Massachusetts, May 4, 2016, morning (Liz POV)
MIT Alumni Honors
Tony is on stage demonstrating the system we made to get rid of trauma from past events. It's the memory of his parents leaving.
"That's how I wish it happened. Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing or BARF. God, we gotta work on that acronym. An extremely costly method of hijacking the hippocampus—to clear traumatic memories. It doesn't change the fact that they never made it to the airport—or all the things I did to avoid processing my grief, but—Plus, $611 million for our little therapeutic experiment? No one in their right mind would've ever funded it. Help me out, what's the MIT mission statement? 'To generate, disseminate, and preserve knowledge. And work with others to bring it to bear on the world's great challenges.' Well, you are the others. And, quiet as it's kept—the challenges facing you are the greatest mankind's ever known. Plus, most of you are broke. Oh, I'm sorry. Rather, you were. As of this moment—"
"Every student has been made an equal recipient of the inaugural September Foundation Grant. As in—all of your projects have just been approved and funded. No strings, no taxes—just reframe the future! Starting now."
"Let me formally introduce the head of the foundation and my wife. Dr. Elizabeth Stark."
"Thanks, love. I can't wait to see what every single one of you can accomplish."
"Go break some eggs."
A teacher and director start talking to us, but our focus is on each other as we just relived trauma. We give our mics to the tech before heading to the elevator. A woman is standing there.
"That was nice, what you did for those young people."
"Ah, they deserve it. Plus, it helps ease my conscience."
"He never has forgiven himself for what would likely be considered my fault."
"They say there's a correlation between generosity and guilt. But if you've got the money—break as many eggs as you like. Right?"
Tony clicks the elevator button, and we're both confused as neither button was pushed yet.
"Are you going up?"
"I'm right where I want to be."
"Okay. Hey," Tony jumps forward as she reaches into her purse.
"Occupational hazard, ma'am. I'm so sorry," I say.
"I work for the State Department," she says turning back to face Tony. "Human Resources. I know it's boring—but it enabled me to raise a son. I want to say thank you, Mrs. Stark. You saved him in Sokovia."
"Oh. I—you are certainly welcome. But I was just doing my job, ma'am. I hope you have an amazing rest of your day."
My phone suddenly rings. It's the Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross. Tony gets on the elevator, and I teleport to the Pentagon to meet Ross.
"What do you want?"
"This. You've become a problem."
"Let's just go before I tryto kill you. Come on, Tony."
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Viper
FanficShe's the director of SHIELD, but she started out as an agent. This is the story of Adelaide Rogers and her rise to power throughout the MCU.
