As I settled into my new life in New York, I received news that Tony Stark, the CEO of Stark Industries, had been kidnapped by a group of terrorists in Afghanistan. I was lounging on my couch, enjoying a cup of coffee and watching the news, when Red Queen's voice interrupted my morning routine.
"Sir, Tony Stark has been kidnapped," she said, her tone as serious as a heart attack.
I sat up straight, intrigued by the situation. "Red Queen, just keep me updated on Tony Stark's situation. I don't want to be bothered with the details unless something major happens."
"Affirmative, sir," Red Queen replied. "I'll keep monitoring the situation and inform you of any significant developments."
Weeks passed, and I received periodic updates on Tony's progress. Red Queen would occasionally send me brief messages, saying things like, "Tony Stark is still being held captive, sir," or "The kidnappers are getting impatient."
Then, one day, Red Queen's voice interrupted my afternoon, and I could sense a hint of excitement in her tone.
"It's done, sir," she said. "Tony Stark has finished his Mark 1 Iron suit."
A holographic display flickered to life on my bracelet, showing video footage of Tony Stark in his makeshift workshop, putting the final touches on his suit. I watched in awe as Tony powered up the suit, and it roared to life.
"Whoa, that's impressive," I said, whistling. "Tony Stark is a genius."
Red Queen's response was dry, as always. "Yes, sir. Tony Stark is a brilliant engineer."
I chuckled. "Red Queen, you're such a fan of Tony Stark."
Red Queen's response was immediate. "I'm just stating facts, sir."
I laughed. "Okay, okay. Now, Red Queen, hack into SHIELD's system and send them the location of Tony Stark's hideout."
Red Queen's response was swift. "Affirmative, sir. The location has been sent."
I leaned back in my chair, watching the Manhattan skyline through the penthouse windows as I sipped my coffee.
"The timeline has begun," I said, a smile spreading across my face.
Red Queen's voice was skeptical. "Sir, you're not going to start monologuing like a villain, are you?"
I laughed. "No, Red Queen. I just like to acknowledge the significance of events."
Red Queen's response was dry. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure to add it to your list of quirks."
I chuckled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Tony Stark was going to escape, and the world was about to change in ways I couldn't even imagine.