Several hours into our discussion into alien technologies and what exactly constituted a 'Tinker Specialization,' the sun had started to slowly crest the horizon, Pepper Potts arrived. Tony offered Banner and I rooms at a local hotel until we could find more permanent accommodations.
"I have taken the initiative to reserve two executive suites for Miss Weaver and Mister Banner," JARVIS piped up, "a car will be ready for pickup in half an hour."
"You're the best JARVIS," said Tony.
"Tony," said Bruce, "you don't have to …"
"No, but I want to." Then Tony turned to me. "Have you settled on a name? It feels weird to call you Weaver all the time."
I had been thinking about it ever since the battle had finished. I needed a real name, not just an alias. My first thought had been Taylor, she was a large part of me after all, but it didn't feel right. Names that played on Administrator had been another thought, Adeline, Minerva. In the end, I settled on something that would honor Taylor's legacy without replacing it.
"Anne," I said, "Anne Taylor. It- It was her middle name."
"And you want to keep her legacy alive," said Tony solemnly, "I understand." There was a beat of silence then Tony clapped his hands. "Now, for the introductions. Those two are Bruce Banner, sometimes he's also a big green guy called Hulk, and Anne Taylor - an alien from another dimension. Guys, this is Pepper Potts, my beautiful girlfriend and CEO of Stark Industries."
"An alien? from another dimension? Tony, what the hell happened today?" asked Pepper.
Before our cars arrived, Tony had managed to gracefully salvage the situation and had avoided sleeping on the couch that night. The ride to the hotel was in a companionable silence, both Bruce and I were exhausted. Human bodies had their limits and I was discovering mine.
Through a twist of irony, the Stark Tower was located where the Protectorate Headquarters had been on Earth Bet. The hotel was only ten blocks away but the destruction in the streets made the trip much longer than it should have been. I joked with Bruce that we could've walked there faster.
The hotel building was still intact except for a few scorch marks on the north-western wall. The driver dropped us in front of the entrance and the hotel receptionist provided us with our room key. We both declined help to carry our luggage as neither of us had anything more than the clothes on our backs at this point.
It seemed that JARVIS had spared no expense, two executive suites in a five star hotel did not come cheap. A warm bath did a lot to soothe my phantom aches from the battle. I then jumped straight into bed and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
While my body slept, I turned my full attention to my coreself. The damage that the Warrior had done as part of the deployment process had been extensive, he'd crippled a lot of critical systems. Those systems hadn't been needed for the cycle and my main memory had a full backup of the necessary structures. I had been enacting repairs ever since his death but the primary bottlenecks had been energy and infrastructure. I needed special structures to self-modify or repair and they had also been crippled. Their functionality was limited to minor modifications.
The new zero point extractor provided me with virtually infinite energy but the throughput suffered. I would need to build several more to get to a point where I could start to rebuild. Then there was the problem of raw materials, my internal stores were dangerously low. Energy to matter conversion was eye wateringly expensive which meant I would need to do some mining. I doubted that any government on earth would allow me to gobble up mountains, this left extra-dimensional or extra-planetary mining as viable options.
Without a Clairvoyant Shard to assist in navigation, jumping to alternate worlds was the height of folly. It was stupidly easy to get lost without any reference points, I couldn't even use my coreself as a reference as it was in a pocket space attached to my human body and would follow it. And I couldn't deploy sub-Shards as I didn't have the necessary mass.
This left only extra-planetary mining. Navigation in realspace was significantly easier, especially within a single system. It would take some time to develop a suite of powers to move around in space and harvest the materials but I estimated it at a few months at most. Less if I could borrow a spaceship.
For now, I would dedicate my remaining mass to building more energy generation. Several new Zero point extractors as well as some cold fusion plants for high consumption systems. I could not use solar collectors or geothermal pumps due to my current predicament.
I woke up the next day covered in sweat, my heartbeat drumming into my ears. The nightmares of the Golden Morning slowly fading from my conscious memory. The dreams had started with flashes of my good times with the Undersiders and the Chicago Wards. The rare moment of calm surrounded by friends. Then the nightmares had come. Leviathan destroying my home, the Nine and the horrors they brought, Echidna, the Fallen, the Teeth, Scion. So much death, all my fault.
My remaining hand was shaking like a leaf and my missing arm itched with phantom pains. Sometimes, being human sucked. I stayed in bed, looking out through the window until I calmed down. A long shower later, I felt better.
When I finished, it was ten and the room phone had several messages.
"You have TWO messages," the robotic voice announced.
"Hey Anne," the voice of Tony Stark said, "I send you a phone and a debit card. Go buy some clothes and call me when you're done. I managed to track down the stuff you had on you when you showed up here, I had them brought to your new lab at the Stark Tower. Oh, and there's also an official spot in the Avengers for you that comes with the lab." The message ended and I blinked a few times in surprise. I hadn't expected an offer like that out of the blue.
The second message was from the hotel staff, they had received a package for me, presumably Stark's, and to call them back to deliver it and the breakfast.
I picked up the receiver and punched in the number for the reception.
A few minutes later, the staff brought up a rolling tray with an assortment of breads, jams, pastries, and options for either tea or coffee. The other item was a small suitcase. Opening it revealed a selection of clothes, pants and t-shirts, as well as a few shorts, skirts, blouses and dresses in various colors and styles. A note in the suitcase explained that Tony had tasked one of his assistants to pick some clothes up for me, there was an envelope with all the receipts attached.
In a side pouch, I found the promised smartphone - with an Avengers themed case - and two credit cards, a black with the same Avengers logo in it to the name of Weaver, and a blue one to my name that looked more normal. I was a bit surprised that Tony would extend this level of trust out of the box but with an AI monitoring things, I supposed that the risk was minimal.
"Good Morning, Miss Weaver. How can I assist you today." The phone also came with a virtual assistant. Only you Tony Stark.
A/N: I have edited the previous episodes with some additional scenes. Episode 1 has an extra fight during the Hawkeye segment and Episode 2 goes into more details about powers during the floor repair segment. I've also clarified QA's (human body's) age in the last scene.
We're reaching the end of the first mini-arc, probably one more episode. After this, time will move a bit faster until the events of Iron Man 3 (May 2012 to Dec 2012) to allow Anne to settle down a bit.