The next morning dawned bright and warm. And it matched Ginny’s mood perfectly! She had had a lovely steak dinner with her dad the night before, and they had talked at length about the new tech he had mentioned to Steve. She usually wasn’t interested in the technical side of their business. It was her job to work on the body and the mind…that’s why she had a psychology minor with her kinesiology Masters. If nothing else, it made her aware of what not to say and when to bring in the shrink.
But this was fascinating. It was Hydra technology, so it was probably alien. They had brought Thor in to see if it was similar to anything they had on Asgard, but he’d never seen anything like it either.
Claude had never seen his daughter this interested in his side of the business before, and was enjoying her insights. And so the evening went.
She received a text from Tony at around 10:30 pm asking if he should send a car for her in the morning.
She looked at the two bottles of wine she had brought, one still half full, and knew that she wasn’t driving home tonight. So she texted him back:
Yes. Thank you.
and poured herself and Claude each another glass of wine. He was busily drawing diagrams of his design ideas for Steve and they passed another pleasant hour pouring over those before she called a cab and went home.
The car arrived promptly at 8 am and she chatted amiably with the driver on the way to Stark Tower. The security guys seemed to be getting use to her and weren’t as stoic as they were in the beginning. Had it really only been three days since the breakfast debacle?
Jarvis greeted her as usual at the elevator and she even found him pleasant to chat with. He told her that there were croissants and fruit in the kitchen, if she was hungry. Captain Rogers was already in the gym and Mr. Stark was on the track. Her father was expected at 10 o’clock, which she already knew, and Mr. Barnes would be arriving shortly after that so that his prosthetic arm could be examined further. It was like listening to the news, but delivered in a pleasant British accent.
She wished him a good day as she left the elevator and wondered what Jarvis would consider a good day. Continue reading “A Time For Heroes – Chapter 6”