Dublin, Ireland. Maldoon had picked it for them after contemplation. It was crowded, but at the same point, isolated. So Troy and his sister lived with their uncle now, over a cinema. They were supposed to be remaining down low-but then Tony Stark had declared he was Iron Man on live TV.
Troy had a costume in a week, and was begging Tessa to use her powers to help him. She’d agreed-but only because she was worried he’d get himself killed without her. So there they were, him in a long duster, and her in a sweat jacket.
“Can we go now? We stopped some vandalism, and even helped an old lady cross the street!” Tessa whined as she rubbed her eyes through her mask, her hood up, “and its cold!”
Troy was trying to crouch majestically and gaze out binoculars, but this wasn’t easy since he was on top of a dumpster.
“Just one more thing,” Troy lifted his arm to point out, “D.I.D.”
“What?” Tessa turned. Then she saw her-a damsel in distress, Troy claimed. And in his defense it didn’t look good-a lone young woman, petite in stature, pretty, and there was a trio of goons following her. She sighed and nodded. “Fine. We save her, and then we go.” Even as she spoke she was disappearing herself. Troy grinned and nodded, taking to the air to follow.
This would be the first time they met someone singularly unique outside their family.