Okay so you can kick, hit, yell, scold, or do what you'd like to me for making another story. Honestly i wouldn't blame you. But Armored Memories is ending within the next few days, and baby Genius is awfully close to ending, and observations is just too easy to upload, and Suspects vs. Victims was meant to help with writers block. Oh and Fighting til the end just doesnt have an official ending at the moment... And i thought maybe i'll post part of the first chapter of my story i've been working on all summer and even longer than that. April maybe? And i've already got a few chapters done and each of them have almost 20 pages in open office. So... i thought who cares!? its my life i might be complicating! Might as well post it.

Just Bare with me here. IMPORTANT! I need to go through a few things about this. This story is a big 'what if'. there is NO GENE! There might be Whitney, but i'm not sure if i did put her in already or not. BUT the plane crash still happened. Howard, yes, did NOT get kidnapped. Of course he didn't. There's no Gene! But there is not a lot of Tony. Well basically the whole story is based on him, but he doesn't say much. Actually i think so far 'Tony' has said only a few things...sorry 'bout that. But don't worry, it will get better...i hope. Yeah and later on, some themes get to be somewhat like the movie, Iron man. Hopefully some of you will see why when i say that. well when we get there. if we do. so yeah, no Gene, Howard lives and didn't get kidnapped, Not much of Tony, references to the movie, alternate Universe pretty much. Ooh i almost forgot, the armor he built, is the Mark I, but i felt the need to put in a feat only seen in the Mark II, he could shield more than one person and at a distance, just to be clear, cuz i was worried someone would get mad and point out that the Mark I one can only shield itself.

So i made my point. And i'd like to point out, that yes this is very descriptive. Well it is for me. So for those who read my other stories, i'm NOT the most descriptive person alive. But this story, i'm actually trying as hard as i can to keep descriptive. Though i'm pretty sure, i lost my descriptiveness at some point in this story, but still i try to explain things more. Oh and the title, I didn't know what to call it, but i remembered writing something in here about a haunted shadow or something, i don't know if i kept it there or where it is if it is still there, but you get the point, or hopefully you will later on.

Disclaimer: No no i do not own iron man armored adventures, and if you think i do then you lost your mind. It belongs to marvel or nicktoons or somewhere along those lines.

The last thing Tony remembered was going to the back of the plane for some reason he couldn't remember. He remembered that he was supposed to be showing his father his new invention, but now how could he when the plane they had been flying in had just burst into flames, or just exploded into what seemed like a million pieces. Tony's mind only stuck to the flames and pain as he freely fell from the sky to a luckily empty field. He could feel it as tiny unidentifiable objects shredded into his chest. He felt as the wind wrapped around his body as it failed to catch him as he fell.

It took Tony a few moments to actually process that he had landed and that he was no longer falling through nothingness. He groaned and his eyes opened. Part of him wished he hadn't opened his eyes. Smoke, flames, and a nightmare was all he saw. All that was there was pure horror waiting to be seen. He was laying on a large metal scrap, that was curled from being partly melted. His Leg had a large piece of metal sticking out of his upper left leg and he had several cuts in other places. His shirt was in tatters and his left pant leg was half missing. His face was dark from the ashes around him.

Ignoring the searing pain in his chest when he flexed, he sat up and looked around with hopes to see his father. The only thing he saw other than smoke and flames, was something blue. That something glitched and disappeared. The blue stuff also happened to be around Tony. But that also glitched and disappeared. He blinked with something coming back to his mind. His inventions shields did the same thing. He looked at his had and saw that it was indeed his invention. The same invention he was about to show his father. He also remembered the emergency feature that allowed it to create not only a second shield but a detached one that would go around somebody from a distance.

He hoped that his dad survived cause Tony didn't think that he himself would. Honestly he was getting dazed and weak. His vision getting disoriented and fuzzy, his mind could hardly think, and not to mention he was losing a lot of blood. He knew that being in the back of the plane had made things worse for him and made it all the more painful. But somehow the thought of his dad dying and himself living scared him more than death itself. He feared death, yes, but the fact that he was at risk of losing his dad scared him more. He didn't want to lose his father. He had already lost his mother and he didn't need to become an orphan. Though really he wouldn't cause he knew exactly where he would go. Rhodey.

He would go directly to Rhodey even if the government said otherwise.

Blinking spots out of his eyes, he tried his best to see beyond the smoke and fire. Beyond what was in front of him. But his eyes failed him. He frowned as he realized his best shot at finding his father and getting out of there was if he got to his invention. His armor. But how was he to get to it if he could hardly move and it didn't help that he didn't even know where it was in the first place. He scanned the area around him. The flames were dying down, but more smoke was rising. He twisted painfully around and winced as it pulled at both his chest and leg. Then he saw it. The box it was held in. He was lucky that it was in the back of the plane. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to quickly grab the hand glove as it was falling. He hadn't gotten the rest. If he had, he wouldn't be like this and his father would have been safe and with him.

He groaned in pain as he pulled his arms back and pressed them against the ledge of the metal chunk he'd been laying on. He pushed and his entire body moved backwards towards the large box that contained his armor. He yelped loudly as the metal piece in his leg twisted and moved as he moved. He pressed both his hands against his leg and groaned loudly. He feared that if he had tried to pull it out, he'd just make things worse, but now it seemed that he had no choice. So placing both of his hands carefully on both sides of the metal he took a deep breath a pulled. He yelled in pain as it slowly slid out of his leg with one last pull it yanked out and clattered onto the floor that was looming below him.

He ripped off a piece of cloth from his shirt and grimaced as he placed the cloth onto the wound to stop the bleeding. In a matter of seconds, the cloth was bled through and he was already on a second cloth. Giving up on the cloth thing he just tied a long piece to the leg tightly and pushed himself painfully off the piece of metal. He landed with a thump and a groan. He was now on his stomach, army crawling to the largely made bin that held his invention that was too save him and his father.

It took a while, but soon enough after several agonizing movements that he thought that should have killed him, he bumped into the bin. The same bin that held his armor. He wanted to smile as he realized that he made it. He was saved...for the moment he was. He still had to turn it on, find his dad, and he was starting to suspect that he wasn't going to stay conscious for all that long, so he had to put it on auto pilot, which wasn't to hard. The hard part was probably the part where he has to put it on and find his dad. Which to him at the moment, in his current condition, he didn't know how long that would take. The longer it was the closer he would get to passing out.

He shifted and used his hands and pulled himself to his knees. He pressed the button to open the bin that the armor was in. Well the rest of the armor that is. There it was, just laying there missing an arm, looking as if it didn't just crash land onto the earth from a plane that just exploded. Sighing not only in relief, but in pain, he reached in and pulled the helmet on. He blinked as he turned on the computer systems and the first thing he told it to do, was, "O-open up armor. Pr-prepare for use."

The armor did as told and opened up, ready to be worn. Ready to be used. He did his best to pull out each piece and placing them in the proper places. It was hard saying his chest was in complete pain. It felt as if it had gotten barbed wire or sharp nails dragged slowly and agonizingly across his chest. Not that he would have known what that felt like, but it was close to what he was imagining it would feel like. It didn't help that his leg was in a ton of pain too. The large and deep gash in it was incredibly painful. More than he thought possible. At least it didn't hurt as much as his chest did.

[Warning. Extensive damage to user's heart.] The female robotic voice of the armor that he installed informed him.

He didn't bother to reply. He only scanned the screen to see what the report of the armor was telling him that he didn't know. The only thing other than the heart issue that he was told that he didn't know about, was that there was shrapnel lodged in his chest that by the minute was getting ready to press closer to his heart. Hence the extensive damage to his heart. He swallowed in worry that he wasn't going to last long enough for him to get to his father. He worried that he was going to pass out and by the time he woke up, his father could have already bled out. It would make sense that his father got some kind of huge injury that would soon enough kill him if he didn't get medical attention.

It wouldn't surprise him if he was already dead. That was a lie. It would. It was his father for crying out loud. Even though he knew it was a possibility, it would definitely shock him if he found his father dead.

Without another thought, he turned on what he called boot jets, and he went flying into the air. Weakly he started another command for the armor to take. "C-computer, scan the area for dad."

He flew down closer to make it easier for the armor to complete its scan. He himself also started to look around for any signs of his father. He was looking in the general area that the blue 'shield' was spotted that wasn't his own shield. But that was long gone. It wore out and left his father sitting or laying down alone. Alone to his death or soon to be found and helped. It took a few minutes until the armor spoke up again in its mono-toned voice.

[Scans indicate that Howard Stark is under metal by the door over there.]

The armor focused on the door and Tony saw that his father was indeed under that metal piece. Just barely though. "I-is he...a-alive..?"

He was getting weaker and weaker and it was getting harder to breath and speak. It took him a lot of will and effort to bring up even a sentence."

[Scan's conclude that Howard Stark is alive, but his vitals are low and unstable.]

He sighed in major relief yet stress. His father was alive, but just barely. So he wasted no time flying down to his dad and cut off the boot jets. He walked up to the metal piece that laid on his father and used all the strange that he could muster up to lift it off his father and in the other direction. He was breathing deeply and heavily as his vision fuzzed up and started to show signs of losing consciousness. In panic he picked up his dad told his armor to lock hold on him in case he did pass out.

Though the last conscious command he made was not that. Nor was it about auto piloting, which he already pushed out. The first command had already required him of a pass code, which he gave out weakly and roughly. Though his last request was odd. It was,

"Take me...take me to Rhodey."

That was his last request. The last request before everything was gone and disappeared, was to take him and his father to Rhodey. Not to a hospital for he knew that that was what his best friend would do. Though it really was a shame that he hadn't even Told Gene about the armor. It would've been nice to know that Rhodey known what he was up to. Now he had finally passed out from blood loss and he didn't even take the time to see what injuries his father acquired.

His request though, sadly, didn't make it clearly to the armor. It was inconclusive.

[Request denied. Voice not recognized. Auto pilot automatically set to go to the nearest hospital.]

Luckily for Tony, the armor was programmed to not let his identity get out. It was smart enough to know that it was dangerous. So when it flew off into the distance, it was prepared to land somewhere dark and uninhabited, but near a hospital and let Tony out after making a call for an ambulance.

It wasn't long til the ambulance showed up. Once they saw the teen and his father with nothing but a black backpack, they rushed forward unloading the two gurneys and loaded the two onto them. They put on oxygen masks and rolled them into separate ambulances. They knew exactly who they were. They were Howard and Tony Stark. But who to contact was the problem. They didn't know the number of the company, they didn't know who was their close friends. So they couldn't call anyone. They weren't about to go hunting for whoever they needed to call. At least until one of them wakes up. Then they will ask.

(Time break)

The freshly out of surgery teen and adult were in opposite rooms, but in the same hall. Across the hall directly in fact. It wasn't that far. The doctors that had picked them up reasoned with the room director that they should be near each other for multiple reasons. They were father and son for one. They just got seriously hurt and they deserve to at least be near each other. Finally for the fact that if one of them decides to be superman or whatever and leave their room in search for the other, they wouldn't be able to get too far away.

The status of each one was different almost entirely. Howard was least beat up and hurt. He had cuts and tons of burns. His son was a different matter in that. He had something worse. He didn't only have cuts and burns. Not even the pretty deep cut on his leg was bad. It was his chest that had them worried. To the doctors, it seemed almost impossible to keep him living. It was the shrapnel that had entered his chest. But much to their relief a specialist, Dr. Yinsen, who had worked with Howard a few times, had helped in the surgery on the young boy. He removed as much of the shrapnel that he could, but still some remained, so he used an experimental technology. A heart monitor made by an arch reactor. A miniature one at that. It had in fact worked. It saved his life. Though it didn't change the fact that he would have to charge it everyday.

At least none of them were dead.

None of them had made a sound or even cracked their eyes open that someone noticed. Both of them seemed to get closer and closer to going into a coma. Which wasn't good for they still had no idea who to call. It was still a good idea that the news hadn't known about them yet. Yes they did know about a plane crash that the Stark's had been in. But they did not know where they were exactly. And Yinsen had made it sure that the only people that knew about the two were him and the nurses and the surgeons. He though knew the number to call. His lawyer, Roberta Rhodes. But he had demanded that they waited for the phone call until they both woke up. Or at least one of them.

It had been three days after the crash and it had been clear that both of them were in a coma. Both of them! Which really wasn't a shock, but still there had been hopes that one of them would wake up so they could call as soon as possible. Though now, that it was cleared out about whether or not they were going to go in a coma, it made it a must to call Mrs. Rhodes. So Yinsen made his way to his office and dialed her number, on his personal cell.

So i hope i did a good job. I tried really hard on this. This is only part of chapter one, but i thought it was good enough for a "prologue." so please, review and tell me how i did. there will be Pepperony as always. and as a warning, Tony met Pepper before the crash. Thought i'd add that in so i dont forget.

i understand that was not how the plane crash went and i don't mean to change it, but it fit the story, well it did to me, but it didn't change much other than Tony was able to keep his dad alive.

Right now i'm going to work on Observations, then tomorrow i'll try to finish up Armored memories. Otherwise Tuesday or Wednesday. hopefully soon. Well hopefully this goes well and i'll try to update soon without bugging my time with other stories.