We all start working at different computers, spending the next few days discussing theories, setting stuff on fire, working on computers to solve this thing.
We work tirelessly through the night, not giving ourselves a minute of rest. Sometimes that was a good thing that helped up improve on our work. Other times... not so much.
As I worked on one of the many computers, I lift my head in the air and sniff.
"Is something burning?" I mutter. I walk around my computer and look at Tony in shock as his computers on fire and all he's doing is continue to work. I run over pushing him away from it.
"Tony, What the hell?!" I shout. "Bruce, go get the fire extinguisher." I shout out, watching the flame get bigger and bigger.
As Bruce runs over with the fire extinguisher I blast it across the computer. Sighing once the fires out. I turn my head and give an unmoving Tony a look.
"What. The. Hell." I say simply. Tony shakes out of whatever trance he was in with a shrug before quickly walking away.
"What can I say... I didn't notice it." He says in a carefree tone of voice. I clench my fists tightly when Bruce suddenly chuckled. My head snaps over to him as I give him my best withering glare. He instantly stops.
"What's so funny?" I ask tightly. Bruce smiles awkwardly.
"It's just nice seeing someone else angry for a change." He admits.
I sigh, letting all my anger leave my body. I walk over to Bruce and place a hand on his back as I guide us back to our computers.
"You are too innocent for any of this Bruce Banner."
While other instances were similar to this.
I type away at my respected computer. I don't know how long I've been typing and I know my fingers are going to be so cramped the minute I stop, but I don't care. I feel in the zone and for the first time in how many hours and a couple of days, I feel like the whole Ultron thing might not be the biggest mistake that man has ever known... or that could just be the exhaustion.
I accidentally look through my own computer and notice what Bruce is doing by his. Sometimes I really hate these like see-through computers.
"Something doesn't look right." I mumble to myself. I continue working on my own thing on my own computer and first yell out to him.
"Hey, are you sure you're doing that right?" I ask him. I hear Bruce scoff.
"Of course I'm doing it right. Which one of us has seven PHD's?" Bruce asks, the smugness in his voice bothering me.
"And which one of us is smarter than a supercomputer and has an IQ so high that it isn't even known to man?" I ask with a laugh. I watch through the computer as Bruce rolls his eyes. I laugh again and walk over to him computer.
I quickly bend over in pain.
"Ahh." I groan. I stand up and see a worried looking Bruce right in front of me.
"What's-What's wrong?" He asks. I hold up my hands.
"So. Sore." I say with a pained expression. Bruce pulls out another chair for me to sit on.
"Thanks." I say absentmindedly, too busy going over his work.
I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth.
"You did do something wrong." I say quietly. His head frantically moves from me to the computer. Over and over again.
"What?" He asks.
I stand up, bumping my hip against his before typing just as quickly as I did on my own computer. Fixing and moving things around. When I finished I looked up at Bruce to see his face in deep concentration.
"This will-"
"Make Ultron about five times more faster and smarter." I smirk. He looks down at me in astonishment.
"I told you... you did something wrong." I smile at him before walking back to my own computer.
It was finally the day to test everything out. I stand behind Tony and Bruce as they put everything together. We wait in suspense and sag in disappointment as it fails.
"It should've worked... my work was precise and correct..." I mumble in confusion.
We all separate. Feeling aggravated and disappointed.
"What did we miss?" Tony asks Jarvis.
"I'll continue to run variations on the interface. But you should probably prepare for your guests." I faintly hear Jarvis say as I leave the lab to get ready for the party.
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I walk into the party, guests already filled to the brim. I glide down the steps as I try not to step on my dress. Floor-length dresses suck...
I look around trying to find someone I know. I finally spot Tony, Thor, and Rhodey. I start walking over to them.
"Hey, fellas." I greet, placing a hand on Thor's arm to show them I'm here.
"Hey, girl. You look great in navy." Rhodey instantly comments on my dress. I smile fondly at him before hugging him.
"It's nice to see you again." I say.
"Ya'll wanna hear a story?" Rhodey asks as I step back. We all kind of nod and he starts tell it.
I'm ashamed to say but my thoughts start drifting off. I look around the room and notice that there is not one single person who is my age. That makes me feel a lot more alone than I like. I mean, usually, my mind can keep up with adults and I feel like an adult. But I don't have to use my mind here... I just need to have fun with someone my own age.
Regretfully that makes my thoughts turn to Pietro. But he's like... evil. Or filled with vengeance. That's not healthy! My heart feels heavy as I tune back into Rhodeys story.
"But, you know the suit can take the weight, right." He says turning back to us.
"So I take the tank, fly it right up to the generals palace, drop it at his feet. I'm like, boom. You looking for this?" Rhodey smiles, waiting for a reaction. I look and see Tony and Thor smile. So I do the same. Rhodeys smile drops.
"Boom. Are you looking for... Why do I even talk to you guys? Everywhere else, that story kills." Rhodey says. I pout.
"That's the whole story?" Thor asks.
"It-it was a nice story." I try and say.
"Yeah, its a war machine story." Rhodey nods.
"Oh, it's very good, then. It's impressive." Thor says more enthusiastically than before.
"Quality save." Rhodey says with a shake of his head. I chuckle before walking away from them to play pool with Steve.
I start betting other rich people at the party that I can beat them in pool. If I'm going to be depressed, I might as well try and make money to help me feel better. I eventually hear Rhodey telling his story about the general. I see everyone laugh and I watch as he nods at himself.
"You go, Rhodey!" I yell out. He holds up a thumb. I laugh, shaking my head before I win my thirteenth game in a row.
"Rich people are idiots." I mutter.
The party continues and I practically spend the whole time "scamming" rich people out of their money. I stand at the exit with Steve as we say good-byes. Young men, middle-aged men, and old men shaking my hand and saying good game. By the time most everyone has left, I'm smirking and Steve's looking at me like I just told him he's pregnant with Tony's baby's.
"What?" I smirk, unable to stop.
"How much money did you make tonight?" Steve asks, putting his hands in his pocket. I lean in.
"I could probably buy the avenger towers." My smirk somehow widens. As does Steve's eyes. I chuckle, walking away from him and over to Nat who's making a Cosmo.
"Can I help?" I ask, motioning to making drinks.
"You can help wash the glasses." She grins. I sigh, but step behind the bar helping anyway. I look up just in time to see Bruce walking over to us. I smirk and oh so casually step a little bit away from her. They should have their privacy... but I also want to hear. Bruce sits down.
"How'd a nice girl like you wind up working in a dump like this?" Bruce asks.
"Smooth." I mumble under my breath.
"Fella done me wrong." She says as she takes another glass and fills it up. I quietly take out another mixer and glass.
"You got lousy taste in men, kid." Bruce comments.
"He's not so bad. Well, he has a temper. Deep down, he's all fluff," they start drinking and Bruce looks more awkward by the minute. "Fact is, he's not like anybody I've ever known. All my friends are fighters. And here comes this guy, spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he'll win." Natasha says. I smirk as I start pouring in the ingredients.
"Sounds amazing." Bruce says.
"He's also a huge dork," she says bluntly. Bruce puts his head down. "Chicks dig that," she reassures. "So what do you think? Should I fight this, or run with it?" She asks.
Bruce if you mess this up...
"Run with it right? Or did he... was he... What did he do that was so wrong to you?" Bruce stammers.
"Not a damn thing," Nat smirks. "But never say never." She finishes just as I'm about to take a drink.
"What are you doing?" She asks.
"Drinking." I say as I start bringing my three olive martini to my lips. Sadly, she quickly grabs it out of my hand.
"When did you even learn to bartend?" Bruce asks, heavily confused and probably dazed from Nat. I shrug.
"Twenty minutes before before the party. Why do you think I walked in late?" I ask. Natasha sighs deeply before placing a hand on my back and guiding me away from the bar.