While Christopher wasn't necessarily faint of heart, he had developed a rather poor habit of a type of selective split personality. He was usually not easily angered and didn't act on it, but that was just his way of keeping secrets. He may have a day job, but that didn't make him any less super. Then again, managing Ms. Stark's IT department was taxing on him, and his current situation wasn't helping. He was currently at his handicapped accessible desk answering a phone call about a fluctuation of energy in the Arc Reactor's basement level conduit.<br/><br/>"Yes sir, I will get there as soon as possible. No sir, I can't solve the problem without seeing the diagnostics. Please sir, look at this from my perspective. I... well if you are wanting to talk to someone more versed in tech, you could always bother Mr. Stark. No I don't mean Miss. Yes, Tony, what other director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is there?" He sighed in frustration. "No sir, I wasn't joking, now will you just wait two minutes while I access the employee elevator? The-there's no reason to use that kind of language sir, I can fix this with or without paying you for taking time to run the diagnostic. Which would you prefer?"<br/><br/>He hung up the phone and rolled himself over to the impressive elevator that stood in the center of Stark Tower, and wheeled himself inside. when the door shut he muttered, "Man I wish I could have gone Tarantula on his ass! What a jerk!" Taking a deep breath, he composed himself enough to keep his Hero side from showing itself for the maintenance guy from S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, he didn't want the founder of Stark Enterprises to find out who was actually running his daughter's I.T. department. Not to mention his home built supercomputer with all that S.H.I.E.L.D. intel would be destroyed if that happened.<br/>________________________<br/><br/>Alexia Rose. That was what the firemen had decided to call her when she signed up claiming she didn't have a name. At first they made fun of her for her Amnesiac state since she couldn't remember what her own name was. That all changed instantly when she forgot about yet another thing. keeping her flame retardant skin a secret. She had run into a building that was about to collapse and covered a baby boy with her body as a way of keeping him from burning. in the process she had ripped her NYFD approved gear and still come out without any burns. while the other firefighters took it to just be a brave selfless act, her clueless expression tipped the chief officer off. The two of them were currently in his office, her fidgeting, and him staring her down.<br/><br/>"Miss Alexia-" He began.<br/><br/>"That's not my name, sir." She said respectfully.<br/><br/>"Well considering you can't remember your own name, I will henceforth refer to you as such. Now then, as I was saying ms. Alexia. How did you do it?"<br/><br/>"Do what, sir?" she asked the fire chief with a puzzled expression.<br/><br/>The chief sighed. Clearly he wasn't getting anywhere unless he quit beating around the bush. "You should have had third degree burns on you when you saved that kid. Care to explain?"<br/><br/>As if on instinct, Alexia stared into his eyes and commanded him. "You will keep this a secret. Just between us."<br/><br/>He looked dazed for a moment, then nodded. "You are free to go. Just don't brag about it." he said.<br/><br/>She nodded and exited his office, then the Fire Department, and started walking towards Stark Tower. Maria and Cheryl needed to know this. or maybe just Maria... She didn't usually succeed in manipulating people so straightforwardly. as she walked toward the famous structure, she hoped she wouldn't be told to find a counselor. In her opinion, she didn't need her mind more warped than it already was.