Ch•8- The Prince

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            Vienna is stunning, even from the car window

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            Vienna is stunning, even from the car window. I wore a jet black pencil skirt with a white silk button up which was loosely tucked into the waist band of my skirt. Somehow I was managing with the black heels that covered my feet. I was with Nat, who always seemed so well put together no matter what she was wearing. I envy her ability to look good all the time.

          I'm so use to wearing jeans or work out shorts and large t-shirts. Professional looks are never my style, I like comfort. At least I wore shorts under this skirt to make it more durable.

           We stood in an empty silver elevator, waiting as we ascended up towards the floor where the conference was taking place. The number rose one by one until it reached fourteen. The elevator door opened, taking us in to a large roomed lined with windows. Large desks sat in elevated rows, a glass of water and files sat at each chair.

          There were some people standing around, talking quietly with each other. Some stood around the podium set up in the front of the room. The King of Wakanda was present today, I don't really know where he is. I stayed by Natasha's side as we both entered the room.
"You ready for this?" She asked, leaning her head down towards mine and placed her hand on my shoulder momentarily.

"Nope" I popped the 'p'.

"Good, just be my shadow and you'll be fine"

           I laughed, brushing some hair out from my eyes. Just a few hours ago we were in London with Steve, now, we're in Vienna, Austria. The signing of the Sokovia Accords was taking place on this day. The King of Wakanda was present along with some other important UN leaders from around the world.

           I was excited to meet and talk with him. My Father is somewhere back in the States, probably at headquarters. We don't exactly work together all that much anymore. He's focussing more on his technology and I'm being sucked into the life of SHIELD Agent, or what's left of SHEILD. I am not exactly sure if being a SHIELD Agent is what I want to do yet. I'm only sixteen, I've still got time to think about it.

            All because my Mother started her Agent work at this age doesn't mean I have to.
Natasha stepped down the stairs and mingled with the crowd. Reporters were instantly on us, shoving their microphones and recording devices in our face. They pummeled me with questions, and I gave back the 'Starkist' replies that I could think of.

          "Jessica Stark?! Over here! How does it feel to be the youngest person in the building?" A bald man asked, sticking his phone in my face. I blinked a few times, adjusting my eyes to the flashes.

          "Are you for the Accords, or against them? The world wants to know the Daughter of Irons Man's take on this situation" A woman asked, holding out a pen and paper in her manicured hands.

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