlier, she had seen the, hulking mass of Thor with that disgusting capes.
'Ugh. Capes.' Edna thought to herself. She had already payed a visit to Mr. Stark and the Captain, and delivered the Underminer to them. She looked at the rolled up newspaper in her hand. She liked it, it was very useful.
On her way to the elevator, the two young adults that were just like Dash and Violet blew by her. When the older one, Pietro ran by, her hair and skirt blew with the wind, and her glasses almost fell off. That was followed by blasts of energy flying by, ending with the girl, Wanda, floating by in a red bubble looking thing. It was just like Dash and Violet.
Edna was not the only one in the elevator. Inside was a dirty blond hair man, who was leaning heavily on a red-headed woman. They were having some sort of conversation, which looked to be in sign language. It was very animated, and a few times, Edna had to stop herself from laughing at their faces. The elevator came to a stop, and the two went out, slowly and carefully.
Before the doors shut, a doctor in a white lab coat ran in at the last second, and jabbing the button for the sixth floor. Edna remembered his name as Bruce, his alter ego was the Hulk. Bruce smiled at her for a brief moment, before looking down at his phone in his hand. Then the elevator dinged and Edna stepped outside.
"One, two." Edna counted the doors, and she found the one the Captain was talking about. She reached up and turned the doorknob, and walked into the room where the Parr's were staying. Dash jumping on the bed, and Violet was using a newfound power to float in the air above him. Helen and Bob were sitting in chairs next to each other, laughing at some joke.
Violet noticed her entrance first. "Edna!" Everyone turned around and looked, and she was bombarded by various greetings.
"Hey E!"
"Hi Edna!"
"Hey there!"
"What's up?" Dash asked, jumping down from the bed. "What'ca doing in New York?"
Edna smiled. "A little birdie told me we have a Syndrome problem again. I'm here to help."