***Sorry for it being so short, I needed an introduction. Marvel owns this wonderful hero, not me.***
~Cleona~
"Noah, seriously? Shut up, I know the risks of this fucking thing." I started to equip myself with one of the suits my dad had created for us.
"Cleo, I'm not done programming it yet. Take it off." He said without looking up from the blueprints he had laid out in front of himself. "If I don't program it correctly, Dad will not allow us to train in them."
"I thought you were suppose to be smart, Noah." I said as I admired myself in the prototype that Dad created for us.
"What's that suppose to mean?" He looked up from the blueprints, his brown eyes burning into mine.
"I said "shut up", not "keep talking"." I pulled down the mask. "Now get this thing running." Noah walked over to me, and adjusted a few wires.
"Alright, it's ready to go." He nodded to me, giving me the go.
"Okay then, let's get this thing running." I adjusted myself. The armor felt extremely light. It felt like my skin. "Systems on." Small pictures, numbers, and data flashed before my eyes.
"How's it working?" Noah asked. He circled around me, probably making sure the stupid thing didn't have scratches or dirt on it.
"Fantastic!" I gave him a thumbs up. The motion of the suit was so fast, it made us both jump. Noah lowered my arm down slowly.
"Alright, let's try the hovering feat-"
"Cleona Jessica Stark, get out of the damned suit now!"
Well, shit.