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As she walked around, she hummed softly, since that always helped her focus. She started taking in more suspicious people, and quickly realized that there were more people who looked and acted suspicious than people who didn’t act and looked suspicious. It was times like these where she wished that she had her father’s photographic memory.
Once her suit was on, Blythe began to climb. There was a small gap between the roof and top of Charlie's little area, a gap that she couldn't be seen and that she could fit in. She began to scan the crowd, her mask picking up on people of all sorts.
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She bumped into a woman with the most splendid gown, who was holding a cup of wine. Before the wine could even spill on her gown, she grabbed a cup and the wine fell straight into the cup. The woman glared at Stephanie and left before she could ever say sorry. “Rude,” Stephanie mumbled as she put the cup of wine on the table and kept walking around.
Blythe spotted someone who looked extremely suspicious. Her mask zoomed in on her and brought up all the information on her. Linnaea Adam. Known head honcho of a couple crime groups. Would be really no surprise if she started a new one. Definitely a suspect.
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Stephanie walked around some more and stopped in her track when she spotted who looked very suspicious. She narrowed her eyes at the person, took out her phone and quickly took a picture of the person. She then sent it to an app and in a matter of seconds, all information was brought up about the person. She frowned when she saw who it was. Ethan Channing. He was a known criminal mastermind, leader of big crime groups and was also known as someone who would smuggle illegal goods into a country or state. He was definitely a suspect.
Blythe noticed that Peter was nearby Linnaea. "Peter," She said quickly. The trio all had connected earpieces.
"Yeah?"
"Linnaea Adam. She's close to you. Definite suspect. She knows me, but not you. Go talk to her."
"What does she look like?"
"Blonde hair, tanned skin. Dark green eyes and a pink dress."
"Oh, I see her. Going now."
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Stephanie sighed and sat on a chair that was near the table Ethan was standing by. He seemed to be looking for someone, very impatiently. “You guys, I’ve found a suspect. A criminal mastermind named Ethan Channing. He seems to be looking for someone. .”
"Go talk to him," Blythe said. "It'll be easier to weasel information out of him if he's distracted. I'm going to stay where I am: I'm above the galleria in my suit. If you hear anyone talking about me, let me know and I'll go down as Blythe."
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“Right, that’s true, but what should I say? I could say multiple things that’ll make him think the true reason why I’m talking to him, and then our jig is up.” Stephanie said as she got up from her seat, sighed and walked over to Ethan.
Blythe sighed. "Flirt for your life, girl. But don't let him in. He's gonna give more info if he feels he can't get any from you."
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“Yeah, we’re officially doomed. Flirt for my life, right, he’ll give a lot more information if he feels he can’t get anything from me. Great, just great.” Stephanie said as she stopped a couple of feet away from Ethan. Oh lords, what have I gotten into?
Blythe rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Do you want me to do it? He doesn't really know me and I'm probably gonna be better, since I know what I'm doing. You'll just have to come up here and look for people."
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“Yeah, uh, yeah, it’ll go a lot smoother if you do it, plus, I won’t have to look like a complete fool. I’d gladly take your spot of looking for suspicious people. . .cause, honestly, that’s what I do better.”
Blythe climbed back down, her suit slowly disappearing as she did. By the time her heels touched the floor, she was in her dress. She began to walk to the floor of the building, then headed towards where she knew Channing was.
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Ethan stood on his tipytoes, trying to spot the person he was going to met with. He’d been waiting for at least more than an hour, and to be honest he was getting tired. As he looked around, he saw a young woman walk to him, but stop and then walk the opposite direction. He sighed and slammed his fist onto the table in sheer frustration as he sat down.
"Looking for someone, Mr Channing?" Blythe asked, coming up behind him. She was at least a foot smaller than him. "Or perhaps you're lost?"
"I'm sorry, who are you? You look quite familiar. Do I know you?"
"Not me, but I'm sure you are quite acquainted with my father, Tony."
"Tony…? I know a few."
"Tony Reed, of course! I remember years ago when you two would meet up and I would have to stay in my room."
"Ah yes, Reed. Fine man. Didn't realise he had such a beautiful daughter. Tell me, how old might you be?"
"I'm 20 years old. Why do you ask?"
(she's literally lying through her teeth and is good at it and i love it. also reed is a person that channing knows and blythe saw this in his file and used it to her advantage)
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(This is absolutely magnificent. Magnificent I tell you.)
Stephanie made her way to a closed area of the room, where only a few people were standing around talking to friends or making new friends. The guards took one look at her and then let her pass, which confused her. Either she was walking straight into a trap, or the guards thought that she was the daughter of someone very important. She felt someone tap her shoulder, and she turned around.
"I'm looking for a partner for my son, is all."
"Terribly sorry, but I'm taken. Besides, my heart belongs to older men." She winked seductively. It worked.
"Oh, is that so? Well, my wife recently passed."
"Are you looking to satisfy the need with a younger woman?"
"Perhaps."
"Follow me then."
(she knows what she's doing, don't worry)
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(I is concerned, but I trust you.)
When Stephanie turned around, she was face to face to one of the most ruthless persons she had ever met. A woman that always was a thorn on her side. A woman that didn’t exist in this dimension, but yet, there she was standing in front of her. She gasped and took a step backwards, now knowing that she indeed had fallen into a trap. A trap that she had walked straight into.
“Hello, Stephanie.”
“Iris.”
“Did you miss me?”
“And why would I miss you? You’re honestly one of the most horrible people I’ve ever met in my life.”
“Aw, Miss Stephanie Strange-St-“
Iris was interrupted by a swift punch to her stomach. She growled and her head was slowly brought up to Stephanie.
“Never say my last name. Ever. Not even in public or privately.”
She looked at Stephanie menacingly before a smile broke out onto her face. “Looks like you haven’t changed at all.” She jerked back and grabbed Stephanie’s hand. “Come on, I want you to meet someone.”
Blythe dragged Channing to the disabled bathroom, wanting more room and privacy. She grabbed his tie, pulling him close.
"What do you want to do?" Channing asked.
"First thing first," Blythe whispered, her hand moving down his torso. "My last name isn't Reed." She gave him a swift punch to the stomach, making him keel over. "It's Rogers. Well, Stark Rogers, to be exact. So no, my dad's not Tony Reed, he's Tony Stark."
She then kicked him in the face, hard enough to make him bleed but not enough to break his nose. "And by the way, I'm 17. You fucking pedo. I don't even look 20."
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Stephanie struggled to get out of Iris’s grip, but finally managed to do so. She growled at her and took a step backwards, making Iris smile even further. “I can go there myself. I don’t need you to grab my hand and drag me over there.” Stephanie said as she crossed her arms and frowned at Iris.
Iris chuckled and shook her head and then started making her way further into the room. Stephanie followed her as she looked around. A long time of silence passed between them and Stephanie decided to say something.
“So, what’s a crime lord like you doing at a fancy schmancy party? Last time I checked, you didn’t like going to these types of parties. Also, how the hell did you get from you know where to here? You don’t have the power to travel from dimension to dimension.”
Iris sighed and stopped walking. She turned around and faced Stephanie.
"Stay down and stay here," Blythe said, leaving. She webbed the door so that he wouldn't be able to escape even if he tried. Her helmet covered her head and she called Tony.
"Hey Papa. Caught someone. Ethan Channing. Took him down, he's in one of the disabled toilets. I'll web the outside window so that you know which one. We have more suspects."
"Great job, Blythe. I'll be there in 10 and take him to S.H.I.E.L.D."
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“Look, Steph, I can’t tell you much. All I can tell you I’m here because I was hired by someone. If I tell you more, then I’ll have to kill you and we wouldn’t want that to happen would we?”
Stephanie sighed and looked around and then finally looked at Iris. She crossed her arms and smiled. “Crime organization?”
“Um. . . .No.”
She knew Iris better than she knew her own self. And she could easily tell when she was lying or when she was telling the truth. And at the moment, she was lying.
“Sure.” Stephanie said with a slight chuckle.
With that, Blythe reentered the party. There had to be more suspects and people who could be part of this. She hoped that Stephanie was actually on lookout and not doing anything dumb, but she couldn't be sure.
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“Well, why do you ask?” Her eyes widened and she giggled. “Don’t tell me you want to join a crime organization?”
“No, of course not. You’re the bad egg, and I’m the slightly bad egg, remember?”
Iris laughed as they reached a room with shifty looking people. “Ah, yes. I’m the bad egg. I remember now.” She stopped and a man approached Iris. They started talking and Stephanie immediately went to a corner.
“Blythe, I found one. She’s a crime lord, but she’s not very known here. . It wouldn’t surprise me if she’s part of that organization.”
"What do you mean…'not well known'? We have databases on every crime lord, whether they're big or small. Most of them have no idea that S.H.I.E.L.D. has spies everywhere."
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“Oh, Blythe. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to understand. Your brain wouldn’t be able to comprehend what what was going on. No one’s brain would. Well, expect mine, and a couple of other individuals.” She paused and then sighed. “S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t have any information on her, Blythe. I know that better than anyone else.” She closed her eyes and slumped to the ground. “At least. . . this version doesn’t.” She said under her breath.
Blythe sighed, calming herself down. "OK. I trust that you know what you're doing. I'll try and find Peter and see how he's going. Let's try and recoup in an hour, maybe."
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“Alright, sounds good to me. Yeah, I have a feeling taking her down won’t be a easy job, so I might disappear for at least another half hour or so. .” With that she sighed and walked back to Iris and tapped her shoulder. Iris turned around and looked at her.
“Iris, didn’t you want to show me someone?”
Oh, yeah! Stephanie meet my friend Alex. He’s been Uh. . .helping me with some important stuff.”
Stephanie didn’t like the sound of that at all. She just smiled at the man, but the moment she turned away from the both of them, she frowned and took out her phone.
Blythe walked around, greeting people and overall trying to find Peter. She eventually spotted him, but wanted to keep her distance. She could see that he was getting to Linnaea, so she was letting him to his thing.
