Earth Year: 2012

Morgan Year: 176

A fourteen year old girl was riding excitedly on her bike.

The handlebars were covered in reusable shopping bags. They looked too heavy for the bike they were on. They'd been tied to the handlebars. The plastic was screaming against the weight.

Darcy Anderson didn't care for a lot of things. She had to get these supplies back to base.

She pushed herself the rest of the way back. It wasn't much, but it was home.

Well home was a nice word for it. The building she was near was one for storage units. Darcy's home was inside it. Her sister owned one of the storage units outside. They liked it, it was hidden and a ten minute walk from her sister's house.

She chained her bicycle up near the front.

She untied the plastic bags from her bike. Darcy carried them as fast as she could to their storage unit. The bags weren't gonna last long.

Five minutes later, she'd found the correct unit. She was able to lift open the door with her foot.

The walls were covered in various types of blueprints and sticky notes of every color. There were movie posters hung upon various walls, with more papers around them. Some has pictures (mostly women or teenage girls) pinned up with them. Across the shed, there was a girl Darcy's age, hunched over a set-up metal table. There was a pink lamp over her head, shining down on the blueprint designs.

Beneath the table was a mini fridge and a basket. That was where they put the food.

"Got the stuff!" Darcy cheered, slamming the door shut. She carried in the five grocery bags.

"Did you go over budget?" Her sister asked. She didn't look up from her designs.

"I had a budget?" Darcy asked, confused.

"The hundred-" Her sister paused. With the air of frustration you usually heard from high strung parents, the sister spoke in monotone. "Darcy. I gave you $100. Where is it?" She interrogated.

"I spent it." Darcy answered simply.

"On what?" Her sister asked impatiently.

"The food you wanted." Darcy held out a shopping bag as her alibi.

Her sister yanked the bag away. She peered inside. True enough, the food she asked for was inside. She made quick work of unloading the bags where they belonged: fridge, basket, spare space. When it was done she pulled out a bag of baby carrots, starting to snack on them.

"My change?" Morgan Spencer asked, offhandedly.

Darcy Anderson shook her head. Her eyes darted to the movie posters, her hand fidgeted her the belt loops on her jeans.

"Receipt?" Morgan tried instead.

Darcy, again, shook her head. She sucked her lips in, seemingly biting them to keep words inside.

Morgan let out a long sigh. She was fourteen in human years, but felt her full one hundred and seventy-six when dealing with her twin sister. "Darcy." She warned.

Her sister groaned loudly. She stuffed her fists into her khaki pockets. She pulled out a crumpled ten dollar bill.

Morgan didn't reply. Instead she straightened the bill out, flattening all the creases. Once satisfied she put it away in her wallet. "I'll take it to my other vault later."

"You have another vault?" Her younger sister gawked. "Why?"

The young inventor turned around to her sister. "Where do you think I keep my money?"

"In a bank like someone normal. How many vaults do you have?"

"There's this one-my planning vault. There's the valuables vault, and then the weapons vault."

"Why haven't I heard about the weapons vault yet?!" Darcy shouted.

Morgan rolled her eyes, brushing off the question. She went back to her blueprints.

"Is it somewhere else in the building? It is, isn't it? Morgue you got to show me where it is. I'm bored. I'm dangerous when I'm bored. Give me weapons. I'll be less bored. I promise."

"Will you shut up for five minutes? I'm trying to build something."

"What're you buildin'?" Darcy asked. She was an over excited teenager.

"A new arc reactor for Tony Stark." Morgan answered, absentminded. She'd learned that conversations with Darcy never led anywhere, that she should multitask if she wanted anything done.

"Doesn't he have one already? Didn't you help build it?" Darcy pointed out. She mused with a stack of blue post-it notes.

"Well yes. But the one I built is giving him radiation poisoning." Morgan explained.

"You built something that could kill somebody?" Darcy was surprised. Her sister hated killing people. It was her last resort for most Plans.

"I was in my nineties! Give me a break!" Morgan defended herself. "This one I'm working on should fix the problem...I think."

"You know, you're usually more sure when building this stuff." Darcy commented.

"Shut it. You're twenty-eight. What do you know?"

"I know that it's been five months since I got to go anywhere!" Darcy ranted. "And one of those months was spent in stupid 'Tangled'. Which doesn't count as doing something. Need I mention that you have been having all the fun? Why can't I go somewhere?"

"It's not my fault you didn't want to go to 'Regular Show' or 'Once Upon a Time'." Morgan replied. She erased a few lines on her blueprint to redesign them.

"Because those were boring." Darcy complained.

"I was losing my mind."

"You lose your mind all the time." Darcy groaned.

Morgan had a small smirk at that.

"You wanna know why I've been rebuilding an arc reactor?" Morgan asked.

"Because you're a giant geek who likes moonlights as a nerd?" Darcy taunted.

"Because I'm going back for Iron Man 2, so I can fix Tony." Morgan explained.

Darcy's jaw dropped. "So-"

"So if you'd like, you can come with."

Thus the twins began to Plan.

==NM2==

MCU

2008

A woman was admiring herself in the mirror. Her skin when She liked having her hair bright blonde, though everyone thought it was dyed. The same for her amethyst colored eyes. She was just an oddball. Like, a weird oddball that didn't even get her spots at the end of the movie.

She liked it that way.

Her housing was shit, so that could be made better. Her roommate apparently liked the house so they were stuck. He liked watching the news too- Nikkette thought he was a boring nerd. Which he most definitely was. Except, ya know, more into training then actually doing anything cool.

But still, she saw the good parts of watching this interview.

Mainly by watching Becky Stark do her absolute best not to laugh.

"Been a while since I was up here in front of you. Maybe I'll do us all a favor and just stick to the cards." There was laughter from the crowd. Nikkiette could see on Rebecca Stark's face that she was biting her cheek. "There's been some speculation that I was somehow involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and on the rooftop-"

"Sorry, Mr Stark-" Nikki saw Rebecca thin her lips as the blonde reporter spoke. She counted that as a laugh. "-do you honestly expect us to believe that that was a bodyguard in a suit that conveniently appeared despite the fact that you sorely despise bodyguards?"

"I know that it's confusing. It is one thing to question the official story and another thing entirely to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I'm a superhero."

That Rebecca Stark was keeping a straight face was proof that gods did exist, and none of them were helping her.

"I mean, let's face it, I'm not the heroic type. A laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, largely public." Nikkette laughed herself at Rebecca Stark's expression. She likened it to a balloon that realized it was going to pop, but couldn't do a thing to stop it. "The truth is...I am Iron Man."

"With me, as the vigilante Night Mistress. That's me. Right here. Bye everyone."

Then she grabbed Tony Stark and Colonel Rhodes, teleporting them away.

The woman watching dropped her mug. It would have shattered on the ground if the woman's hand hadn't glowed dark purple in power. A pillow made of some purple substance appeared to catch the mug.

"Storyline dammit. I missed everything!" The woman shouted, stomping her foot on the floor.

Great, now she had to get to LA! That's a six hour drive, dammit!

Nikki groaned out her annoyance. She didn't have a lot of cash either. She'd have to do stuff. Like, hitchhike. And leave the dude alive. At least until they got a good distance, but ugh. General alive-ness of other people. Disgusting.

Such a fucking pain in the ass.

Nikki groaned, letting her head fall back so as to really drive the point home that she wasn't happy with this whole fucking plan.

"Hey Erik! I'm headin' out!" She called out to the apartment. She slammed the door shut before the man could reply.

She had stuff to do, and it wasn't going to get done by itself.

But then again...she had time to kill.

==NM2==

AN: Whoop. This has been a busy week. Still, super excited that I got it all done just so I could publish this on time! The doubters, the haters, the hipsters, I'll let you laugh. Soon you'll all be begging for my autograph.

(also in case anyone wants to know, I just saw Captain Marvel and O.M.G. That was amazing.)