Bug Bites
Sydney seriously could not remember a time when she had felt lower. Her first feel outing with the Thunderbolts and she'd barely had time to do anything before both her armor and she herself had been taken out of the fight. At least the SWORD medics had been able to patch her up and given her an otherwise clean bill of health. The other T-Bolts had checked out fine too, before being given a clean bill of health, and the SWORD troops, after bringing in a piece of heavy ordinance, had routed the rest of the bugs (though not without a few injuries of their own) and confiscated the ship.
Now, a couple days later, Sydney was hunched over a table in the lab, working on designs for her suit.
She had to be better. She had to have some kind of purpose here. Because right now? She wasn't seeing it. Not with Stark here. Who needed her second-rate gear when there was genuine Stark-tech around?
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