Eleanor Amora is the crown princess of a small country that is blessed by the gods. Most of them are blessed with gifts of healing, growth and love. Not Eleanor though.
She was blessed by Zeus himself, given the gift of manipulating electricity. Ye...
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"Okay, let's start." Tony clapped his hands as Eleanor followed him into an isolated room. The walls were made out of metal, probably bulletproof. It was perfect for what Tony had in mind. Eleanor wore a purple tank top, a black sports bra and black leggings.
"But I haven't even eaten anything..." Eleanor felt really tired. She didn't sleep much the night before. And even though she didn't know what time it was, she could tell it was very early in the morning.
"You don't need it." Mr Stark stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face the girl.
She made her way down to the lab to see Stark standing there, waiting. He was already suited up, except for the visor. He quickly flipped it down.
"Let's see what you've got," he said, aiming a laser at her.
Bolts of electricity shot up, and one made contact with the end of her hand. It shot through Eleanor, and catapulted out of her other hand, bouncing wildly around the room. She grinned at the accomplishment. Tony was still frowning.
"Did that hurt?"
"I felt a jump, but not really."
He took a deep breath.
"Then try to hit me with one."
Eleanor spent several minutes trying to accomplish this feat. But it seemed impossible. The bolts wouldn't always make contact with her. And when they did, she could hardly feel them, let alone control them, before they had left her body. The only way she knew had been struck was the fact that she felt like she had at least eight double cappuccinos after each one. She was finding it frustrating. Tony noticed it and nodded to himself.
"Use the anger," he said. She looked up at him, not understanding.
"Use it to focus your energy. Electricity is hard to contain. But with enough concentration--"
He was suddenly struck in the stomach with a bolt of lightning. Eleanor stared at the end of her hand in astonishment. He looked up and smirked.
"Again."
Before long, she didn't have to wait for the electricity to come to her. She could make it come to her. Eleanor was levitating in the middle of the room, not touching anything. And the electricity continued to flow to her. She gathered as much as she could and blasted it at Tony, knocking him back a few feet. It didn't seem like much but she knew that it took something powerful to do that. He took a deep breath.
He quickly turned on his boosters, hoping to fly out of range. But you followed just as quickly, shooting bolts from her hands. After a few well-aimed attacks, his suit began to malfunction and crackle with electricity.
"This one is going to feel different," he told her.
"Bring it on," She told him. Not only was Tony on fire, but nearly everything else in the lab was too.
And then she shot a quick succession of lightning bolts at him. He dodged a few and deflected the others. But she shot another stream of fire at him. Just to see what happened. It enveloped him and within seconds he was trying to suppress the flames.
"Sir, your suit is starting to overheat," JARVIS told him.
"I know that! Turn on the sprinklers," Tony commanded. The sprinklers came on, dousing him in soothing water. He sighed as he realized he wasn't on fire anymore. His inventions might be ruined, but at least he was all right. He looked up and froze.
She woke up to someone shaking her. "Eleanor?" She stared up at Tony. She didn't remember falling on the floor or blacking out. She panted slightly, eyes wide.
"What happened?" She asked.
"You caused a rather large explosion." And that was when she heard the alarm blaring. The fire sprinklers were going off. And the other side of the room was on fire.
"Did I hit you?" Eleanor asked.
He held up his arms. They were turning an ugly red colour from the force of the explosion. But Eleanor grinned. She had done it.
"And there's one thing left I need to tell you." That drifted the girl's attention away from her hands. "You see, I'm very good with people." He placed his hand on her shoulder. "And I can see that you're a good kid. You mean no harm and you don't wish to hurt anyone. I've. . ." He stopped, trying to find the accurate word. "Arranged something that will let you have a simple, normal life. "You'll go back to high school, finish your last years there-"
"Year." Eleanor corrected him, earning a perplexed glance from the older man. "I'm turning eighteen next summer. This is my last year."
"Alright, so you finish your last year and after that, you decide. You could go to college, I have a few contacts that could get you into MIT or you could go straight to work. But . . . if you want to work with us, we'd be delighted to have you as a member of our team." He extended his hand, waiting for her to shake it.
"Deal?"
"Awesome!"
"Also, are you good at pulling off any accents?"
She gave him a weird and obscure look.
"Yeah, I am actually . . . Why?"
"Let's just say, I told these people you were from another country studying here for an internship."
