An Iron Encounter Pt 1, (Gwenpool and Iron man)

[John Kilroy]

Gwen was drinking at a coffee shop. Life had really been boring as of late she had done some things here and there finding lost jewelry that kind of thing.
But things had been slow. So one could probably understand the shock when she saw Tony stark of all people only an empty seat between her. What was he doing here? The guy was a multi-billionaire shouldn't he be chowing down on lobster somewhere? Then it hit her. Crap she was unregistered she had figured at some point she'd be caught but she didn't plan on it being this soon. There was no way she could take on Iron Man of all people. Armor-piercing rounds weren't exactly meant to take on power armor. So she tried to play herself off smoothly. At the end of the day she was still a fangirl and he was an avenger for crying out loud so all she had to do was act natural.

"The Shawarma here is good New York can't seem to produce a good cut of steak if its life depended on it."

What the heck was a response like that? It was true the beef quality of the average New York restaurant was horrible, but THAT was her response upon seeing the man that was wealthier than Scrooge McDuck?!? where did she think she was Texas? She mentally facepalmed. 

[Rift]

Stark glanced at the girl and cocked a single eyebrow as he continued eating.

I think she's actually starstruck. I mean, I don't blame her, but still. This is the warmest reception I've had in awhile, he thought.

The new line of code he'd slipped into S.H.I.E.L.D's program for identifying and tracking potential superhumans and vigilantes had paid off. It was designed to route the information to him first, allowing him to weed out any possible complications that could arise and giving him say over whether action was taken or the data was deleted. Even though he had supported the SRA and continued to do so, he was well aware of the holes and potential pitfalls of the legislation. It was why he didn't come down hard on the Defenders. They were still doing good work and as long as the nothing happened that forced his hand he saw little harm in letting them continue to operate as they always had. When the world had threats like AIM, Hydra, and even the small matter of a freaking Skrull Invasion underway he didn't see a point in arresting friends and allies. Those resources were better spent elsewhere.

That was why when he'd first become aware of the young woman before him he decided to handle the matter personally. Not only could he assess her better in person than he could have from a SHIELD agent's report, but it gave him a chance to get out and about.

Like the good old days, before I had to juggle egos, red tape, and never-ending hearings before politicians that don't understand the stakes in the first place. How the hell Fury handled this day in and day out I will never know.

"So, gamma bomb went off in a Hot Topic? No? Lemme guess, bitten by a radioactive popstar? Skater punk bombarded with cosmic rays?" he asked jokingly, taking another bite of his food. "Seriously, kid, calm down. Have a seat, I'm buying. We're just talking. No biggie."

[John Kilroy]

Gwen smiled sheepishly."would you believe basic fangirl that comes from an alternate universe where all of you guys are fictional pop culture icons? I don't know how I got there the first time, the second I ended up here when I accidentally bought a toy portal gun from the internet that turned out to not be a toy at all.Truth is I probably have more in common with Utah the Watcher than I do the standard hero." She didn't know if Tony would actually believe her story but for better or worse she felt compelled to tell the truth. If he did think she was crazy she could come up with an alternative story. "I'm a young woman who wants to find her place in a world where her childhood icons are real... and desperately trying to find a gimmick that fits her. You really do look and sound like Robert Downey Jr by the way. Maybe in an alternate universe your a Hollywood star that's labeled as the sexiest man alive."

[Rift]

Stark blinked for a moment as he listened to the young woman's explanation.

Not sure exactly what I was expecting, but it wasn't...that. It is a testament to just how crazy life has been as of late that I don't dismiss it out of hand. Heck, alternate realities where I am a fictional character don't even register in the top 3 weird things I've heard just this morning. Not that she isn't spinning a yarn, but given the stuff I've been through let alone the secrets I've learned since running SHIELD and that isn't as farfetched as it sounds. One thing is for sure, Reed would have field day picking her brain about other realities and the like assuming she really is dimensional transplant, he thought.

"Me? An actor? Charming, good looking, rich, and loves to be the center of attention. Yeah, that doesn't sound like me at all, but hey crazier things have happened. I mean Stiltman is a thing for some reason," he replied, taking another bite of his lunch. "But uh, potential interdimensional shenanigans and my being awesome in every reality aside, we kinda need to have a chat kid."

He took a drink of his soda before continuing.

"If everything you are saying is true, it's both fascinating and kinda freaky in a Weird Science kinda way. You wouldn't be the first visitor from a different reality or even a different time that I've run across. And under normal circumstances, normal as that could be anyway, I'd love to hear more about it. I'd introduce you to some of the other smartest people in the world and we'd see about helping you out, getting you home, or getting you settled here. And seeing as I do have my fair share of experience when it comes to marketing, I might even be inclined to help you work on the gimmick. Unfortunately for both of us, these days everything is pretty far from normal. I'm assuming you watch the news? Or being your age, you probably skim the web? Caught a blurb on the latest trendy social media platform? Whatever. Point is, you have to have heard about a little piece of legislation that's been in effect for a hot minute. That's why I'm here...you know come to think of it I didn't catch your name, miss...?"

[John Kilroy]

"Gwendolyn Poole. In my universe, I'm both its version of Gwen Stacy and...." she hit smacked her head on the table, and let out a groan. "...Deadpool."

Yep she still very much hated the "meme dispenser with a mouth." as she called him.

"as for concerns of me being stranded. You don't have to worry about me being stranded here. I travel back and forth between my home earth and this earth all the time, and no I will NOT reveal my methods to you because chances are you are going to take it away from me due to "National security" stuff. I know you hate your job as much as I hate you being in your current job, but the fact of the matter is you're still the director of SHIELD, still under the thumb of the SRA, and by extension more likely than not an unwitting pawn of either HYDRA or the Skrulls or whatever force that has more likely than not compromised the US government as we speak...it's not that I don't want to trust you Mr. Stark and show off my best gadget because believe me I do. I REALLY do, but...I can't. Not unless I know you'll keep prying eyes from seeing. "

She took a sip of her coffee. "Oh by the way. You may want to have your boys take a look at Fort Knox. It might have received a...hefty donation recently. Tell the president the Queen in Yellow sends her." 

she took another drink, now feeling more confident. "Back to the subject at hand Mr. Stark. Yes, I am aware of the registration act and no I will not register. If you wish to make an attempt at an arrest, then I suggest we take things outside away from any potential collateral damage. the fact that you are still behind it is frankly baffling to me. Honestly, I get wanting accountability, transparency, and civilian protection but of all the options you could have gone with you gave the keys of the superhero kingdom to the US government...the very organization whose integrity and security has been so frequently compromised it's become a running joke within inner circles.  You might as well have just handed over the superhero community to the Red Skull or Ultron or the Skrulls or whomever and I get it you were pressured but you must realize you're dealing with people and powers that think like children. They think if they can control you or more accurately make you quietly go away, then all of these terrorist groups and alien invasions will magically go away. Just like how they think printing more money will magically make poverty go away.  Not too long ago you outright refused to hand over your iron man technology because you knew how stupid and naive these people were. They still are. Superhumans are the only true military protecting Earth from everything else and the rest of the universe knows it.... Do you want to know what I believe to be the truth?


I believe that the SRA is a trap by whom I don't know my gut says the Skrulls but it wouldn't surprise me if it's HYDRA they know they can't beat Superheroes directly so they decided to take the shadow approach and declaw you. Now that you can't do anything without approval from the government who by the way probably infiltrators, they can just march onto the planet and take over with minimal resistance and those who do resist can now be blackmailed or compromised because now they have all the information they need on those heroes. So congratulations, you and every single superhero that participated in that stupid civil war all got played like a fiddle and sold the rest of us out without even knowing it....and if you think I'm wrong $10 million says I'm not, but I think you think I'm probably right."

Gwen slumped back with a look of relief. This had been something she wanted to get off her chest ever since she first got to this earth and found out the Civil War was very much canon to this universe even if it's circumstances were different. her only regret was that Steve Rodgers wasn't heard because she had plenty of choice words to say to him too.


"And before you ask, this isn't me flexing some sort of omnipotent knowledge. Those of us who read our history can recognize patterns and predict outcomes. You know as the saying goes...those who don't learn from history repeat it. It also might not hurt for you to frequent superhero conventions...I think you'll find superhero geeks like me are far more knowledgeable about things than you might expect." 

[Rift]

Tony listened without interrupting. Not only was this conversation far more interesting than he had expected, especially from someone so young, but it also showed a level of awareness that may have added some validity to her claims of being from some other reality. Plus, this was a conversation he had, had before. Many times in fact in various different forms. He'd heard the arguments plenty of times whether they were impassioned speeches from Steve Rogers or the overly analytical, pinpoint analysis of Reed Richards.

There hasn't been a day since it was enacted that I haven't thought about it from every angle. All the possibilities, the pitfalls, the risk versus reward. It isn't often that I have to stop and second guess myself, to wonder if I did the right thing. Hell, I've probably not had this much back and forth on something since I gave up drinking and it isn't like the kid is saying stuff I haven't considered. I've certainly heard similar sentiment from others in the superhero biz, he thought.

"Kid...Miss Poole. Don't get me wrong here, I appreciate the straight talk. Honest. It is a very nice change from SHIELD briefings and Washington talking heads, neither of which say what they mean or take a thousand words to accomplish what two would do if they weren't trying to be pretentious. But respectfully, I have heard it before. All of it. Been around the block with Avengers, politicians, and even one very passionate street performer in Times Square," he said, pausing to take another very deliberate sip of his drink.

Setting it down he made eye contact, really getting a good look at her for the first time.

"Here's the deal. I didn't get ahead in weapons manufacturing, tech development, or saving the world a million times over by being shortsighted. I'm something of a futurist. I too see patterns, sometimes years before they become relevant. I've studied history and in fact I was pretty good at it...or at least that's what my overly attractive teacher said at the time. She might have been bias. Point is the SRA is not something I rushed into without comparing it to what I have seen both in the past and coming down the road. You want to know what I see?"

Standing he pointed across the way at a young man with headphones in, stuffing his face with French fries.

"That kid there. Nice looking. Bit of a dork maybe, trying way too hard to look cool. Now maybe he's just a normal teenager. Or maybe he can incinerate the entire place and everyone in it if he suddenly finds out the girl he likes in his math class isn't into him. Maybe it isn't on purpose, maybe he just has no control because he kept his abilities hidden. And why wouldn't he? He's seen the news reports. Men and women in long underwear and masks running around beating up bad guys. They don't tell anyone who they are, so why should he? Maybe, one day, that girl will like him because he'll be the one on the news playing hero, standing next to an Avenger. So the precedent is set, because so many others do it, why shouldn't he follow the example of those lauded for saving the city. Only when something goes wrong the families of those turned to ash? They are not going to care that he was just a kid or that he was imitating Thor or Spider-Man. No they are gonna demand justice and assuming it isn't a lynch mob situation, it will be the government stepping in and taking away the decision from him and all others that find themselves in his shoes."

Sitting back down he took another bite.

"Now, imagine that happens but every Avenger, Defender, Champion, and you name it tells the government to kick rocks. Then regular people, who already can't fully trust a mask and people that can defy the laws of physics, see that superheroes don't think the laws apply to them. They are above the law, better than average citizens, and not at all different that the costumed lunatics they fight in the streets. What then? Do we go to war with the government? Do we tell them 'thanks for your concern, but we have this because we know better than you and the will of the people'?"

Sighing, he rubbed his temple, the old familiar headache returning.

"Truth is, even before the Captain Marvel incident, this was coming. One way or another. Maybe it is a scheme by outside forces to neuter heroes. Maybe not. People are scared of what they don't understand and they already feel that there are two systems of justice with separate rules for those who are rich and connected and those who are not. Add a third level of distrust because people that can read minds and fly are now just as above the law as politicians? It is asking for anarchy. And besides, at least with me in the middle of this I can mitigate the damage. I was already able to hold the government off from demanding copies of superhuman identities. If it wasn't for me these things would already be public knowledge and nobody who has ever risked their neck to stop a mugging or prevent some whack-job mad scientist from blowing up the city would be safe. It isn't a perfect solution and it isn't a perfect system, but it is what we have to work with."

Tossing the wrapper from his food into the trash and flashed his usual dazzling smile at her.

"As for you Ms. Poole, know what, screw it, Gwen. When it comes to you Gwen I picked up on you precisely because I am in a position to do so, to try and hold back the flood before well intentioned folks like you get caught up in it and drown. Someone else, Norman Osborn for instance? Wouldn't be as discerning. So no I'm not here to arrest you or try to force you to do anything. If that was the case, well, this conversation would be going very differently and this place would be swarming with agents. I just needed to make sure, to see what kind of person you are, to determine for myself if you are a problem or part of the solution. Jury is still out on that, but considering I was just updated about that Fort Knox issue," he said tapping near his eye, the high-tech contact lens in it flashing momentarily. "I'm going to go with my gut and say it's the latter. At least for now."

Draining his soda and making sure to make it as annoying as possible once it was gone via sounds from the straw, he winked.

"You said you wanted to find your place here? Well count yourself in good company. There are some folks over in Hell's Kitchen who are not exactly on board with the new law either, but we have an unspoken understanding. As long as things don't escalate to where it becomes my problem, I'm not going to be as hardline on enforcement as I should be. Same applies to you kid. I'd much rather be punching Von Strucker in the nose and sending Living Laser for a loop than I would play super cop. So don't give me a reason to have to and we are good. I literally have bigger fish to fry. I do my job and do it well and you don't have to hear about it. I only ask for the same in kind."

[John Kilroy]

“I get what you are saying but…” Gwen let out a sigh as she continued to sip on her coffee. The wheels in her head were turning trying to figure hout how exactly she wanted to say what she wanted to say. She couldn't go full truth bomb him and say something like how all civs weren’t real and just existed to be a catalyst for drama. A. It’d sound Crazy B. it’d be borderline meta gaming and C. It’d be straight up sociopathic.

“Look, I’m going to preface this by saying “Don’t hear what I’m NOT saying. You…CANNOT save…everyone. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many contingency plans you make there is always going to be loss. It’s just life and the people that hate you, the ones that are demanding you jump for hoops through them, they are always going to hate you. You’re partially right that they do fear what they don’t understand, but most of that is just an excuse, ironically you could call it a mask. The actual reason why they fear you is because, and again PLEASE do not hear what I am not saying. But people like the Avengers, people like Steve, Carol, you…you’re better than them. Faster Stronger, more moral, and they can’t accept that. If enabled with the kind of power a superhero has, they’d be a supervillain in a heartbeat. In their eyes, they are the epitome of how moral a person can be and if they can’t measure up, then how could anybody else possibly do it? “If I had these kinds of powers, I’d be evil so surely everyone else would be even more so. You say you don’t want anarchy, but the thing is laws like the SRA doesn't actually stop anarchy it just creates rigged anarchy. They want to be able to do whatever they want while you can’t stop them. Rules for thee but none for me. They want freedom for them and bondage for you and they will use a superheroes sense of duty and compassion to do it. You’re a fellow geek, see if you recognize this quote. ““When I am weaker than You, I ask you for Freedom because that is according to your principles; when I am Stronger than you, I take away your Freedom Because that is according to my principles.” you can’t help people like that Stark no matter how hard you try, and you’re only going to corrupt yourself by trying…Dang it Carol.”

The pain in Gwen’s voice and face upon thinking about her idol's fall from grace was evident.

“And if the whole thing was about building trust and not making yourself seem above the people…well how was it you put? You screwed the pooch hard, bigtime. you and “The Star-Spangled man with a plan both. Stark…Tony, Talk to people I don’t mean the people on twitter, I don’t mean the people who are heavily vetted to basically be talking heads for the like of the bugle I mean talk to people on the street. You’ll find that most of the people hate your guts right now, really hate the SRA and absolutely loathe…people like what Carol Danvers. They trust you guys less now than ever before. You may be right that Superheroes need to be transparent and need to be held accountable maybe you’re right about all that, but not like this…not like this. This isn’t me talking as a superhero right now I’m a cosplayer at best. This is me talking as one of the civilians you’re trying to help."

She then let out a sigh. “You know when I was a little girl my dad introduced me to Carol Danver’s comics like from the very start. I got to read her highest highs and her lowest lows, even the part where she was abducted by her…buy Marcus and when she got soul sucked by Rogue. She inspired me. Inspired me to join the marines after I got booted back into my own universe the first time...and in a way…”

Gwen let’s out a sigh. “I had my Mckinny moment too. I want to say it was a mission gone wrong, but it was a mission set up to fail. I have blood on my hands too. When I got back home, I couldn't live with the guilt. So…I nearly had a Gwen Stacy moment of my own…I…I almost jumped. Then I thought about Carol and all the stuff she went, and I know she had her ups and downs. I know she had a problem with booze. But every time she fell down it seemed like she always got back up and when I came back to this universe I wanted to meet her so badly and thank her for…well saving my life and reigniting my passion with the better parts of myself..”

She took a swig.

“Then I come to this universe and everyone I talk to, people who were fans of her like I was tell me I really don’t want to meet her, how she’s become unrecognizable since taking on the Captain Marvel mantle. I’ve heard the term “Fascist...er female dog" quite frequently and this is coming from people that don’t use that term lightly…I..I don’t want to see you guys fall apart and become hollow shadows of yourself. The world doesn't need more soldiers and it doesn't want. What it wants is people who are willing to talk to them at their level. The world needs people like Carol Danvers used to be now more than ever. If you ever see her can you tell her that she doesn't have to be alone please?”

Another swig...her voice was starting to crack. She had to hold back tears,

"I just don't want to see you guys' break. I've watched several versions of you guys fall apart and become unrecognizable versions of yourselves earth-616 prime, Earth-1610, heck even Earth-199999 is starting to suffer that fate and I'm getting so... sick of it... I want to see you guys be heroes... no not heroes...I want to see you guys be people again I want to see you be able to breathe every once in a while and go through mundane fun stuff to remind people like me why we root so much for you guys in the first place... not just be... action figures that get thrown around from one soap opera event playset to another, "Watch as all your favorite superheroes battle it out are you #teamironman or #TeamAmerica. oooh secret aliens are invading the marvel universe and disguising themselves as earth's mightiest heroes who do you trust? Get your decoder ring in specially marked boxes of Frosted Flakes to find out who is real and who is an imposter...watch out Jean Grey has resurrected as the Dark Phoenix for the 17th FREAKING TIME! Oh look all of your favorite X-men have been slaughtered in a mutant massacre….AGAIN!!! All of this pointless crap, these same crappy stories repeating themselves over and over and over again with maybe SLIGHT variations and a new setting like this is Bill Murray’s “Groundhog Day” all for what? some vain attempt to sell comics…"

She stopped herself. Did she really want to go all the way with this? Already she was sounding like a mad woman going on a rant. Did she really want to go that final step into complete looneyvile? Like Tony Stark was supposed to believe that his entire existence is a piece of fiction there was no way he'd believe it let alone accept it. Heck she wasn't even sure if that was how things worked herself. For all she knew Stan Lee Jack Kirby and the rest of the Marvel writers were watchers under a normal human guise and pen name writing these stories down and drawing them as they witnessed them unfold. Yet, she couldn't fully buy that because it seemed like every time things in the marvel universe derailed it seemed to be at the exact same time the execs running Marvel Comics in her world felt desperate and in need of a gimmick, and said gimmick just happened to unfold beat for beat on earth-616 Prime exactly as the editors wanted it. Coincidence, really? Carol and Tony on Earth-616 Prime just happened to jumpstart another civil war just as Marvel Execs needed another Civil War to happen in the comics to cash in on the success of the Captain America: Civil War film? (Or as Gwen liked to call it, Avengers: Civil War)

Even if she was right though, nobody could reasonably be expected to believe her and even if they did there was the elephant in the room that this wasn't Earth-616 prime, it was Earth MHR-616. and it did have it's differences however big or small they were so her vast comic book knowledge would only give her an idea of what MAY happen, not what WOULD happen or HOW it'd go down IF it went down at all, so in the end, what could she or anybody else do about it? Nothing, that was probably the worst part about her "Super Powers" On paper she had absolute cosmic awareness and the potential to have powers that rivaled the One Above All, but in reality, with all of the limitations she was put under by the medium she was in meant her powers mounted up to comic book trivia and vague warnings that any two-bit Nostradamus could conjure up. In other words, it added up to Jack and squat and Jack left town.


Honestly, her Comic Book/4th Wall awarness felt more like a curse than a superpower at this point, and for that brief moment, she began to sympathize with the Deathstroke rip-off she ironically herself was ripped off from. As much as it annoyed her to see Deadpool wink to the audience and spew dated pop-culture reference, after pop-culture reference, what else could he do with that 4th wall knowledge? She began to cry. Not just months but years worth of emotions were now pouring out. She just couldn’t take it anymore.


"...and I can’t do a thing about it!!!”


She took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. If she wasn’t careful she’d hyperventilate

"I'm sorry I know…I know I sound like some crazy idiot. If you visited my earth and understood the context it'd make a lot more sense... assuming you didn't suffer an existential crisis as a result..."


She wiped her eyes and bit her lip as if contemplating a decision.

"If I could get you to go COMPLETELY radio silent...do you want me to just show you my world? I feel like if I showed you everything it’d make me seem…well…less crazy. I warn you, My Earth itself is really REALLY underwhelming. Like seriously, the biggest threat to my world is a bunch of bloated billionaires that may or may not want to return to the days of feudalism...in other words a day that ends in Y for the likes of you guys. Superheroes aren't a thing, humans have never made contact with aliens, we haven't been to the moon since the 70s let alone established bases or colonies on Mars...we've yet to even utilize nuclear technology in any significant capacity let alone anything like arc reactors and the closest thing you'll ever see to magic is your standard Las Vegas Sleight of hand."

[Rift]

Tony listened to the girl and for once in his life decided to remain silent. Normally he would have interrupted her, maybe made a few quips, and definitely thought she was having some kind of episode. After all, coming form another dimension? Well, that was not exactly news. He'd been to several other places personally and had more than one encounter with enemies and even allies from other realities. Heck there had even been that alternate version of him as a teenager.

Technically, that was Kang. But still. She's not talking total nonsense, but a place where me, Carol, the Avengers, and everything I've always known is just works of fiction? Life and death battles are just funny pages in a dying medium? I mean that's...sad. It also isn't outside the realm of possibilities. After all some of the theories on the multiverse contend that every eventuality is reality somewhere, he thought.

Clearly, she was passionate about what she was saying and if there was any doubt, any inkling that she was merely disturbed, that went right out the window when she mentioned things that technically she shouldn't be aware of. Things no civilian should know. More than once now she had referenced the Skrulls and outside of him, Reed Richards, and a select few other SHIELD personnel nobody should have known that the green skinned aliens were playing a major role in current events. In fact he suspected there was a full-scale invasion underway and the fallout would be seen sooner rather than later. So at least on that number she had his interest.

Admit it Stark. You are curious. Not only would a new world fascinate you, but one where they don't even know you are real and still you are a hero kids the world over look up to? That's just the kind of ego stroking you live for. Besides, you don't want to admit it but she has a point. Folks are scared of you. You and all the other heroes are looked at through a lens of fear that wasn't there before. You know it, even if you don't want to admit it. You ignore the data, the polls, and tune out the news. You tell yourself you are doing this for the betterment of all mankind, but deep down something isn't right. Maybe this could clue you in to how to fix that, to repair the damage done by the so-called Civil War.

"Oh, what the hell. Hold on," he said to Gwen.

Taking a case out of his pocket he deposited two contacts within.

"Faraday cage. No signals in or out," he explained.

Closing his eyes he focused, the Extremis in his system responding to mental commands to shut down all comm. systems. He accessed a satellite in orbit and had the transponder system stop receiving his signal. Likewise he jammed communications on the frequencies most likely to be used by SHIELD agents in the area, just in case Hill had pulled a fast one and had him followed.

Turning to her he said, "Okay kid. I'm giving a number of spy types and even some politicians miniature aneurysms by doing this, but they know I sometimes take liberties with protocol. So far as they are concerned the leader of the most powerful intelligence agency on the planet just winked out of existence for a spell. So don't make me regret this. You better not be some kind of new Ultron, a chick Kang, or a tiny more efficient MODOK or I'm going to look really stupid. I mean you are not a supervillain in disguise? Are you? ARE YOU?"

He smirked. "No. Doom could never pull off that outfit. Okay, what now? Wiggle your nose, snap your fingers, or pull out some magic mirror? Times a ticking Gwen. Let's go see how awesome I am in print and ink."

[John Kilroy]

Gwen couldn't help but almost jump up with giddiness and held back a muffled squeal of excitement. if you told her 9-year-old self this was going to happen she'd tell you to shut up yet here was Tony Stark one of the main avengers ready to see her earth. It was like a dream come true it was now becoming a reality It didn't take long for Gwen to take out her portal gun and set it to Earth-1218D. 

"Come on come on come on!" she was practically pulling him by the hand like a child would not even giving him the chance to protest. again, She was so excited. If she were in her right mind, she'd probably be embarrassed by her rather childish behavior, but hey even adults had to have their moments of innocence. once in a while.

To Be Continued...

continued in AN IRON ENCOUNTER PT 2, (GWENPOOL AND IRON MAN)