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Once all of Astrid's papers were picked up from off the ground, Steve followed her down a narrow spiral staircase leading to what looked like a lounge area complete with a fully-stocked bar. He stayed by the counter as Astrid grabbed a dark bottle and made herself at home on one of the couches, interested to look through a few more of her sketches. She obviously didn't mind and would have stopped him a lot sooner if she did. He was examining her shading techniques in one particular sketch when he heard Astrid giving him permission to ask anything he would like. He glanced over to her relaxed form, impressed to see half of her large bottle already empty while he thought of his first question. Steve didn't want to ask too many questions and come off as a nosy but he wanted to get some information about her. The more he knew, at least about her tactics and personality, would aid them in the upcoming operation.

Finally, Steve crossed the small room and took a seat next to Astrid. "Then I'll start off with an easy question," he began. "Where are you from?" Learning where someone was born and raised opened up doors to all kinds of information. Whether they were born abroad or not told Steve that she could be fluent in other languages. If she were born up north or in the south told him what kind of morals and values she would have probably grown up in. If she was raised in a city or suburb gave way to other kind of variables as to what made up the eccentricity known as Astrid.

Amelia felt a flash of confidence when she saw the pain she was inflicting the great Tony Stark only to be snuffed out a second later with a powerful blow to her head. She lost consciousness immediately, not even realizing that she had been hit so easily. What felt like hours later (although it was probably only minutes), the brunette awoke to a massive headache and a tight, uncomfortable feeling around her shoulders. It took her a few seconds to realize that her hands were tied behind her back and she was strapped down in a chair. Her hazy eyes quickly became panicked as she frantically looked around until she saw the black Iron Man suit standing a few feet away. Amelia moved her fingers across her palms and paled when she felt the fabric of her gloves instead of the smooth metal of the sonic emitter she had created.

"Hey! Untie me!" She shouted as pulled at her restraints, "And stop looking at my stuff!" Dammit, she felt like a fool. She shouldn't have let her conscience get in the way of her plans. If only she had stolen more of Stark's stuff instead of taking the bare minimum. Maybe she could have fashioned an armored suit better than his if she didn't initially feel guilty about the whole thing. She never should have felt guilty in the first place; this guy allowed his emotions to dictate the fate of the city and just because his chick cheated on him didn't mean he could just clock out from his heroic duty. When he made that announcement about his superhero identity all those years ago, he had become more than just a mascot for his company. He was a freaking superhero and superheroes aren't allowed to take time off. There were too many people to think about. And it was because of his selfish whims that she lost everything she had left. After a few more fruitless attempts in escaping, Amelia accepted her fate with an angry huff before turning her attention back to Tony who was still ignoring her.

"Hey! I said stop looking at my stuff!"

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