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𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚐 #𝟷

". I AM LIKE your therapist, Miss Clark, don't leave anything out. No detail is irrelevant."

"Alright, well, my parents, Jackie and Ron had sex one night--"

"Okay, smart-ass, start as far back as you can."

She concentrated on pulling energy from herself, and Tony glanced at the hologram. Her hippocampus glowed spectacularly, along with her cortex.

She held onto her wrist tightly, her veins on the hologram beginning the glow.

"My father," She said. "He's holding my hand,"

"In what way?"

"He's bringing me somewhere."

"I need you to focus, Miss Clark. Where is he taking you?"

"My room," She instantly recognized the carpet.

"Describe the room,"

"There's a fuzzy blue carpet. I have some toys scattered, near my crib. There's a nightlight in the shape of a, um," She blinked slowly.

"Miss Clark, are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, I just need to sit down,"

"Don't go too hard, you've barely learned how to do this properly," He helped her into a chair. he began to pace around the laboratory, tapping his chin. "Continue if you can,"

"My father, he's giving me something,"

"What is he giving you?"

She pressed down extremely hard on her wrist, her eyes never opening. The picture started to fade, and she fought desperately not to lose it.

"He's giving me..."

She saw her father's hand clearly, but not what was in it. Suddenly, her hands felt tingly, alarming her.

"A..."

With a thud, her body hit the floor.

"Jarvis, stop the tape."

"So, you fainted." Bruce said.

"Yes. Her ability to regain memories using her energy lasts for about three and a half minutes on average before she gives out."

"It's like a treadmill. You start out really strong, then you have to slow down a bit but you're still going; then as soon as you know it, you got ricocheted off the belt."

"Not much of a gym person, are you?" Bruce chuckled.

"I graduated with a degree in business, so, no."

"We'll work on your stamina once we figure out what the root of this is. Jarvis, roll memory log #2,"

𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚐 #𝟸

"Let's try again, this is day two of memory pulling. Miss Clark here is going to try NOT to faint on us,"

"My bad," was heard in the background.

"On last week's episode of the Alex Show, your father was handing you something. Let's find out what that was,"

She nodded, holding her wrist.

"Hold on, hold on," Bruce cut in. "Why is she holding her wrist?"

"We've gathered that when she needs to pull energy from herself, she has to locate her heartbeat. Easiest way to do so is her radial artery, the main artery in her wrist."

"My heartbeat goes about as fast as my molecules do. It has something to do with the source of the energy, right Tony?"

Tony points as if to say 'bingo!'. "Her heart is the source of the energy."

"Your heart?"

"We originally thought it came from her brain, in her cortex specifically. But, as I observed the hologram when she was using it, her heart glowed the most."

"Let's finish the log," Bruce said.

"Yes sir," Jarvis complied.

"He's handing me...a fork?"

"A fork, Miss Clark?"

"And he's sitting me down in front of the wall,"

"I'm on the edge of my seat here, Miss Clark. Let's see what he's getting at, huh?"

"Right,"

She focused on the picture in her mind, watching as her father placed the fork in her hand. He pointed at the wall, and she struggled to see what he was pointing at.

"Oh my god," She whispered.

"What? What do you see?"

"He's making me stick the fork into the socket,"

"What a guy. What happens next?"

"I can't..."

"Alright, alright, that's good enough for today. Jarvis, juice please,"

"Shit." Bruce's eyebrows were raised. "So, you were essentially electrocuted by your father,"

"Thus begun our little Sparky here," Tony grinned at Alex.

"But, I don't have electric powers, per say." She cut in. "It's simply energy."

"Not simply. Energy powers almost everything on the planet. Things create energy, such as water or solar power. We exert energy, and receive energy. If you could harness such energy, you could do unstoppable things," Bruce takes his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Sparky, really?" She said to Tony, reacting late.

"Get used to the nicknames." Bruce scoffed.

"Alright, so that's where the energy comes from. Daddy shoved her hand in an electric socket, poof. She's got powers. Any more questions, class?" Tony clasps his hands together. "Or can we go home?"

"I've got about 17,000 questions, but we can pick up tomorrow. I'll bring my journal," Bruce said, standing up.

"Have a good night, boys," She unhooked her index finger, and slipped her jacket on.

"Goodnight, Jarvis!" She called, walking out of the laboratory and toward the elevator. She slipped some headphones in, turning the volume at a low setting.

She said her routine goodbyes to the night staff before she stepped out of the building. The cool night air hit her face, and she began her walk to the subway station. Walking alone at night for a small female in New York City was never a fun time, but thanks to her handy pepper spray, she wasn't too worried.

The subway station was still moderately busy, as it was only 8 o' clock. She stood on the platform, checking her watch to time her train.

"Oi, you there! Come over 'ere, pretty lady," She heard. She turned her head to see a homeless man, sitting against one of the columns, looking at her.

As she was taught, she turned her head back toward the platform. She tried to ignore his calls, looking at her phone.

"What, too good for me?" He laughed. She started to get annoyed, but chose to still ignore him.

"Fucking bitch, what a little priss."

She clenched her fists, and didn't notice the flicker of the lights in the station. She tried her hardest to calm down, and was pulled out of her funk when the train arrived.

She stepped on, and looked through the glass at the man. He flicked her off, and with a scoff escaping from her lips, the light above him blew out. She blinked, realizing what she had done, and lost his face as the train zoomed away.

In a daze, she carried herself on auto-pilot all the way up to her apartment.

"Hey babe," She heard.

"Hey," She responded, leaving her keys and jacket at the door.

"How was work?"

"Alright,"

Without going to greet him, she went to her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, then down at her hands.

What the hell is going on with me, she thought.

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