I am Iron Man!
Ok, maybe not exactly "Iron Man," but I'm pretty close anyways. I mean, I don't use a full suit of armor and I'm not a man - technically not a woman yet ether. But "Iron girl" doesn't really sound right you know? And I can't go around beating up baddies and yelling, "I am Hanna Stark, Iron Man's protégé!" That just makes me sound like an idolizing little kid who runs around in an Iron Man costume. Currently, the actual idolizing idiot is trying to hit the Crimson Dynamo with. His. Fists. How? How can a kid be so stupid?
Let me elaborate for you a little. My name is Hanna Stark, Anthony – or Tony- Stark is my father. He's not the greatest parental figure, but I-we get by. I'm a genius, not on the same level as my dad but I have made my own additions to Stark Enterprises, not to mention starting my own super hero gig. I don't wear a mask or anything, but I developed contacts that have quite a bit of tech built in. I don't have to wear a mask or anything because most of the world doesn't know I exist. Heck, half the time my dad forgets about me. I wear a base layer that monitors my vital systems and connects me to Jen, MY artificial intelligence. Over that I wear a chest plate and gloves, mine are dark grey. I have completed all my courses online up to grade nine, so my "proper schooling" is up to the average level.
"Hey Dynamo!" I ran over to the extremely destructive machine, "why don't you pick on someone your own size." Brilliant Hannah. You a tiny girl with black hair and brown eyes, wearing barely any armor, you are telling this huge piece of junk that you are the same size. I really need to work on my lines. Despite that amazing dose of logic I still started my attack on the Crimson Dynamo. Now let me get something straight, I am not a match for my dad's enemies, that much has been pounded into my brain by my father. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop me from trying.
Unfortunately for me because nothing I did seemed to have an effect. "Jen, put Jarvis into connection." I dodged to the side to avoid another attack.
"Hello Hanna. Can I be of assistance?"
"Yeah can you- hang on a sec." I ran over to shield the costume wearing kid from a bullet. "Tell Tony to get over here, A.S.A.P."
"Your father has not been in contact with me since his encounter with another of his adversaries." I swallowed.
"Jarvis, when did he disappear?" Crap, if dad was MIA I was royally screwed.
"Contact was disengaged at about two AM this morning."
"What? Why wasn't anyone notified? Didn't you alert anyone?"
"Twenty four hours is the minimum time to notify a missing person."
"Well, when it comes to dad- never mind. Can you send for help? I kind of have a problem here." I shot at the Dynamo again, to no avail.
"Who should I notify miss Hannah?"
"I don't know! Call the whole Justice League if you have to! I need help."
Silence
"Jarvis?" I asked tentatively.
"The Justice League has been notified."
Oh boy.
"Do you have a mission for us?" The eager yellow clad fifteen year old seemed to not have noticed me. He looked one red bull away from bouncing off the walls like a neon bouncy ball. Next to him was a girl in a green arrow type costume, a girl who was green herself, a boy in red and another with the superman symbol on his shirt.
"No"
"But it's been wee-"
"This is Hanna, daughter of Iron Man." Batman stood aside to reveal me standing there, arms crossed. They stared at me. It was kind of awkward actually, having them just….stare.
"Hey I'm Wally, you might of heard of me. Kid Flash. Kind of a big deal but I don't let it go to my head." He had jumped right in my face, taking my hands.
"Right, because you're the definition of humility." The sarcastic remark came from a girl who introduced herself as Artimis. "This is M'gann, Robin, and Conner, she's miss Martian and he's Super boy."
"Hanna will be staying here at Mount Justice until she is able to return home." He turned to leave.
"Wait, are you saying that I'm going to be baby sat?" I have lived most of my life by myself, sure I had Jarvis to look over me, but I don't need this now. I should be out there, looking for my dad, not here with a bunch of sidekicks.
He glared at me, reminding me all too well of his quiet wrath when he first spoke. "You called the entire Justice League to help you, yes, you need a baby sitter. Something Tony seemed to overlook."
"It was a technical difficulty, I didn't-" I stopped. He had left already.
"A tech malfunction?" Robin asked, interested.
"Apparently the one language computers can't understand is sarcasm," I said drily.
SOMETHING WEIRD IS HAPPENING TO MY FORMAT! SO, TO SHOW IT'S ME I'M USING CAPS. Or not, just cuz thats annoying to look at. my first Superhero story, and If I get something wrong with Iron man I'll try to change it, unless it screws the whole thing up. Smiles,