Antoinette had just finished the final repairs on the Avenger’s Compound. Rebuilding had been a personal project. Tony had returned into retirement after the final battle with Thanos. His near death had terrified them both. She, along with Pepper, had ensured that he wouldn’t have anything to do with the next step. It was the least she could do after her brother’s sacrifice. 

As the Milano landed outside, Antoinette took off her gloves and stuffed them into the pocket of her oil stained plaid work jacket. Flyaway hairs from her ponytail blew back off her face as the jets wound down. She wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her wrist.