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"Okay May, I'll admit it. I'm in way over my head." Logan Stampede groaned into his ear piece. His arm was bleeding, his was aching, and he had that one bad itch that couldn't quite reach. The explosion he was in had thrown him into a shallow river, and water was starting leak into his suit. He to sit up but he didn't have the strength left, so he decided to just lay in there in the creek for a while. With his good arm he reached up and tore the mask off of his helmet.

"Logan? What happened?" His friend, May, said over the phone. "Please tell me that your alright."

"I kind of exploded, no big deal." His vision had just started blurring as the blood from his arm started to pool in his sleeve, and it felt like a little too much. "Actually, I think I might be bleeding out... I could use a hand."

"Oh, my god!" She said in a panic. "I warned you that something like this would happened!"

"Yes you did. And you can gloat later when I'm not dying."

"I'm on the way, just don't die!"

He suddenly felt tired, it was either from the blood loss or the exhaustion, but either way it felt like he could just fall asleep and never wake up. "Actually May, I think I might fall asleep."

"Don't fall asleep!" He the sound of her starting her car. "You'll definitely die if you fall asleep!"

"I don't think... that I can... help it."

"Logan, stay with me!" She pleaded. "Stay awake! Just keep talking to me! Tell me how this all started!"

"Okay...okay." He tried to think of a good place to start, but the blood loss was making it difficult. "It started three days ago..."

"That's good Logan. Keep going."

"Three days ago at the... at the river side... with a guy getting mugged."

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Three days ago...

It was the fourteenth, the last day of summer vacation before Logan had to return to high school for his junior year. All Logan had ever wanted was to be engineer, he wanted to build things that could help people. And he wanted to be like, the now retired, Ironman, to use what he built for good. Tony Stark was the Ironman, and Logan's personal idol, and he couldn't count the number of times that he had tried to build his own Ironman suit. Tried, because it always ended one of two ways, the car battery that he tried to power it with would explode, and if that didn't happen then armor would have been to heavy to move. Logan was constantly redesigning the plans for his suit, which made his sister think that he just obsessed. He would never admit it, but he was obsessed. He felt very strongly that the world still needed Ironman. The worlds Superhero's seemed to be retiring a lot lately, and wanted to helped fill in the gaps.

Logan was on his way home from the junkyard and passing under the bridge over the river, as he did every day. But today was different, he what sounded like a fight. He looked behind one of the bridge's support pillars to see a man beating up a smaller man while about owed money. Logan had decided that he couldn't sit there and watch, and he couldn't walk away either. He wanted to help people, and this was his chance.

As the bigger was kicking the smaller man on the ground, Logan strolled up behind him, and grabbed the man on his shoulder. "Hey, leave him alone." Logan demanded as confidently as he could. But the man wasn't in a talking mood, he quickly turned around punched Logan's eye, the shock of which made him drop to his knees.

"You should mind your own business, kid." Then the man kicked him down into the riverbed.

The impact of the shallow water hurt Logan's back when landed. He felt his eye to feel himself bleed from his eyebrow. He managed to stand up just in time to see the man running away with sound of a police siren from the road up above. "Well that didn't go as planned." Logan said to himself. He patted himself off, trying to dry off his brown jacket and black pants. His black backpack, that was filled with scrap metal, had fallen off in his little tumble. He sighed heavily, before reaching down to pick it up, and when he did, he found something underneath the bag. It was made of shiny metal and some kind of glass. It looked like a flat-topped light bulb. With curiosity replacing the pain for the moment, he picked it up. If it was a light bulb, it had to be the most high-tech light bulb on the planet. He turned it over to look at the round, flat face, at it's center was a triangle, which was clearly it's core.

There was something familiar about this light bulb thing. Logan wanted to know what it was, where it came from, and what it did. So he stuck it in his pocket and went on his way home.