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Can someone please tell me where I am? I was in London a minute ago and now I'm here and this is all a little bit strange.

Anyone want to fill me in?

I've definitely been submerged in the archives for too long. I just find it all so fascinating (well...repairing the books isn't, but I found a first edition from the late 18th century and that is what had me so intrigued) and then I look at the time and it's midnight and I realize that no one thoroughly searched the archives before shutting down the library for the night. But don't worry, Patience and Fortitude kept me safe in all their scary library lion glory.

If anyone noticed a blackout last night in a penthouse, it was mine. Goddamn, crazy woman!

It took me half the night to jury rig my computer with a backup generator. Thank God the damn suit is waterproof. It's damaged enough as it is. Now I have to go through and use a fucking hand dryer before I can begin to replace these fried motherboards.

If I've lost my Iron suit and pacemaker data, I'm going to kill you, Pepper Potts.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to do this shit with a fully broken rib?

This seems like a pretty nice place to live while my old apartment is being renovated.

...what the hell? How did I get here? Why is there a computer?

Why the hell am I touching it?

People, listen to me, you have to get out before they get you!

I've got a bad feeling about this...

New York City, not a bad place to settle down.

I don't know how... but I think... I'm okay.

Satan, darling, are you busy?

That must have been an excellent party last night if I managed to cross the entire country without realising it.

Not sure what I'm doing here, or where everyone else is.

This can't be good.

Hello?

Where am I?

Well, this certainly isn't Gotham.

New York City.

Well, this place certainly has potential. Perhaps this won't be so bad, after all.

This is definitely not the apartment I fell asleep in.