Summer stopped outside the doors of Stark Tower, nervously glancing up at the unlit letters adoring the top. If she’d had her choices, this was not an assignment she would have accepted. But there were some assignments even she was not allowed to refuse.

Tony Stark was more important to SHIELD than Summer Rainault, and there was an end to it.

She stepped inside and looked around for a receptionist, or some way to be directed to wherever Tony Stark was.