Chapter Thirty
"She's been in that room ever since she arrived," Strange's voice echoed throughout one of the conference rooms in the Tower, his feet clicked against the marble flooring, a stressed hand flying up to massage his temple, "Why did you bring her back with you again?" A frustrated Tony Stark sat at the head of the table, his right hand was nervously clicking and un-clicking one of his own pens, his left leg bouncing up and down out of habit. The room was quiet for a few moments. Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat, Bruce, Peter, and Thor either stood or sat around the table, staring at both Strange and Tony as they awaited one of the men to break the silence. The seven of them had a slight inkling of what was going on, but they would never be able to understand the entirety of the situation if neither
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