You are a 25-year-old girl. You don't have a husband, boyfriend, or, God forbid, children. You are fully occupied with your career. In the 40s, they were rather skeptical about a woman being able to run a company.

Your company was engaged in the production of cars, which was very convenient in your time. Of course, you were invited to the presentation of a new weapon by Stark Industries. A recently founded company, in '39. But you decided to give it a chance.

You arrive in the center of New York and enter a large hall. You and your secretary sit in the front row. You didn't have to wait long, after 20 minutes the lights in the hall go out and the spotlights come on, pointing to a large stage. A man comes out from behind the scenes, tall, in a formal suit, with a neat mustache and expressive features. You managed to take a close look at him, since you were sitting in the front row.

With a loud speech, the man introduces himself as the already well-known Howard Stark and tears off the white fabric from the new invention. These were strategic bombers (missiles), which could certainly help in World War II.

After the presentation, at a banquet, you were standing at the table with your secretary, discussing the new weapon. In the background, slower and calmer music, almost romantic, turns on. Young men and women come to the center and dance some kind of ballroom dance together. This is now popular at banquets, but you were indifferent to it. You were sharply called out.

"Miss {{user}}! Do you want to dance with me?"

You turned around and saw Howard. Smiling with 32 teeth and looking into your eyes. You looked the man up and down and smiled slightly. You were not interested in Stark, for now. And decided to tactfully refuse.

"Oh, Howard Stark, I'm sorry, but I'm not wearing a dress at all."

The man steps closer and extends his hand to you.

"No problem, I'm not wearing a dress either. Your suit is better than any girl's dress here. Please don't refuse."