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(Y/N) had made it back to the precinct and watched the first two minutes of Chief Dooley's and Thompson's interrogation with Van Ert from the other side of the two-way mirror. She didn't know if they made any progress after watching Thompson beat the man up from left to right since the chief dismissed her for the day. As much as (Y/N) wanted to stay and watch if Van Ert ever spoke out, she was thankful for the opportunity to leave the office early.

She caught up with Peggy on their way to the L&L Automat, where they were supposed to meet Mr. Jarvis half an hour ago. It was getting darker by the minute, which was a good thing, but Mr. Jarvis's tardiness was cutting the time they wanted to dedicate in finding the truck short.

"Oh, come on, Mr. Jarvis. A penguin could get here faster," Peggy muttered under her breath as she paced back and forth in front of the Automat's entrance.

The sound of a muffled knock caught (Y/N)'s attention, and she directed her gaze to one of the Automat's windows to find Angie on the other side. "I found one!"

"I'm late for my appointment!" Peggy exclaimed loud enough for Angie to hear.

"It has its own bathroom," Angie's muffled voice said as she remained on the other side of the window.

"I — I've no idea what you're saying."

Angie flipped the cutoff piece from the newspaper and pinned it against the window. "Don't make me come out there."

Peggy knew she had no choice and let out a frustrated huff, a gesture that had (Y/N) biting back a grin. The brunette pushed open the door to the Automat and was welcomed by an enthusiastic Angie, her curls bouncing up and down due to excitement.

"Angie, I really must — "

"Women only," Angie interrupted, reading off the paper in her hands. "'A safe community for modern female professionals. Apartment for rent. Five hundred and fifty square feet, furnished, full bath, high floors, quiet building, security assured. Close proximity to the Lexington Avenue local. Continental breakfast upon request'. Paradise or what?"

Peggy slowly nodded. "That sounds perfect."

"That's because it is." Angie agreed, her cheeky smile growing into a grin. "The only thing that could be possibly make it better is if you lived next to me. Oops! You would. 3C if you need a cup of sugar."

(Y/N) could only stare between both women's distinct expressions in silence. She understood both sides of the situation; from Angie's excitement to have a friend as a next-door neighbor, to Peggy's fear of roping Angie into her nasty business.

"I really shouldn't, Angie."

"Am I missing something here?" Angie's smile slowly faded. "You need a place, this one is great, so. . .I'm thinking maybe it's me."

"I'm afraid I wouldn't make a very good neighbor."

Before Angie could say something else or allow Peggy to elaborate on her own words, a horn was honked outside. (Y/N) was able to recognize Mr. Jarvis's vehicle even in the dark, and knew she had to interrupt the conversation before someone said something they didn't mean.

"That's our ride," (Y/N) broke the silence, placing her hands on Peggy's back to guide her outside. She flashed Angie an apologetic smile. "I'll see you later."

Angie didn't reply and only nodded in response, watching (Y/N) guide Peggy toward the door.

As (Y/N) pushed open the door open, she whispered, "You should really consider the offer — "

"Not now, (Y/N). Please."

(Y/N) pressed her lips in a thin line and decided to say nothing else as both of them walked out into the dark and loud street. When Mr. Jarvis spotted the ladies walking out of the Automat, he immediately pushed his car door open and rushed outside. Neither of them stopped when they saw him run around the car and opened their respective car doors before he could do the courtesy of opening them himself.

"Too late!"

Mr. Jarvis dropped his arms in disappointment and made his way back to the driver's seat, shutting the door behind him. When he turned the keys to ignite the engine, he turned to the side and found (Y/N) comfortably sat in the copilot seat, meanwhile Peggy decided to take the backseat this time.

"Miss Carter, Miss Dewitt."

"Mr. Jarvis."

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"Meanwhile, in the snowy mountains of the Eastern Alps, battalion triage nurse (S/N) Lewitt tidies up while the men defend their country."

"What a beautiful day to mend these pants," That sickly high pitched feminine voice spoke up on the radio. One sentence in and (Y/N) could already feel a knot tightening in her stomach. "And my new Singer Featherweight 221 sewing machine makes stitching so easy."

A noise similar to a thud was heard and the woman over the radio gasped. "Oh, no. Nazis! Again!" she shrieked. "They've got me all tied up! If only Captain America were here to rescue me."

(Y/N) finally had enough and turned the radio off, scoffing, "Who comes up with that crap?"

"Loads of rubbish if you ask me," Peggy agreed.

"I rather enjoy it, actually," Mr. Jarvis confessed in a shy tone. "Although, the, the real thing is considerably more impressive."

"What are you trying to accomplish, Mr. Jarvis?" (Y/N) eyed him up and down suspiciously.

"Merely pleased to receive your call."

"Well, you are faster than a train," Peggy was the one to speak up this time.

"How flattering."

"It's very nice." Peggy commented as she stared off the dark road. "You did dispose of the old car?"

"I left it in Hoboken with the keys in the ignition. I don't imagine it's still there," Mr. Jarvis explained with his eyes flickering from the road to his companions. "It did seem a terrible waste, though."

"It was used in the commission of a crime," Peggy pointed out in an obvious tone. "One doesn't park that sort of thing in a garage."

"I doubt Howard would miss it," (Y/N) stated, knowing how extended that man's collection for expensive cars was.

Mr. Jarvis didn't answer to that and kept his eyes on the road, wanting to change the subject. "Cedar Grove. Aptly named."

"You might hurry," Peggy told him. "We don't have much time. I'm afraid Agent Thompson can be rather persuasive."

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A couple of minutes passed by before they reached the house they were looking for. Lucky for them, the entire road was pitch dark and there was no sign of light anywhere, although it did add a sense of creepiness to the task.

"Down the road. Pull up by the side," Peggy instructed to Mr. Jarvis and he did as told.

The car parked down the side of the road, and there was no other sound around them other than the faint barking of a dog in the distance. (Y/N) wasn't able to see the house well due to the lack of light, but she was able to spot the outline of the Dairy Clove truck hidden in the bushes.

"And here we are again," Mr. Jarvis sighed.

"There's less guards here than at Roxxon," (Y/N) tried to lighten the mood as she began to shrug off her coat.

"Shall I leave the engine running in case you trigger another implosion?"

"Mr. Jarvis, go home to your wife." Peggy removed her binoculars after taking a look at the house. "If you leave now, you may catch the end of Benny Goodman."

"Miss Carter, when you called me, I assumed it was because you needed more than a cab. I thought I proved rather useful last time."

"I agree, but on this occasion. . ." Peggy stepped out of the car. "I've got my own ride home."

(Y/N) frowned at her words as she closed the car door behind her, waving in farewell at Mr. Jarvis. The man corresponded with a weak wave of his own and with worried lines written on his face, watching both women walk over the road.

(Y/N) caught up with Peggy as they made their way to the truck, and she couldn't help but laugh at how someone parked it on the driveway as if it didn't contain hundreds of bombs that could level the entire island.

She watched how Peggy walked up to the back of the truck and carefully opened one of its doors, revealing the exact same nitramene bombs they had seen before. (Y/N) was about to say something, probably to warn Peggy to be careful, but the familiar sound of someone tuning with the radio got her attention. She tapped on Peggy's shoulder to get her to hear too, and they both shared a common thought without having to say a word.

They left the truck behind and marched straight to the front door of Sheldon McFee's residence, which was ten times easier to break into than a company's refinery. As soon as they were inside, they split up in covering the house's two floors in search of their man, although the radio came from the living room.

(Y/N) carefully crept toward the living room, where she was able to make up a silhouette hunched over the radio, his back to her. She was able to pick up the familiar sound of the radio fanfare followed by that dreadful announcement.

"— We now return to 'the Captain America Adventure Program'!" the man announced on the radio. "in which our hero's defenseless sweetheart finds herself in the clutches of evil."

(Y/N) watched her step as she got closer to the living room, the man not bothering to sit down as he listened closely to the program as much as she begged for him to change the station.

"American women are so weak! You are coming with us!"

One step forward.

"If only Captain America were here to rescue me."

(Y/N) placed one foot in front of the other to continue but immediately froze when the floorboards underneath her creaked, announcing her position to the man. She was able to see how the man dropped his relaxed posture but didn't dare to move a muscle, alarming her even more.

"Miss Lewitt isn't going anywhere with you, Nazi scum."

No one moved a muscle.

"Seize him!"

Sheldon McFee grabbed the spare shotgun leaning against the fireplace and (Y/N) backed off, raising her leg in the air to kick it away. She heard the sound of Peggy's heels clicking as she made her way over and delivered a punch directly at the man's face to get him to back off.

"Unhand her!"

McFee grunted at the punch but didn't back down. He grabbed a hold of the closest arm he could find, which was Peggy's, and threw her against the wall with all the strength he had.

"Hit him again, Cap!"

(Y/N) spotted a glass bottle on a nearby table and grabbed the neck of it, hitting McFee in the back of the head with it. This made him release his grip on Peggy, which gave the woman the opportunity to push him off.

"Had enough yet?"

McFee threw another punch and Peggy grabbed a hold of his arm to elbow him right in his own arm. He groaned, but got up again, although this time he was stopped by (Y/N) halfway through. She tugged on his arm and flipped him over her shoulder, making him collapse against the coffee table with a thud in the middle of the room.

"Are you all right, Miss Lewitt?"

"Is he still breathing?" (Y/N) asked out of breath, adjusting her blouse since the fight had loosened it.

"He is." Peggy hesitantly approached the unconscious man, her hands on her hips. She used her heel to lightly tap at McFee's arm. "Is that all you've got? Hello?"

"Mr. McFee?"

There was no answer from the man on the floor.

"Captain America, what would I ever do without you?"

(Y/N) wanted to laugh at the irony in that. "Are you kidding me?"

In a matter of minutes, Peggy and (Y/N) managed to secure their suspect as he still remained unconscious from the previous fight. He was sat down in a wooden chair with his hands cuffed on his back, restraining him from getting up the chair and from attacking at the same time.

"It's so hard getting my straight answers out of people nowadays," Peggy complained as she tightened the cuffs on McFee's wrists. "Whatever happened to a nice cup of tea and a civilized interrogation?"

(Y/N) smiled at her words and nodded. "People have gotten so rude."

Before they could think of a way to wake McFee up, the front door of the house was slammed shut, alarming both women of a third presence in the house. With no time to waste, Peggy and (Y/N) bolted out the door and heard the effort of someone trying to start the truck's engine. (Y/N) quickly pulled her own gun out of her thigh holster and loaded it, quietly moving onto the left side of the truck while Peggy covered the right.

The man inside the truck, Leet Brannis, had no luck starting the engine and fleeing the scene, since he heard the click of the gun's safety off from the right side of the vehicle. Before he could react at the sight of Peggy pointing a gun at him, the door on the left swung open and revealed (Y/N) aiming her own gun. He had no other option but to surrender and lift his hands in the air.

"Get out," Peggy sneered.

She gestured at him to step out of the truck from her side, and (Y/N) kept her aim on the back of the man's head to avoid him from making a move. As soon as Brannis stepped out of the Dairy Clove truck, Peggy slammed him harshly against the side of the truck with the gun aimed at his temple.

"Car trouble?" she taunted.

Before Brannis could answer, Mr. Jarvis slipped out from hiding behind the truck and revealed himself. "Nothing that can't be fixed."

"What the hell are you doing here?" two voices questioned at the same time.

"Mr. Stark asked me to help you both, and so I have," Mr. Jarvis held out a piece of the vehicle's motor in his hand with pride, like a kid showing off to their parents. "I sabotaged the motor."

Peggy felt the man under her grasp shift and she returned her eyes to him. "Move, and I shoot."

"I thought you'd be more impressed," Mr. Jarvis's shoulders dropped in disappointment.

"We told you we didn't need your help," (Y/N) reminded him, adjusting her aim on the man.

"An ideal butler provides service without being asked," Mr. Jarvis held his head up high.

"An ideal butler would be back home where he belongs," (Y/N) pointed out.

"Put it back," Peggy instructed. "I need to drive this thing out of here."

He sighed. "Won't be a moment."

He walked toward the front of the vehicle, the sound of him lifting the hood off the truck being loud enough to echo over the quiet road.

Peggy didn't have time to waste. "Where are Stark's inventions?"

(Y/N) saw the smug smile on Brannis's lips as he knew he couldn't provide her with an answer straight away. She remembered the device needed for him to speak, so she searched through the man's pockets until she found it and pressed it against the side of his throat.

With the speech synthesizer pressed against his skin, he spoke up. "I want protection."

"The SSR will take you in, provided that you say something interesting right bloody now."

"Psst!" Mr. Jarvis tried to catch their attention again. This time, he was faced with unamused stares. "Ask him about Leviathan."

Peggy sighed, and asked anyway. "Who is Leviathan?"

"Not who, what."

"Your employers?"

"Not anymore."

"So Leviathan sent you to rob Howard Stark's vault?"

"And you double-crossed them?" (Y/N) questioned with a hint of impression. "That's either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid of you."

"Leviathan only wanted one thing from Howard Stark."

Mr. Jarvis slammed the hood of the truck shut before the man could elaborate and dusted his hands off. "All finished."

"Well, fetch Mr. McFee," Peggy ordered. "I need to take him in, too."

Mr. Jarvis nodded and fled to the house at once, allowing Peggy and (Y/N) to continue with the interrogation.

"What was the one thing?" (Y/N) asked after Mr. Jarvis left. "What was Leviathan after?"

"I want protection," Brannis repeated his first phrase again.

Peggy pressed the gun deeper into Brannis's temple. "Then start talking."

The sound of a door slamming shut was heard in the distance, followed by an out of breath Mr. Jarvis that joined their side in a flash and didn't notice he was interrupting once again.

"Uh, but of a snag, actually. I'm afraid Mr. McFee's left the premises." Mr. Jarvis explained. He then revealed what he was holding, which turned out to be the shotgun he had attacked earlier with. "I did find this."

"Mm. Don't shoot yourself in the face," Peggy warned him. "Get in the truck."

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"Comfortable back there, Mr. Jarvis?"

"Perfectly, thank you."

Peggy held Leet Brannis at gunpoint, forcing him to drive the truck. (Y/N) had the unlucky fortune to squeeze into the copilot seat with Peggy, still grasping onto her gun just in case. Since there were no more available seats other than the two front seats, Mr. Jarvis was forced to sit in the back with the nitramene bombs all around him.

"These racks of explosives have distracted me from the smell of stale milk," he continued.

"Oh, good. You did say you wanted to help," Peggy said in a chirpy yet sarcastic tone. She directed her attention back to Brannis. "Take the Lincoln Tunnel back to Manhattan. And stop fidgeting. Nothing's going to happen."

Ironically, a thud on the roof of the truck was heard after her words, making all — expect the driver — look up with alarm.

"Did any of you hear that?" Mr. Jarvis asked.

A silenced gunshot pierced through the roof and into the truck, and since the bullet didn't hit anybody at first, it ricocheted until it dropped on the floor.

"Well, I definitely heard that!" Peggy cried out.

(Y/N), who was closest to the window, carefully stuck her head outside the truck to their attacker. The only thing she was able to see in the dark was the figure of a man standing over the truck's roof, gun gripped tightly in his hand.

"Shake him loose!" (Y/N) told Brannis driving.

Surprisingly, he followed her order and pressed harder on the pedal and caused the truck to go faster. (Y/N) fired a shot at the man, causing him to take a step back to regain his balance before he fired a shot of his own. The bullet grazed (Y/N)'s hand, but it was enough to make her cry out in pain and drop the gun into the road. She merely lost her balance too, but she held on to the car door frame and stuck her head inside to yell at both Peggy and Mr. Jarvis.

"Shoot up!"

Mr. Jarvis did as told and loaded the shotgun in his hands before firing above him. Peggy, on the other hand, leaned out the window and fired her own shots at the man from her position.

(Y/N) watched her footing as she used all her strength to push herself over the hood of the truck, only to use it to get onto the roof. She rolled on her side and used her leg to kick the man's own leg under him, making him hit his back against the roof and giving (Y/N) enough time to stand up to her full height.

The man got up in two fast moves, his gun at the ready and (Y/N) dodged the gun to avoid being hit, grabbing onto his arm to tug on it and miss the shot, accidentally firing down at the truck. She elbowed the man in the face and struck him in the shin to make him double over, but he still wouldn't let go of the gun and instead fired another shot.

From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) saw Peggy leaning out the window and pushing her upper body up the roof to aim a shot at the man, but completely missed the shot when the truck swerved to the side. (Y/N) couldn't hear what was going on inside, but she could sure hear Mr. Jarvis's desperate cries.

"Miss Dewitt!"

"What?" she questioned. She stayed listened closely to what he had to say and finally picked up onto the faint whirring sound coming from inside the truck. The sound that came from a ticking nitramene bomb.

The man took advantage of her distraction and punched (Y/N) directly in the face, causing her to fall back against the roof with a thud. She lifted her gaze from the truck and saw the warning sign of a Sharp Curve Ahead, and thought of how to shake the man off.

"I hear it!" she exclaimed and her eyes found Peggy's, who had just taken a look at the sign.

"Get Brannis!" Peggy yelled over the noise. "Jump clear!"

"What?" Mr. Jarvis yelled incredulously.

(Y/N) got up one more time to face the man, clearly exhausted from the fight but still managed to keep up. She delivered a punch to the man's face, followed by two consecutive ones. She used her right leg to kick him in the shin again and that made him double over, and (Y/N) grabbed a fistful of his hair before slamming his head against the roof of the truck. The thuds that bounced off the man's head hitting the metal were loud enough to ring on her ears forever, and she would've continued this if she hadn't seen the hotel room key fall off his jacket.

(Y/N) didn't let this distract her and instead placed her foot against the man's back and slammed his entire body onto the roof. She then pulled out the nail file she had kept with her all day and harshly stabbed it directly in the man's palm, which caused him to let out a yell of pain, but stopped him from leaving the truck.

"This is my stop," she mumbled to him.

(Y/N) dangled off the side of the truck and with Peggy's help, she pulled Mr. Jarvis and Brannis out of the truck just in time. All four of them rolled on the side of the road and perfectly saw how the truck lost course and fell straight off the cliff into the water below.

(Y/N) stood up from the ground and took a single step toward the side of the road the truck had fallen off when the nitramene bombs went off. The implosion was ten times bigger than the last one she had witnessed, and it was strong enough to spring out the water from the river it had fallen into. It's light was so blinding (Y/N) had to look away to avoid damaging her eyes, but as soon as the implosion came, it disappeared along with a cloud of smoke. A hand covered her mouth to suppress her gasp, and she couldn't believe how a simple formula turned out to be something this dangerous.

"Are you all right?" Mr. Jarvis broke the silence.

"I'm all in one piece, so yeah," (Y/N) answered out of breath, dusting herself off. When she tried to walk, she couldn't help but quietly wince at the pulsing pain in her head and in her hand, which she touched and when she pulled back, she saw drops of blood staining her fingers. "What about you? Peg?"

"I'm fine," Peggy answered, and (Y/N) took notice of the way she limped. "You?"

"Yes, I. . ." Mr. Jarvis spoke with a hesitant tone. "I'm afraid Mr. Brannis broke my fall."

(Y/N) directed her attention to Brannis, who hadn't stood up the entire time. Peggy carefully limped her way toward him, and (Y/N) had to take slow steps to avoid having the pain spread throughout her body. When she reached him, she saw how blood trickled its way out of Brannis's lips and stained his face and shirt.

"The rest of the weapons that you stole from Howard," Peggy hovered over him. "I need to find out where you hid them. You're the only one who knows."

(Y/N), just as she did before, searched for the speech synthesizer in his pocket with her good hand. But this time, as she pulled it out, the synthesizer was broken, due to the harsh fall out of the truck.

"I need to find those weapons before — " Peggy's words stopped once she saw what was in (Y/N)'s hands.

"Leviathan is coming. Help us stop them."

Brannis was barely able to keep his eyes open, but he managed to move his hand out into the sand on the side of the road. Carefully, he traced a figure onto the sand, something quite similar to a heart but (Y/N) couldn't quite place a meaning to.

"What is that?" Peggy questioned in a panic. "Mr. Brannis, what is that, a heart?"

He drew a curved line over the shape of the heart, but before he could draw anything further, his hand dropped limp right before (Y/N)'s eyes.

"Mr. Brannis?"

His eyes were shut now, and the only lead they had in this case was officially gone. (Y/N) heard the faint sound of a siren wailing in the distance, and she knew it wouldn't be smart to stay here.

"Where is the car?" (Y/N) asked without removing her eyes from Brannis.

"It's that way," Mr. Jarvis pointed over the side of the road they came from. "I think we should retrieve it immediately."

Peggy didn't say a word and instead pressed her fingers against the side of Brannis's throat, as if to confirm there was no pulse.

"Peg, come on," (Y/N) tapped her gently on the shoulder.

Peggy nodded without a word and allowed Mr. Jarvis to help her up due to the injury on her leg. (Y/N) ignored her own body screaming at her to rest to help Peggy on their way back to the car.

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To say Mr. Jarvis and Peggy weren't thrilled to see (Y/N)'s bullet injury in her hand was an understatement. After many attempts to convince her into letting Mr. Jarvis to treat the wound himself, (Y/N) gave up and allowed it, which ended up with her sitting in one of the many couches of Howard's department. Peggy, since her injuries were mostly scratches and bruises, busied herself in applying ointment from an old first aid kit all over her wounds.

"You think it'll make a cool scar?" (Y/N) tried to lighten the mood with a simple question. It had been a rough night, and she wanted to uplift it with a simple remark.

"Maybe," Mr. Jarvis didn't remove his eyes from the wound he was stitching. "Unfortunately, you'll have to think of a lie to tell people when they ask you about it."

(Y/N) let out a quiet laugh at that, remembering when she was younger and used to get scars all the time. "I know all about it."

"Sounds like you have experience, Miss Dewitt."

"Oh, I do," she nodded. "My friend Bucky used to say — "

She froze mid sentence, suddenly not finding the proper words to say. Just the simple phrase 'used to say' stung on the still fresh wound of his passing, and it added salt to that wound when all of the sudden (Y/N) couldn't remember what she was going to say. She was forgetting him. How dare she let this happen? What kind of friend was she?

"Miss Dewitt?"

"Hmm?" she snapped out of her daze and noticed she stopped. "Sorry. Sorry. Forgot what I was going to say."

Mr. Jarvis nodded and continued on his delicate procedure to stitch (Y/N)'s wound up, which he was halfway done with.

"You're quite good with that," (Y/N) broke the silence again as she watched him sew the wound with extreme delicacy.

"Yes, Mr. Stark's zippers are under considerable strain," he explained, his eyes looking bigger under the glasses he was using to see the wound clearly. "You're very fortunate, you know."

"He missed an artery by three inches," she stated.

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, then?"

"You're very fortunate that I ignored your instructions."

"Oh, you're so right," Peggy intervened in a sarcastic tone from her spot on the other side of the room. "How either of us managed to stay alive before we met you, I have no idea."

"I can't tell if you're being arrogant or ignorant," Mr. Jarvis replied.

(Y/N) tilted her head to the side and wore a cheeky smile. "A little bit of both, actually."

She dodged the pillow Peggy threw her way with a chuckle, though it got drowned by a wince after Mr. Jarvis tightened one of the stitches.

"Your line of work requires support." Mr. Jarvis continued in a serious tone, looking between both women. "People who care about your well-being, who'll be there to stitch up your wounds."

"I — "

"Besides one another."

"See, that's the thing," (Y/N) intervened, not liking where this was going. "People who are close to me always end up getting hurt."

"So your solution is to remove yourself from the world you wish to protect?" Mr. Jarvis questioned. "Where's the sense in that?"

Peggy felt left off and thought her presence was unnecessary in the conversation, so she stealthily went out into the hallway in search for another one of those scones. (Y/N), on the other hand, tried not to let Mr. Jarvis's words get to her, especially since they hit so close to home.

"There is not a man or woman, no matter how fit he or she may be, who is capable of carrying the entire world on their shoulders," Mr. Jarvis's voice snapped (Y/N) out of her daze.

"Steve was," she blurted out. "Even before the serum."

(Y/N) looked up to the roof to avoid letting the tears fall at the mention of Steve, especially with Mr. Jarvis. She didn't know where his sudden confidence to talk about such a sensitive topic came from.

"From what Mr. Stark has told me, Captain Rogers relied heavily on you for courage, strategy, and moral guidance," Mr. Jarvis confessed and (Y/N) tried not to think about the fact that Howard talked about her with someone else. "You were his support."

(Y/N) looked at Mr. Jarvis with her eyes turning red. "And what happened to him?"

"Your desire to help others is noble." Mr. Jarvis spoke in a softer tone. "But I doubt you'll find much success unless you allow others to help you."

(Y/N) allowed those words to sink in for a minute, but didn't say anything. She wasn't sure how she was going to look at Mr. Jarvis in the eye after he said such true words to her face.

Instead, she resulted into changing the direction of the conversation. "How on Earth did you end up working for someone like Stark?"

longest chapter ever omg
but i felt like i owed it to you guys.

what do you think of it so far? what do you want to see throughout the book?

-see you soon, bex <3