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fandomtownies2024-11-21 10:54 am
the_best_sister) wrote in fandomtownies2024-11-21 10:54 am
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Stark Industries - Thursday
It wasn't even 10:00 AM and Yelena Belova had already confiscated two tainted energy drinks, a suspicious set of sous vide egg bites that smelled more like despair than eggs, and a homemade flamethrower masquerading as a leaf blower. She wasn’t entirely sure if the gremlins at the Stark lobby Starbucks were trying to get on her nerves or if it was just a typical Thursday.
The chaos, of course, didn’t stop there. A drone had gone rogue in the building, its maiden voyage abruptly turning into an aerial reenactment of a drunken goose. It buzzed, sputtered, and finally nose-dived directly onto Yelena’s desk.
"Fantastic."
She glared at the smoking remains and mourned the loss of her favorite pen and adding “malfunctioning drones” to her mental list of security risks. Not that she was bitter about the pen.
Ok. She was totally bitter about the pen. But she wasn't going to admit that to anyone as she mopped up the coffee and cleaned off the burnt remains of the drone from her desk.
The chaos, of course, didn’t stop there. A drone had gone rogue in the building, its maiden voyage abruptly turning into an aerial reenactment of a drunken goose. It buzzed, sputtered, and finally nose-dived directly onto Yelena’s desk.
"Fantastic."
She glared at the smoking remains and mourned the loss of her favorite pen and adding “malfunctioning drones” to her mental list of security risks. Not that she was bitter about the pen.
Ok. She was totally bitter about the pen. But she wasn't going to admit that to anyone as she mopped up the coffee and cleaned off the burnt remains of the drone from her desk.