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The Invention Left By A Little Stark-book 2 Chap 2: The Presentation

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Darren Cross & anonymous men, wolfgang von strucker and Dr. List Summary: Secret Meeting somewhere in San Frascisco Warning: Animal experimentation, Daddy issue

Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique @huntective-kyeo, @klc13, @natsbiggestfan1, @carellmcu, @laura-naruto-fan1998, @fansformentalydistroyedmen The passing of a year is a tricky thing.

Sometimes it can go by in an instant and sometimes it can drag on in the most mundane fashion known to man. There really is no middle ground. In some places it passes faster and in some it takes forever.

The city of San Francisco had its year in a flash. It was always busy. It was a big place after all, not a resort, so it was crowded all the time. Fisherman's Wharf and some other tourist-centric areas were probably a bit more busy, but one doesn't really notice the crowds in the neighborhoods.

It was filled with life.

On one particular late afternoon there were slightly less cars buzzing around. People were hanging out in bars before the weekend and the young adults were going out with their friends.

Overall it had an almost calm vibe.

However, the main focus would have to be great big headquarters in the middle of the concrete jungle. Suits and egos and not a smile that wasn't painted on.

Cross Tech.

The interns had been dismissed already, the day employees were skipping off home after a grueling day, and the only signs of life were the patrolling security guards practically armed to the teeth.

Only one man was moving around inside the entire building. That was in the presentation room.

CEO, Darren Cross.

He was clicking through a video, explaining his latest innovative design while on a hologram call with several others. In the center of the room was a microscopic super suit.

"Well, I was inspired by the legend of the Ant Man." He was explaining to the call party. "And with my breakthrough shrinking inorganic material I thought 'could it be possible to shrink a person? Could that be done?' Well... It's not a legend anymore."

His entire face was lit up and he looked positively ecstatic at his own apparent brilliance.

Since he was alone in the room, he had no choice but to observe the holograms for a reaction. Some seemed hesitant, some seemed intrigued, and some simply just looked like they would rather be anywhere else but there.

"Distinguished guests, I am proud to present the end of warfare as we know it." He stepped to the side to reveal the tiny suit inside its container. "The Yellowjacket."

The front screen of the container zoomed in to allow the conference better viewing. It was intricate and seemed flawless, yellow with black accents. It resembled a wasp or a bee, especially with the extra pairs of mechanical arms sticking out of the back.

"The Yellowjacket is an all-purpose weapon of war, capable of altering the size of the wearer for the ultimate combat advantage."

Cross pressed the clicker in his hand and a new video began to play in the background with a narrator.

"We live in an era in which the weapons we use to protect ourselves are undermined by constant surveillance. It's time to return to a simpler age, one where the powers of freedom can once again operate openly to protect their interests. An all-purpose peacekeeping vessel - the Yellowjacket - can manage any conflict on the geopolitical landscape completely unseen."

The video began to show examples of the suit's capabilities, from shrinking to avoid weapon fire and lifting incredible weights to incredible surveillance and sneaking through locks and crevices anonymously.

"Efficient in both preventative measures and tactical assault, practical applications include surveillance, industrial sabotage, and the elimination of obstructions on the road to peace. A single Yellowjacket offers the user unlimited influence to carry out the protective actions. And one day soon, an army of Yellowjackets will create a sustainable environment of well-being around the world. The Yellowjacket."

The video ended with the display of Cross Technologies' logo.

After a moment of Cross staring up at everyone expectantly, one of the men finally spoke.

"This suit..." He struggled to think. "I find it hard to believe you've thought of everything."

Cross smirked. "Well, I did."

"This would be a huge advantage for our soldiers. Does it have any other abilities? How can it shrink with a wearer inside?"

"One at a time, please." The CEO chuckled. "The abilities are all as described in the presentation video. However, I believe with the proper application of resources and time we can further improve. As for shrinking organic matter, I've spent sufficient time studying and researching the particle to ensure all hazards are overcome and dealt with. I assure you, the risk is all but none. I've tried it myself."

"I trust you understand our reluctance." Another man from the call spoke up.

Cross nodded. "Which is why I prepared a demonstration."

"A... Demonstration?"

"Yes. Allow me."

He pressed another button on the clicker and stepped even further back into the room, allowing a second container to rise from the floor. Alongside the Yellowjacket suit was now a live lamb.

"Gentlemen... Prepare to witness history."

He took a Cross Tech tablet from a holder in the wall and began sorting through intense commands before finally finding what he was after. He set up the arms of the lamb's container and synced them to the tablet. When that was done, he tapped one of the vials of golden-yellow serum the arms held and then finally an action button on the tablet.

With a loud whirring that echoed within the room, the serum contained within the machine drained and eventually shot out in the form of beams. They engulfed the bleating lamb and in a bright flash, the animal and the container seemingly disappeared into thin air.

Cross wasn't deterred. He actually seemed proud.

This was proven to be valid when he leaned down and picked something up off the floor.

It was the lamb inside the container - both shrunken to something that could easily fit within a person's palm.

It worked.

Cross even flicked the container and watched in glee as the lamb jumped and hit the glass with a panicked bleat.

The room was silent.

"Speechless, huh?" Cross teased the members on call. "I was too."

"H-How?" One of the callers mumbled.

"I had a good mentor. Dr. Hank Pym, his name was."

"The Ant Man?"

"Yes, the Ant Man. He taught me everything, working for what used to be SHIELD and fighting against HYDRA. He was the founder of this company. When I took over for Dr. Pym I immediately started researching a particle that could change the distance between atoms while increasing density and strength."

He played one more video for the audience.

"The ultimate secret weapon. Why this revolutionary idea remained buried beneath the dust and cobwebs of Hank's research, I couldn't tell you. But just imagine. A soldier... The size of an insect"

The video displayed old footage of enemy militaries being beaten and wiped out by what seemed to be an invisible force. On the other hand, once zoomed in, the tiny silhouette of a man in a suit could be deciphered.

"Dr. Cross, I personally would like to know Dr. Pym's thoughts on this little project of yours." One of the callers said.

"As would I." Another agreed, soon followed by several more. "What about the leaks from last year?"

"I can't see him cooperating."

"I assure you Hank is not a threat." Cross told them, refusing to go into further detail. "He is very much alive and kicking but his opinions don't matter to this company anymore. It's mine now. You can thank his daughter voting against him for that. Gotta love a girl with daddy issues, am I right?"

Hank's daughter - Hope - while indeed having forced her own father into an early retirement, was not involved in this meeting. Cross trusted her, but still made sure she was on annual leave by the time this presentation was due.

As he continued to reassure and defend his Yellowjacket, there was something else in the room that everyone missed.

A little bug sticking to the wall.

It was a quiet thing as it rested there, almost as if it were observing Cross and his holographic companions. In fact, it actually seemed to be listening patiently as he promised to deliver suits overseas if the right price could be offered.

When everything seemed finalized, the bug took off and flew towards a small vent, easily slipping through the grates.

Across the globe in a snowy wasteland stood the now familiar Eastern-European castle.

Baron Von Strucker and Dr. List traversed the gothic halls in deep conversation. Their voices were hushed but argumentative as they discussed the Yellowjacket suit they had just witnessed.

"I would advise against pouring money into this." Dr. List said. "This is a fruitless endeavor of chance and luck."

"Aren't all experiments?" Strucker shot back.

"I have to protest-"

"The deal will be done."

"If you would just listen-"

"It is done." He repeated more sternly.

"But we have what we need." Dr. List insisted. "We have armor and guns and tanks, and we have our own experiments. Our own success."

"And it will never be enough!" Strucker exclaimed. He took a breath afterwards, calming down. "Doctor, I appreciate the concern, but this suit will aid us. It will tip the scales in our favor as Tyche did for the Greeks."

"The others did not care for it."

"The others are idiots. Imagine yourself with this particle, imagine what this serum could do when combined with our own. Those abilities together... We would be gods!"

Dr. List was not in favor. He didn't trust the Pym particle to do its job. He was always one for science, but this seemed too risky.

Yet no one could argue with Strucker. Certainly not if they wished to keep their life.

"And Dr. Pym?" He questioned in the end. "What if the Avengers were to stand against us?"

Strucker merely laughed. "Pym is old and useless."

"But his daughter is involved with the company. If she were to-"

"She hates him. As for the Avengers?" He grimaced. "They are far too busy chasing wild geese and other strongholds. This isn't their jurisdiction or their business."

"So... We are safe?"

"Of course, doctor. There is no power on this earth that would make Hank Pym and the Avengers team up.”

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 8: Stealing A Scepter

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Nick fury & reader, jasper sitwell & Reader

Summary: Reader meeting jasper Sitwell in disguise

Warning: Stealing, seducing for a mission (from reference), murder Co author with: callikc

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You had a plan.

The scepter was in a briefcase being guarded by a singular agent. You had your own briefcase that you would have to swap it with. You were nervous since this was technically your first field mission but you knew you had to do this.

Of all places, the handing over of Loki's scepter was being held at a convention. There were several pros and cons of this and your mind was making a tally of them. Most notably there would be a lot of people to potentially witness the swap but a lot of people would be dressed up meaning you could wear a disguise and it wouldn't be obvious.

You wore something modest but attractive; A short wig, glasses, red lipstick, a button-up and blazer, and a thigh-length skirt with heels. The briefcase was at your side and you stood at the entrance taking several deep breaths before starting to walk.

People in all kinds of suits, colors, wigs, and accessories were filling the halls of the grand building used to host. You blended right in, especially since you looked like a very nerdy college girl in your current get-up.

You eyed the area once more, remembering all Fury said, and found Jasper Sitwell standing on one of the upper levels with a case in hand much like your own one.

That was it.

You climbed the stairs and cautiously approached, putting on a look of false surprise when you were close enough to the agent.

"Professor?" You asked sweetly.

Sitwell turned, confused. "Sorry?"

"Oh!" You put a hand on your chest, mocking even more surprise. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were my professor. You look so similar."

He shifted his feet, looking away. "I'm not."

"I know that now. You're so much more handsome." He glanced up again and you smirked. "You look like you should be in one of those amazing romance movies. You could totally be that really attractive teacher that all the girls adore."

You assumed women didn't flirt with him a lot because suddenly he seemed a lot more interested in what you had to say. His cheeks were even red.

"I do?" He questioned with a shockingly timid voice.

"Yeah!" You put a hand on his arm and pretended to feel the 'muscle' there. "Built too. What do you do?"

"Oh, I'm - I work in an office."

"No way... You must do some serious working out. I love guys who care about that sort of stuff."

He was getting more and more flustered. "I suppose I do on occasion."

"Perhaps you could show me your routine? I also happen to love getting all hot and sweaty."

He looked like a tomato at that moment and you could have burst out laughing if this mission wasn't so serious. But Sitwell was saved an answer when another agent came forward.

He was new, obvious from the way his suit was spotless and without creases, and by the way he kept glancing around for threats. Any experienced agent knew how to do that without making it obvious.

"Who is she?" The new one asked Sitwell.

"Well, she's, uh-" He looked completely lost as he handed over the case to the agent. "She's a..."

"I'm leaving." You said politely. "Again, I'm very sorry about bumping into you. But it was nice meeting you, professor."

You sent Sitwell a wink as you walked away and smiled at seeing him go as red as a tomato for a third time. You waited behind a corner until the new agent, now holding the scepter's case, wandered past. You stayed still, observing him, until he stopped by a bunch of women dressed as school girls who were taking photos with random people.

An idea formed in your head.

You looked around some more until spotting a stall that sold clothes, specifically plaid skirts in all sizes and colors. It would be perfect. So you headed that way.

You took off the blazer and tossed it in the nearest trash bin, your glasses following very quickly. As you neared the plaid skirts you grabbed a red one and quickly clipped it over the first skirt, hiding it. Then you snatched a cardigan from someone's chair and threw it on, removing the short wig after and letting your natural hair, now dyed black, fall down your back. One of the lookout agents passed by the stall opposite and you quickly undid the top button of your shirt and tied the ends, cropping it.

With the new school girl look strikingly different to the nerdy college one, you went by undetected. After all of this, you waltzed right up to the amateur agent, blending in perfectly as you posed for some of his photos with the other school girls.

You pretended not to notice him and then turned at the exact moment he did, causing everyone to collide and for the briefcases to go flying. As you forced out apologies, you picked them up, taking the one with the scepter inside and giving yours to the agent. You did it so quickly yet casually that no one seemed to notice the switch.

Mission success.

The Triskelion was as daunting as ever, even more so with the scepter tucked away in a white case under your arm. You found yourself paranoid again, eyeing up every single person as if they might suddenly jump and attack.

You just needed to get the case to Fury and you could go home and maybe spend some more time with Peter. He was becoming just like a little brother to you and even Ben and May treated you as their own daughter. It was nice.

You walked up to the main desk in the lobby, passing the very famous SHIELD Wall of Valor, and waited patiently for the woman sat behind the desk to notice you.

"Can I help?" She asked.

You nodded. "Campbell to see Director Fury. I have the package requested."

You lifted the case ever so slightly and she nodded in understanding, believing the cover story. She told you how long to wait and where to go and you obliged.

When it was finally time to see the director, you were nervous. You pushed open the door to see him stood by the window and overlooking the city across the river.

"Agent Campbell." He greeted.

"Director Fury." You responded.

"You have it?"

"I do." He turned to face you, looking at the case as you placed it on the desk. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

Fury ran his fingers along the case curiously. "No, this will be all. We'll keep the scepter in a secure location. In the right hands."

Still a little nervous, you simply nodded along. "Right. Well I hope the Triskelion has good security."

-3rd person POV-

In the far reaches of Eastern Europe, Baron Wolfgang von Strucker stood in front of the false scepter case, still under the impression that he was about to find the tool that would win him everything. The new agent stood proudly at his side, thinking he'd be rewarded for a five-star delivery.

"Open it." Strucker ordered, excitement in his tone.

The agent didn't hesitate to comply and moved the case in front of him. He put in the code to the lock and then clicked the sides where a small hiss sounded as it opened. He pulled it up, about to show it off, but the color drained from his face immediately. He looked horrified.

"What?" Strucker asked, walking over. "Where is my..."

He trailed off, confused, because inside the case was not the scepter he had been promised, but school supplies. They weren't even real either, just rubber. In the middle was a note taped. He ripped it off to get a good look.

Hey, darlings I think you might have lost something 😉 Xoxo

It took a moment to sink in but when it did, he ripped the note up and yelled in anger, throwing the case.

"What is this?!" He shouted at the new agent.

The man looked terrified. "I-I don't understand."

"What is this?!" He repeated more forcefully. "Did you leave the scepter?"

"No, I - I had it with me the whole time, right from New York. We used the convention as cover and there-"

He froze, remembering the young woman who had crashed into him and knocked the cases. He paled even more.

"It was her."

Strucker glared, reaching for a gun hidden behind his back. "Who?"

"This girl. She was with some of the girls there. She had dark hair, black, I think, and she knocked into me. She must have replaced the case when it fell."

"Are you telling me a girl did this? She stole the most valuable artifact on this earth?"

The agent swallowed. "Yes?"

In one swift movement, Strucker drew his gun and fired three rounds into the man's head, killing him instantly. With malice, he looked at the rest of the guards in the room.

"You get the girl with the black hair!" He demanded. "You search the convention, you search New York, I don't care. Just find her and bring me that scepter! HYDRA needs it."

As the other men scurried off to do their jobs, Strucker looked at the other end of the room where two people stood, a man and a woman with dark hair. They were volunteers for his new program in Sokovia.

"I need to find her." He muttered, looking down.

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