Wｉｎｔｅｒ.

❝ғᴀʟʟᴀᴄᴇs sᴜɴᴛ ʀᴇʀᴜᴍ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs❞【ᴍᴄᴜ ʀᴘ | ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏᴠᴀ ᴀᴜ】- ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ | ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ

[Wｉｎｔｅｒ. @VermilionSquall]

❝ʀᴇɢɪᴍᴇs ғᴀʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ❞

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✧ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇᴄᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ

✧ʀᴛ's ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

[N. Rｏｍａｎｏｖａ @SecludedWidow]

❝ʀᴇɢɪᴍᴇs ғᴀʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ❞

✧ᴍᴄᴜ ʀᴘ
✧ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏᴠᴀ ᴀᴜ
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✧ʀᴛ's ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

[Wｉｎｔｅｒ. @VermilionSquall]

-- Waiting. Eyes fixated on the constantly increasing floor indicator as it took her to @RigidIron's penthouse. Soon. She would attack.

[Wｉｎｔｅｒ. @VermilionSquall]

-- enough to pass the guards, and a fake identification pass was enough to access Stark's private elevator. She stood in silence. --

[Wｉｎｔｅｒ. @VermilionSquall]

-- but without his toys, powerless. Entering the tower was child's play, a moderately provocative shirt and a set of high heels was --

[Wｉｎｔｅｒ. @VermilionSquall]

-- it, Stark Tower. Home of New York's iron guardian. @RigidIron. She remembered her brief encounters with him in the past. He was smart, --

[Wｉｎｔｅｒ. @VermilionSquall]

-- The world was filled with the light ramble of everyday conversations taking place. The city that never sleeps. And the central hub of --

[Wｉｎｔｅｒ. @VermilionSquall]

She took a deep breath. New York. A place she may once have called home. The air was thick, dense with the scents of sweat. And grease. --