clash of titans
The Stark Tower loomed before them, a gleaming testament to Tony Stark's genius. The class of Collège Françoise Dupont stood in awe, their eyes tracing the sleek lines of the building. But nothing could prepare them for what came next.
Tony Stark himself emerged from the lobby, his suit impeccable, his charisma palpable. He greeted them with a charming smile and a quip that had them laughing. Marinette's heart fluttered—she'd admired Iron Man from afar, but meeting Tony Stark was another level of surreal.
"Welcome, kids," Tony said. "I'm your tour guide today. Buckle up."
He led them to the elevator, and Marinette's pulse quickened. The button labeled "Guest Rooms" beckoned. As the doors closed, Tony leaned in. "Each room's got a bed, a bathroom, and a smart TV. JARVIS, my AI, will keep you company. Trust me, you won't want to leave."
The elevator opened to a corridor lined with doors. Tony winked. "Take your pick. And don't miss tomorrow's tower tour—it's a game-changer."
Lila and Alya exchanged glances. Their room was small, unassuming. Lila wrinkled her nose—it lacked the opulence she craved. Meanwhile, Marinette and Chloe's room was larger, sunnier, and more luxurious. they wanted marinette and chloes room
Lila and Alya barged in, and started to insult them. "Marinette, Chloe, you two are so selfish and spoiled. You don't deserve this room. You should give it to us, right now. We're your friends, and you owe us. You're always stealing, cheating, and lying. You're the worst people ever. How can you live with yourselves?" Alya belted out.
The room crackled with tension as Lila and Alya stood there, their faces twisted in anger. Marinette and Chloe exchanged glances—this was a battle they hadn't anticipated.
"Lila, Alya," Marinette said, her voice steady, "we won't tolerate your insults. This room is ours, and we won't give it up."
Chloe stepped forward. "You're not our friends. You're opportunists, using us for your own gain."
Alya's eyes blazed. "We've had enough of your lies, Marinette. You're always scheming, always hiding something."
Lila's laughter was sharp. "And Chloe, you're just a spoiled brat. You think you're entitled to everything."
Marinette's patience snapped. "Enough! We won't let you ruin this trip. Get out."
Chloe crossed her arms. "You heard her. Leave."
Lila and Alya hesitated, their pride warring with shock.
Alya finally spat, "Fine. Enjoy your precious room."
Outside, Lila and Alya fumed. Their plan had backfired, and they were left in the hallway, seething.
In the Stark Tower, alliances shifted. The battle lines were drawn. Lila and Alya might have lost this round, but the war was far from over.