Petre felt her anxiety spike, she could see the blue circle coming through the teenager’s shirt as she staggered towards the main doors of the half completed Stark Resilient building. Her huge wall of screens and information flowing, back and forth, a sea of data, a near living entity plugged into a thousand different worlds. Pete locked a visual on the girl, the image of it struck her so deeply that her fingers paused over the flat keys. They twitched, she swore her heart twitched, her throat tightened. Veck. She thought. I remember this… from when we were children, that night… the party, Pepper tossed campaign in Papa’s face and she took us outside… and down, cement, fire, and- She tightened her cybernetic hand, catching the matte silver and bits of black. I nearly died, all of us… and Papa, Papa never forgave himself for that…

Petre forced herself to breathe in, “Lock down of the Stark Resilient building, I repeat, full lock down of Stark Resilient.” Her fingers came alive and ripped across the glass, sending her father a code red and one out to all of the Avengers.

Avengers Mansion, formerly Stark Mansion

“Code Red. Code Red. Avengers Assemble!” Jarvis’s voice came over the mansion. Anyone in it would hear this, it was the team’s first official call to duty.

At the lower levels, Petre had already sent out a message, “Sometime ago Ezekiel Stane escaped from the SHIELD Helicarrier,” She paused. “This person is extremely intelligent and should be considered grossly armed, possible armored and possibly with salvaged Stark technology from various black markets. Stane can make biological weapons, turning living tissue into explosives, even other people should be considered dangerous--- anything out of place should be approached with caution. I cannot stress enough that this must be handled with caution and efficiency. View,” Pete vanished to a recording taken only moments ago showing a young teenager girl staggering towards the front doors of Stark Resilient, an industrial building newly constructed in Chicago. A bright solid blue light with a white center began to pulse and push through her shirt, very similar to what was traditionally on the Iron Man armors. She stopped, leaned back, trembled as if something was coming out of her and her entire body was consumed by that light and the camera fizzled out. Pete came back on, “As hard as it may be, it is not possible to save these people’s lives. They need to be taken down before they blow up, the damage they will do when they destruct will cause major harm to civilians and property. I am personally working on a way, anyway, anything I can to reverse this so we can save these people but right now they need to be taken down before they kill hundreds of people. I’m watching other Stark buildings for more attacks and scanning for Stane’s bio-imprint, I’ll keep you updated but there are unregistered bodies around Stark Resilient, more people rigged to blow. Help everyone get out of the building and try to stop anymore explosions.” Her hand trembled as she reached up and ran it over her short black hair, not knowing she was so emotionally compromised by this. Ezekiel who had delivered a blow to her that was traumatic as a child, ever since this there had been safety in knowing Stane had been taken down and ever since he had escaped she had felt edgy and she knew, she knew he would strike again. He had to. He hated her father and her family with a psychotic passion that was something she feared.

Iron Man came over, coming up on the screen beside his child. “I’m coming. I’ll be at S.R. in seven minutes, everyone else get here, now.” He flicked off.

Pete rubbed the bridge of her nose, “I’ll keep the team updated as I do my part, behind the scenes.”