AN: Hey guys. This is Hero's Week, and I hope you like it. :) Macy's powers is she absorbs fear and negative energy and projects it. She also raises the dead, and she's undead so she can slightly heal herself. It's complicated. And also, I don't own Iron Man or any of the characters from Iron Man.

Thanks for reading. :)

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"I-I think there's a mistake." I stuttered.
"No no, Macy Terreth is booked for for a week." The woman told me. I glanced at her name tag. Gwen.
"Gwen, I specifically booked for Mr. Wayne." I tell her, my voice confident.
"Sorry, but it says right here, Sadie Flier is booked for him."
"So you're telling me," I retort, my voice cold. "That I flew all the out here only to find that I should've flown the other direction."
"I'm very sorry for the inconvience, but it says right here specifically that Sadie Flier is booked to meet Bruce Wayne at 1:35 in front of Wayne Manor for the tutoring week."
I sigh.
"I'm sorry." Sadie says, patting me on the back gently. "Look on the bright side, you'll be hanging out with Iron Man instead of Batman, who is too gloomy."
"Sadie, there is no bright side."
She stays silent.
"Well, guess I better head off now." I mutter.
"See you in a week." She waves, and picks up her luggage with telekiensis.
I fly off, my bag slung across my back, and my luggage floating behind me.
Our group had to pick a hero, and have a week of mentoring from them. I picked Batman, but somebody must have mixed it up, and now I'm stuck with Tony Stark who went around telling everyone his secret identity.
Sadie would've been perfct for this guy, honestly.
I reach this huge house on the side of a cliff, which is obviously his.
Landing on the roof, I casually look around, when out of nowhere, the ground underneath me opens, I fall into this green capsule, and a lid closes over it.
I hit the glass with my fist. It's specially designed.
Of course.
Then Iron Man flies over, fully dressed in his suit.
"Who are you?" He asks me.
"I'm your 1:45 appointment." I answer.
"Really? You're kidding me. You're late."
"Honestly, I can't believe it either."
"Your name's Sarah right?"
"No, first of all, your real 1:45 appointment is named Sadie, and my name is Macy."
"You're late." He mutters, "They told me you'd be around 16, but you're older."
"It's called growth spurt. Something you wish you got more of." He's taller than me, but I've seen taller people his age.
"Are you making fun of my height?"
"No, I'm complimenting on your carpet. Yes, I am making fun of your height!"
"Says the girl who's captured right now."
"Just.. Let me out!" I order.
"Or what?" He sneers.
"This." I pick up his mug of water,with negative energy and shower it onto his suit.
It was coffee.
He's dripping in brown.
I freeze. "I'm sorry," I stutter. "I thought it was water."
"You better be sorry." He opens the capsule. "Adolescent little-"
"Look, I'll clean it up." I say, stepping out and pulling my luggage in. "It's not my fault you decided to lock me up."
Then he walked over and his suit was taking off for him. He was wearing casual clothes, like he always is.
Then he yanks the luggage out of my hands.
I pick up a cloth, and douse it in water.
"No. Don't clean it, come with me." He says.
We walk up the stairs in silence.
"So... Uh... You just told everybody that you were Iron Man?" I ask him, trying to be nice.
"You're seriously going to lecture me on secret identities, Macy West?" He snapped back.
"I'm half demon. How can I have a secret identity if part of me isn't even human?"
"I'm part robot," He mocks, in a high pitched voice, "How can I have a secret identity if part of me isn't even human?"
"Kindness is wasted on some." I mutter under my breath.
We walk down a hallway, him in front of me, carrying both my suitcases.
"Tony, I was just-" A woman stops in mid-step, staring at us. "Oh, who is this?" She has a british-accent and is wearing a black wrap dress. Pepper, I assume.
"It's uh... Marcy, and she's going to be staying with us for a week because of this hero thing you signed me up for." He answers, kind of cold, pushing past her.
"Nice to meet you." I say, stretching for her hand. "My name is Macy."
She takes my hand. "I'm-"
"Pepper," I finish for her, giving her hand a light shake and then releasing it.
She looks at me oddly.
"Sorry," I say quickly, "It's a bad habit, it's just I knew who you were and..."
"Never mind that." The red-head smiles gently, "I'm glad you're going to be staying with us. Tony didn't want to sign up for this heroes prgram but you know, I thought it might be-"
"Fun?" Tony spew coldly. "For me, Pepper?" He adresses her, with mock hurt.
"Tony might be a little grouchy." Pepper says, ignoring him.
"Yeah, I can see that." I smile, but don't mention that my friends pressured me to sign up.
"And I'm still here." Tony added. "Come on Mary."
"I'll tell you later Tony." Pepper calls after him.
We start walking again, leaving Pepper in the middle of the hallway.
"It's Macy." I correct. "How could you get it mixed up?"
"For god's sake, I know it is, I'm just trying to annoy you." He answered back. "And also, the girl who was supposed to come here, what was her name?"
I pause in the middle of the hallway. "And why, exactly, are you interested in this?"
"She seems like she would be a better student than you."
"Batman seems to be a better mentor than you."
Okay, we're off to a great start.
He turned into a room.
"This is your room. It's a little small, but we didn't have any other rooms." Tony shook his hand around. "You sleep here, the bathroom's down the hall, you know where kitchen and living room are, but never ever ever go into my workshop unless you have permission. Never ever. Ever."
The room was actually pretty big. I say that. "This room is bigger than mine."
He scoffs. "You live in the Titanic and your room is smaller than this?"
"We can't use the whole Titanic," I say in a duh voice. "Part of it is damaged, and it's not like I need to live in a huge room."
Tony opens his mouth to speak, but than clears his throat instead.
"Thank you." I say.
"You heard me right? The workshop is out of bounds." He repeats.
"I heard you." I mutter.
He drops my luggage on the floor with a thud.
"Hey! That's fragile." I shout suddenly.
"Sorry, it didn't say 'Fragile, Handle with care'." Tony mutters sarcastically, walking out the door.
I don't answer, I open the suitcase really carefully and take out my picture of us.
The Four Forces.
Carefully, I place the framed picture on the bedstand next the lamp and smile.
Then I unpack.

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