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Finally, it seemed as if what he was saying abouttransparency seemed to be getting through. A peace talk was a step in the rightdirection, but where Tony hesitated was when he got checked for weapons at thedoor. A bunch of unarmed, enhanced people when the Syndicate was still at largewas a recipe for disaster, but he couldn’t exactly argue with it, not when theAccords finally seemed to be going the right direction.
“Glad to see you here,” he said to the person who appearedbeside him. He lifted another glass off the passing waiter’s tray andoffered it to them. “You might need this once the talks get started.”
Security had been easy after she’d proven she didn’t have a death ray in her purse. She never carried weapons, never needed to. Never wanted to. But she could see the problem it posed for just about everyone else there, many powerless, some weaponized themselves. The lawyer in her was glad for this: finally, an open discussion, a proper dialogue, a chance to hear both sides of the case.
The hero in her was terrified.
Fortunately, Tony Stark was exactly where she’d expected him: well-dressed and drinking steadily. Jen accepted the drink with a grateful smile. "Thanks," she said. “You have no idea how much I needed to see a friendly face.”
