For Tony Stark working in her lab for hours on end was something she just did. It was more of an addiction really, even she’d admit to that. Long hours, no sleep, only coffee and the sounds of AC/DC or some other rock band keeping her up. Every once in awhile she’d get a call from Pepper saying she should work on more important things or go see her parents but Tony wasn’t really into the whole morbid thing. Maybe it meant she never really loved her parents or maybe it made her a bad person but Tony just didn’t want to go see them. It was still too hard, too short a time ago that she found out her parents had been murdered.
Which is why she was down in her lab even more than normal these days. She had just completed her AI, Jarvis, and wanted to start a new project that she still had no name for. It was something she had thought about trying to create for quite awhile, but for her not for the company. If Obadiah were to find out she was even working on this he would want it for himself. Don’t get her wrong, Tony loved Obi like he was her uncle but that didn’t mean she had to fully trust him. Obadiah worked with her dad, so of course there isn’t going to be full trust from the only living Stark.
Tony had been working on the project for days. According to the calendar DUM-E kept bringing her it had been roughly 9 days. She’d had catnaps here and there but was honestly exhausted. She had planned to only work on the project for a few days but had gotten so caught up in the mechanisms of the new machine she was creating it had been hard to stop. She was of course a scientist and in inventor so there was almost nothing that could get her to stop, except maybe Pepper. But that was only for good reasons.
The new machine honestly didn’t look all that special from just looking at it. Tall, blue and kind of looked like a giant rectangular closet that stood on its own. But it would get the job that Tony wanted done. That is if she could figure out what she wanted to use this new machine for. Tony didn’t really even know what she was going to be able to do with it or if it would even work. She would admit though that a teleportation device would come in handy, but only if she could figure out how to get it to work all the way.
The teenage girl stuck her head into the box before moving her whole body inside. Removing the control panel on the inside she started to mess with it, wiggling different screws and twisting and connecting wires. Tony knew she had to make this work, it could make the world better if she could make this work.
Something in the machine sparked, a small light starting to glow and then grow larger as the time passed. Tony didn’t seem to notice since she was so occupied with the control panel but before she knew it she was being enveloped by a bright light.
Then all of a sudden Tony was in one of the many back alleys of Brooklyn, New York.
She looked around slowly, eyes wide and honestly a little frightened. Tony hadn’t even noticed the light and she knew that the new machine should not have worked then, if at all. And now without even really doing anything that would have given her machine power, Tony had transported herself to Brooklyn.
Further to the back of the alley Tony could see a few more kids. Well, kids was a term used lightly since three of the four weren’t the smallest of “kids.” She walked closer to them wanting to ask them what area of Brooklyn she had ended up in and if they could possibly had a cellphone which she could call someone on. The closer she got the more she could see that these weren’t the type of people she really wanted to get herself involved with.
Grunts could be heard about half way from the entrance to the alleyway, which for some reason piqued Tony’s interest. She could see a shorter and a lot smaller person that the other men were hitting and pushing around. If someone was messing with a girl, Tony was going to have a fit. She walked closer, making sure to keep her bare feet quiet and got up behind the closest person.
“Hey you!” she yelled at the large guy which made him turn around. Quickly she brought her knee up into the bottom of his stomach, close enough to where it would hurt but far enough up to make him bend over slightly so she could reach his face and punch him. The guy staggered back some before getting up and going after Tony.
Since she was so slim and short it was easier to maneuver around the three men. It definitely helped that one of her closest friends, Happy, was training to be a boxer and had taught her plenty of moves so that she could defend herself. So with as much grace as the young Stark could muster she weaved in and out of the larger guys. Tony made a few hits before one of the guys got up behind her and grabbed her under her arms. She started flailing to get out of his grip, her long legs being able to make a connection when one of the guys got close to her.
She got enough room to kick the guy behind her with her foot, hitting him solidly in the shin and making the guy drop her to grab at his leg. While he was down she quickly punched him in the jaw, sending him on his butt. The two other guys tried to grab for Tony but she had learned to easily dodge there attacks. She jumped a little so she could gain height and then swung her leg out at the nearest guy, hitting him in the ribs and shoving him away with the momentum. The last guy, the one Tony hadn’t quite gotten to knew which battles he had to choose so he quickly ran off, shouting at his friends to “hurry up!”
The other two pulled themselves up from the ground before following after their friend, yelling insults at Tony as they left. As soon as the three guys were gone Tony turned back to the girl they had ganged up on. To her surprise the person was standing up, and definitely was not a girl.
“You’re a guy,” she stated rather bluntly.
The blond man blinked back at her, surprised by the comment. “Um, yes?”
“Huh. From farther away you kind of looked like a girl, but maybe it was because of those guys in the way. Are you okay though? They didn’t rough you up too bad, did that?”
The guy looked at her and beamed a smile before answering. “Yea I’m fine. Just a few bruises but they didn’t have enough time to do much.”
“That’s a good thing. Would suck if you were seriously injured,” Tony said as she looked the scrawny man up and down.
“Normally I’d say something about how I could have handled that but thanks for stopping them. I’ve never seen a girl do what you just did.”
“Really? Figured it was a little more common now that girls are starting to do boxing and taking self defense classes.”
The guy looked a little confused at what she was saying, like he didn’t know that women were starting to take care of themselves a lot more now. It was still somewhat of a new thing since women were still being pushed to the back of everything but Tony really had thought it was more common.
“Well I’m Tony, by the way. Who would you be?”
Another smile before the man replied, “Steve. Steve Rogers.”