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A Stark Choice
‘Sir. Ms. Romanoff is approaching the main elevator.’ Tony Stark, genius-philanthropist-billionaire-playboy, put down the soldering iron and turned away from the circuit card to look at the security monitors. He could see Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, or Nat as they called her now, in the wan light of the lobby walking calmly toward the elevator doors on the lower level of Stark Tower. ‘Jarvis, did you miss a meeting reminder?’ ‘No, sir,’ replied the disembodied voice of Stark’s sentient...