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// Epilogue 
// Story: Iron Mare 
// by Plain Hunter 
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Twilight groaned as she trotted back up to her office at her home, the party wearing her out along with the session with Flur she just had to endure.

“So she’s mad at you for saving ponies’ lives? That’s... What??” Spike asked.

“No, Spike,” Twilight replied, “she’s mad because I’ve ‘withheld important technology from Equestria’ and ‘performed multiple acts that could be labeled criminal.’”

“What??? Like what??” Spike said.

“I have no clue with her sometimes, Spike. But I’m sure I’ll hear all about it again tomorrow. Good night, Spike.” Twilight said, opening her office door.

“Alright, good night Twilight.” Spike said.

Twilight smiled and turned on her office’s light, and stood still, her heart stopping as her face was nearly flushed of all color.

At the end of the room, was a figure. Standing in front of her window, staring out. She stood like that for a while, having no clue how to respond. She then opened her mouth to call for the suit, but the figure spoke first.

“Don’t bother, we’ve shut down your computer system for a while. We needed to speak to you.” The figure said.

Twilight’s heart started beating faster. Who would need to talk to her? What happened? Was this one of the people Trixie warned her about? But most importantly... Why did she recognize that voice?

The figure turned around and answered that last question, as she saw Spitfire walk from the shadows and into the light, showing Spitfire wearing a leather coat, and a black eyepatch.

“Oh, but don’t you worry about this,” she gestured to her eyepatch, “the docs said my eye was damaged pretty bad from that shard from the suit back at the desert, but I’ll be completely fine. I actually think this looks cool, don’t you?”

Twilight found herself at a loss for words, stuttering every time she tried to make a response. The shock of seeing a friend, one she had previously thought to be dead, standing just a few feet in front of her.

“Now, you don’t need to say anything, but listen. Now, the ponies I’m working with are a group that wants to actually do something. But do it without public knowledge so they don’t get scared. Because the stuff we know, the stuff we’re doing, it’s crazy stuff. And we don’t want to start a panic across Equus. You get it?”

Twilight nodded slowly.

“Good.”

“But... But... B-But what do y-you want from me...?”

“Ms. Sparkle...” Spitfire said, stepping closer to Twilight, “I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers initiative.”