The Stark Paradox

[System formatting. 】

【Senses Online】

Cold, damp, rancid, and a source of heat.

As she began to wake up, the first senses that came online felt the impact.Then the audio receiver came online, and she heard the din.

She felt that it was so loud that she subconsciously wanted to cover her ears, and then miraculously, without her doing anything, the decibels of her voice dropped—as if someone had turned the volume down.

--interesting.

Before she could even open her eyes, her dazed brain was already working, and she thought, maybe she needs a cup of coffee or something like that.

When her vision recovered, the first thing she saw was a ball of fire, and she found that she was lying on the hard ground with only a few layers of newspapers under her body, and her whole body was curled up because of the cold brought by the soaked clothes.The only thing that kept her from freezing to death was the flames burning in the trash can in front of her.A woman with a dirty face that couldn't be seen was using a branch to pull the dead leaves inside to ensure that the flames were strong. When she saw her wake up, she smiled at her with a mouth full of yellow teeth, "Poor little girl , lucky you are still alive."

"..." She didn't speak first, but tried to hold herself up and looked at the surrounding environment, and found that it was an old warehouse, crowded with all kinds of homeless people, and the pouring rain outside the window explained why everyone was crowded in this small room. The environment also explained why she was soaked all over.

Then through the shadow of the window glass, she vaguely saw her own appearance, which was the appearance of a thin and small girl.

Three questions quickly popped up in her mind: Time?Place?And, who is she?

So she spoke and heard her hoarse voice, "Where am I? What time is it?"

"Here? This is a warehouse, obviously. I dragged you in, you're welcome."

"I mean where is this?" she asked again.

"...Oh." The other party paused for a few seconds and looked at her suspiciously, then showed a regretful expression - she didn't care what the other party thought, she just wanted an answer - "America, New York, Brooklyn. It's November, 11, and I guess you need to know."

"..." She lay down again. She felt a little headache and probably had a low fever. Lying down would make her feel better.She nodded to the other party and became quiet.She had already got the answer, so there was one last question left. She guessed that the other party had no way to answer this under such circumstances-who is she?

Then a special feeling formed in her head:

[Install the backup file stark.exe]

【The file is installed】

【System restart】

——what the hell is this!

After 3 minutes, she got the answer by herself—the impasse.

With it came all her memories and, of course, the name: Natasha Stark.

******

Natasha Stark was once the princess of the Stark Empire and the queen of arms standing at the apex of the United States.She was a jerk until she was 30 - not that she wasn't a jerk after that - she was a genius so she got all the things she wanted, she gave up her business and ate and drank herself Having fun, drinking, drinking, and private life are chaotic.

Later, she changed because of a trip to Afghanistan. She got a suit of armor and started her career as a superhero and met many companions. She participated in the creation of the Avengers and successfully reversed the crisis of the earth several times. Frustrated many plots and captured many super villains.She doesn't like being classified as a born weaker because of her gender, so she wants to do better.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change the fact that among her strange companions, she was just an ordinary person in armor, and a woman with a weak heart and lung function.

Until she got desperate.

Extremis opened a new door for her. The Extremis virus can help her recover quickly and code her brain into a supercomputer.Although the injection process was difficult to accept, she never felt that it was a wrong decision.

Then—oh, yes, the Superhero Registration Act, the Civil War.She and Steve - Captain America, the moral model of the United States, the symbol of the hero - stand in two camps because of differences of opinion, and start a war.

Then later—the last scene she remembers was when she hit a wall and the whole building collapsed with steel and concrete pouring on top of her.

Then, she woke up here.

****

In the meantime, what did she miss?

Natasha thought, and before she knew it she had started using Extremis to hack every electronic device she could, including the NYPD's file management system, the 97-year-old computer system slowing down her thinking.

She's searching for all the clues she's looking for.

She needs to know why she went back to 21 from the 1997st century, and why she went back to fifteen or sixteen years old? The self in 1997 should have been 20 years old.

She silently searched for reliable information in her mind. From the New York Police Department to any other systems she could hack into, the overly simple firewall of the computer that was just popularized in 97 was vulnerable to her.

But, in the end, she found nothing.

There was nothing like the century she knew, no Howard Stark, no Captain America, no S.H.I.E.L.D., no Richard, and certainly no Natasha Stark.

She opened her eyes and looked at the roof of the warehouse. Extremis could change her focus so that she could easily see the cracks on the roof and the spiders crawling across.

Reluctantly, she hacked into the National Security Bureau, the FBI, and the CIA again.She just opened her eyes and thought but drifted thousands of miles away. She didn't care what she looked like in the eyes of outsiders.

Still nothing.

So she finally ordered her to close her eyes and cover her eyes with one hand—the most important thing to be a superhero is to have a good psychological quality, not to mention that they have encountered similar things before—and then spit out With a sigh of relief, she gave a vague laugh, and she probably guessed who wrote all this:

— Reed Richard[1].

******

2010, today.

[Natasha Stark, a genius, inventor, scientist, and leader of futurism, graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with the best student at the age of 19. With her genius brain, she established Stark Enterprise from ideas and inspirations, and now Natasha led Stark International to lead technology to a new level...]

When she won the 'Apex Award' for the second time, Natasha did not attend the awards ceremony. She left the matter to her administrative assistant, and she was busy with her own affairs in the basement workshop of the villa with a cup of coffee .

"Such modifications are expected to increase the efficiency of the leg propellers by 30%, madam." The ubiquitous English accent smart butler reported to his master as soon as the data simulation came out.

"Then what are you waiting for, just do it."

"It is estimated that the modification will take 3 hours. In addition, the Pontiac Solstice that you forgot in the garage was urgently recalled a while ago. Do you want to send that car back to the original factory?"

"..." Natasha, holding a cup of coffee and watching the little robot clumsily grabbing a wrench in front of her, raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at the housekeeper she couldn't see, "Look what you're talking about, Jarvis, Is it my style to send the car back to the factory?!"

Usually a car subject to an emergency recall means a design flaw with serious consequences.

But as the chief engineer of Stark International, Natasha has never worried about such failures. There are many sports cars in her garage, classic and modern, and they will all be taken out by her before she drives them on the road. Do some radical modifications—sometimes these modifications make the original car unrecognizable.

"Do you want to take a look at this car?" The butler's voice asked again two seconds later.

"No rush, let's add to the to-do list first." Natasha thought for a while and waved her hand.She frowned at the featureless silver-white of the streamlined sports car, thinking that she should change the paintwork first when she had time, and then she turned her attention to the little intelligent robot trying to grab a coffee cup from her "Dummy, let go of my glass!"

"As you wish." If Jarvis's chip has the program of helplessness, then he must be replying with a sigh.