Good morning Miss Carson. Mr Stark has requested to see you in his lab.

There was no . . .  emotion, or room for thought, or feeling whilst she was attacking me. But after, when we began to question her, I started to see her for who she was.

[There is a small battle between Sam and Vision. Please provide a mixture of grunts and yelp sounds. Excerpt from the story: “He was being hovered into the air, a tightness crushing his neck. The pain worsened as she lifted him higher and higher, the Vibranium metal of his body creaking from the force of her power.“]