𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 || 𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝑿 𝑶𝑪

ORIGINS | ONE

"𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩..."
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Erosia | 2015

"Benson!" My head flies up at the booming sound of my name. I make eye contact with the old, might I add poorly dressed security guard. "Someone is here to see you." I smirk and stand up. The metal cuffs on my wrists clank together with every step I take.

"I have a visitor! How charming." I say sarcastically, making Liam roll his eyes.

"Watch it, kid. You don't want to mess with this guy." He leads me down the white hallway.

"Ooo let me guess who it is." I scratch my chin as if I'm thinking. "Is it another reporter?"

He shakes his head. "No ma'am not quite."

"Is it someone that's gonna ask me how I somehow managed to kill my mother, father, and brothers? If so then I'd rather just stay in my cell. You know so I don't waste their time and they don't waste mine." I shrug as we inch closer to the door.

He shakes his head. "He's not. But he is going to ask you questions."

"Let me guess, he's here to ask questions about this-" I lift my hand up so water can shoot up and spray in his face. Liam sighs deeply and wipes his face making me snicker.

"Why can't you just wait and see for yourself?"

I shrug. "Because it's so much more fun this way."

We arrive at an interview room. He stops me before I enter. "Behave yourself, it'll make things easier." I quirk a brow at him but continue inside behind him.

"Miss Benson, glad to see you could finally meet with me." The man speaks sarcastically. I don't bother looking at him, I just walk to my seat on the other side of the cheap grey table.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I was busy trying to dig my way out of my cell." I reply sarcastically.

He laughs lightly."Hmm, sarcasm. A powerful tool in serious conversations."

I shrug. "I mean I guess so.."

"Speaking of powerful tools." With those words I finally look up to make eye contact with the man. My eyes widen. "Let's talk about yours." Tony Stark takes his colorful sunglasses off and slides them in his pocket.

I try to calm myself before stuttering out,"Y-You're-"

"Tony Stark, Iron Man, yes." He states proudly.

"W-Why? How?" I stammer.

He lifts a hand. "Care to let me explain?" I hesitantly nod. "I was resting peacefully in my tower when I get a call from someone who's name I can't remember, informed me of an enhanced individual. So I figured I would check it out and see what's up."

I furrow my brows. "See what's up?" I mutter to myself.

"Oh I'm sorry did I not dumb it down enough for you? I tried to translate it into your teenage lingo. But I guess it didn't work." He says, making me scoff.

"Excuse me?!"

He holds his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you get offended easily.-"

"Listen old man! If you're going to waste my time then I suggest we end this here-"

"You're angry." He states, cutting me off.