Annika grew up in the mysterious Red Room, the place where the all so famous Natasha Romanoff got trained. Except, back in Russia, she is known by a different name. Natalia Alianovna, one of the most successful assassins the Red Room ever had. One o...
Waking up the next morning, I glanced at the time, realizing it was very early.
Stretching, I looked out the window, seeing the quiet streets below me.
Perhaps because it was so early I could look around a little.
They did say that I could.
Heading to the closet, I looked around inside, picking out a new outfit for the day.
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I pulled the ripped black jeans on, along with a black t-shirt that was very popular right now.
Grabbing a camo jacket and some white sneakers, I stepped out of the closet,
Walking over to the washroom, I looked in the mirror, my long hair hanging down.
Brushing it, I pulled it back, this time doing a ponytail.
My new piercings glinted, and I was starting to look like my own person.
Walking out of the room, I glanced around, before heading to the elevator.
Pressing the number that I knew was Tony's lab, I waited as the it ascended, the feeling still quite foreign.
I stepped into the bright area, looking around at all of the machines.
Glancing around, I saw a moving coffee machine, and turned it on, looking at the stuff on the counter.
There were a few small gadgets, one I recognized as a set of Peter's web shooters.
Picking them up, I took a look, and realized that it was missing a few pieces.
Trying to figure out what it was missing, I was interrupted by the coffee machine dropping and breaking a glass.
It had been placed with the side against the counter, instead of on it.
Hooking a USB cord into the machine, I connected it to a laptop that was sitting close by, getting onto its programming easily.
"What are you doing?" Tony asked as I started to change the coding, and I stood up quickly.
"Sorry, I will leave," I said quickly, realizing he most likely didn't like me poking around.
"No, it's okay. What are you doing?" He asked, coming over to me.
"The motion sensors on your coffee robot are wrong. They stop once they sense the counter, rather than after it's over it. It's only using the sides, rather than top and bottom," I replied, changing the coding slightly.
"I never thought of that," he said softly, checking my work.
Finishing the changes, I turned the machine back on, waiting for it to pour another cup of coffee.
It placed it on the counter, before backing up and turning off.
