The news that this man had been in Stark tower made Annie shudder. So that's how he knew everything. His brat must be Effie. Annie hadn't liked that girl since the moment she'd laid eyes on her. And it hadn't just been because she'd tried to come on to Tony. There had been no mistrust there, no suspicion, on Annie's part. Tony was a womanizer, sure, but he was also fiercely loyal to the person he was with. The suit had told her that much.
Her fear was sliding into anger.
Annie had wondered if the suit would let her move, and found that it moved with her as if it were her own skin. Another time she would have marveled in he feeling of it, explored more, right now she had other things to focus on. She moved closer, but not too close, to the action.
"You piece of shit. I wish I'd killed you." Annie was not a violent person, she'd never wished death on another living creature before, not even Doom. But she spat the words out like her blood was made of venom.