THE GIRL IN THE TITANIUM ARMOR
PROLOGUE
Beca S(tark) Mitchell- the daughter of the famous Tony Stark. At the age of 6, she built her first motorcycle engine. At the age of 14, she had programmed her first computer system known as J.A.R.V.I.S. or Just A Rather Very Intelligent System and graduated Summa Cum Laude in M.I.T.
Coming from rich and well-known family and having a brilliant mind, Beca had everything.
One afternoon, the teenage Beca Stark decided to relax on the pool since she just got back from Cambridge where she just introduced her robotic invention. She was in her bikini, wore her sunglasses and laid down on a rectangular transparent floater.
"Beca," A man called her as he walked out of the house. He was in a gray suit and his hair was wavy and dark. His beard was neatly shaved in a very unique way that belonged to the one and only Tony Stark.
"Dad, I just came back. Can you please just give me time to relax?" Beca replied, not looking at her father.
"There's no time to relax, Beca. You better start getting to know the company you'll soon be running. I left the-"
"I'm 14. I still have like, what? Seven more years before I legitimately become CEO," Beca shot back.
Tony Stark sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I know we haven't seen each other eye-to-eye. Beca, let me remind you that the level of your intelligence is not the same with the level of your maturity."
"Chill out, old man. Mom is waiting in the car. Y'know, women hate waiting."
Tony knew he wasn't going to win this argument at this time so he decided to save it for later. He turned around and stopped to look at his daughter at the corner of his eye and hoping that she's listening. "There are a lot of things I haven't told you about that you need to know, Beca." He continued walking and left the younger Stark confused. But Beca simply shook it off then carried on with her tanning and not realizing that those were the last words from her dad.
After the tragic car accident of her parents, Beca turned her life around. She hid herself from the world and even changed her last name to Mitchell for a reason. She spent the next years trying to familiarize herself with Stark Industries and all its secrets that her father told her about. She had even developed more weapons than her father did. At the age of 21, she finally returned and claimed the throne that was rightfully hers. She's now known as Beca S. Mitchell.
A genius. A billionaire. And a playgirl. Where would she be on a Saturday night?
"Drinks are on me!" Beca shouted and raised her half-empty bottle of beer as the crowd in the club cheered for her. She hopped down the stage of the club and was met by hot gorgeous women who were eye-sexing her. She flashed them her charming smile and made her way to the bar. She was about to order another drink when…
"You are unbelievable." Beca turned her head, smirking when she saw a familiar face. A very familiar face, in fact.
"Aubrey! Chloe called in sick," Beca replied and talked to the bartender. The bartender nodded as he took the genius brunette's order.
"The only reason you are here is because of the Barden Awards and not to party," Aubrey said with a raised voice because she was definitely sure Beca couldn't hear her because of the loud music inside. She crossed her arms and glared at the brunette.
"Is that Award Show done?"
"Well, yeah."
"Then it's time to celebrate!" Beca smiled brightly and took a swig of her beer. She paid for the drinks and went out of the bar ignoring the women calling from behind her.
Aubrey and Beca, along with her three bodyguards and Jesse—head of security, were headed to the exit of the hotel. "Don't forget about the weapons demonstration tomorrow," the blonde reminded her.
Lt. Colonel Aubrey Posen met Beca in her first weapons demonstration a few years back. They got along pretty well because they shared the same interests and views about the weapons industry. It took them a long time to be close friends because Beca's sarcastic laid-back personality isn't going well with Aubrey's uptight strict personality. Nobody would ever believe that they were bestfriends.
"Yeah," Beca replied nonchalantly.
"Don't be late," Aubrey said as she walked towards the elevator to take a rest from the day. Beca bid her friend goodbye and exited the building.
Beca was about to enter her black Range Rover when someone had called her attention. She stopped her tracks when she heard it was a woman's voice.
"Ms. Mitchell!" The two guards blocked her way but she continued introducing herself nevertheless, "I'm Amber Earheart from Vanity Fair Magazine and I have a few questions for you."
Beca leaned into Jesse, who was holding the door for her, and whispered, "Hot?"
"Totally," Jesse mumbled.
Beca turned around with a smile on her face and approached the reporter, "The pie I'm saving at home can wait. Yes, what are your questions?"
"They called you the 'Da Vinci of our time.' What do you think of that?" Amber asked as she lifted the recording device.
Beca snorted and shook her head in amusement, "I don't paint."
"Stark Industries is capable of developing much more advanced technology. Why focus on the weapons industry?"
Beca paused for a moment, "Listen, Amanda-"
"Amber," the reporter corrected her.
"Okay, Amber. The world is imperfect and war is inevitable. My old man had a philosophy that peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy."
"Why didn't you keep your father's name?" Amber continued asking.
Beca grimaced and said, "I think I'll have to pass in answering that question."
"Do you still get much sleep at night?"
"I sleep whenever I want. I work at night."
"Wow," Amber found herself speechless when Beca was taking a few steps towards her with a seductive smirk.
She gasped when the brunette leaned to her ear and whispered, "But I can take a break. For you." Amber let herself being pulled by Beca to her car. This was going to be one of her unforgettable nights.
The morning after…
Chloe entered her boss' huge bedroom and caught the girl snooping around Beca's things. She cringed at the woman when she saw her wearing Beca's plaid shirt from last night. She watched the curious reporter who accidentally touched JARVIS' main control then the alarm went on which was followed by JARVIS saying, "You are not authorized."
"That's Jarvis. He runs the house," Chloe stated in a calm voice that called Amber's attention. "Here are your clothes. They have been dry-cleaned and pressed. There's a car waiting for you outside. Just tell them where you want to go. Beca had to leave immediately because she has a meeting but she said she'll call you soon." The redhead ended with a polite smile and handed the clothes to the woman who was walking slowly towards her. Chloe had been repeating those lines like reciting a poem to a girl who's never ever getting a call from Beca Mitchell.
Amber smiled as she recognized the woman standing in front of her. "The famous Chloe Beale. After all these years, Beca is still asking you to pick up the dry cleaning."
Chloe fought the urge to roll her eyes and maintained her polite smile, "I do whatever Ms. Mitchell requires including occasionally making her a sandwich. Would that be all?" She let out a sarcastic smile which made the blonde roll her eyes. Chloe simply smiled to herself and waited for the blonde to change her clothes and made sure that she'll leave the mansion immediately.
Beca, who was actually downstairs at her garage the whole time, is trying to disassemble the car engine she created when she was six as she listened to Blue Swede's Hooked On A Feeling. She wanted to modify the whole engine and upgrade it. She's never contented because she has a habit of developing and upgrading her creations. She was studying the exploded hologram view of the engine when her music was turned down. It meant that Chloe was in the room.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to turn down my music?," Beca said as she continued taking out parts from the engine.
"You're supposed to be meeting Aubrey about an hour and a half ago," Chloe said, ignoring Beca's comment.
"I thought it was my plane. They can't leave without me," Beca replied as she looked back at the holographic image of the engine before her.
"Aubrey had called about a hundred times already. She's very pissed," Chloe said as she followed her boss who was walking to the mini-bar to get a bottle of water.
"Do you have plans for tonight?" Beca asked as she twisted the cap of the bottle.
"I'm allowed to have plans on my birthday. Now I need you to sign this," Chloe said with a smile then opened the folder and handed a pen for her boss.
"It's your birthday? Wow," Beca said with a smirk as she took a swig of her water.
Chloe let out a fake laugh, "Yeah, it's weird. It's the same day as last year." Beca took the pen, not taking her eyes off the redhead.
"So did you like the dress?" Beca asked after signing the paper.
"Yeah. It was beautiful. Thank you, Ms. Mitchell." Chloe said softly. Beca met her gaze and they stared at each other for a heartbeat. Chloe and Beca had known each other since Beca started working as the CEO of Stark Industries. She couldn't believe Chloe had been so patient with her the past seven years. To Beca, Chloe was more than just an assistant. She stayed with her all these years and it's safe to say that she couldn't live without the redhead.
However, Beca was snapped from her thoughts when Chloe handed her a cup of espresso. Beca gladly took it.
Chloe closed the folder and gave her a sweet smile, "Would that be all, Ms. Mitchell?"
"That would be all, Ms. Beale." Beca returned the smile. She made her way out of her lab to get ready for the weapons demonstration…and also to come up with an explanation to Aubrey.
Aubrey was standing at the platform near the door of the plane where she was supposed to meet Beca. She was wearing her army combat uniform with her sunglasses on. Her blonde hair was tied to a bun. She was getting impatient with Beca. She let out a sharp sigh and checked her watch just when she saw a white Audi R8 entering the runway. It was being followed by a black Mercedes Benz E-Class W211. She saw Beca getting out of the car and was smiling at Jesse. They both walked towards the stairs leading to a very angry Lt. Colonel Posen.
"I am so close to pointing a gun in your head," Aubrey glared at Beca who was simply laughing. The brunette was climbing up the stairs to the door of the airplane. She stopped at the platform to greet the blonde.
"Hello, Aubrey. I know you won't do it." Beca patted the side of her arm and went inside the plane.
"Three hours! I was standing here for three fucking hours!" Aubrey exclaimed as they made their way inside the plane. Beca took a seat and the angry blonde sat across her.
"You're like a four-year-old who needs a baby sitter. Maybe I should make you a bowl of cereal too," Aubrey began.
"Don't be mad. It won't happen again, Mom," Beca playfully teased.
Aubrey rolled her eyes and tried to tone down a bit, "I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed. This is important and you need to focus."
"I know what I'm doing. Let's get some drinks," Beca then turned to the flight attendant. "I'll have the Martini, gorgeous," She flashed a smile and winked at the tall brunette flight attendant who blushed.
Aubrey just rolled her eyes at the brunette's behavior. "Look, I'm here to make sure you are doing your job. But you are such a pain in the ass, Mitchell."
Beca playfully placed a hand on her chest with her mouth agape but Aubrey still had her I'm-going-to-kill-you face on. Beca then gave her an apologetic look. After all, it's very tiring to stand outside for three hours. "I know and I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Now let's drink."
"I don't want to smell like alcohol in front of the General."
"Fine. Suit yourself," Beca raised her glass and took a sip of her Martini.
The weapons demonstration was a success (as always.) It took place at the foot of the mountains near an unpopulated area in the desert. She showed the military the new "Jericho" missile. It was more advanced than any of the missiles that Beca had ever created. She made sure that this missile wouldn't let the enemies get out of their caves.
After the demonstration, Beca knew the drill. She usually rides with Aubrey back to the headquarters but this time she wanted to be alone. She got in to one of the trucks and closed the door just when Aubrey approached her.
Aubrey stood by the window and said, "Beca, you ride with-"
"I'm sorry. This is the Fun-vee. The hum-drum-vee is over there," Beca's head was out of the window and let out a playful smirk at the blonde.
Aubrey sighed and let out a small smile, "Nice job." Beca smiled back at her with a glass of scotch in one hand. The ride was long and silent. It wasn't totally fun at all. There were three soldiers riding with Beca and the genius brunette just waited for them to speak up. The soldier sitting next to Beca kept taking quick glances at her.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face? Come on, tell me. Are you not allowed to talk?" Beca asked as she looked at the soldiers one by one.
"We're allowed to talk, ma'am." The soldier beside her replied with a stern voice.
"They're just intimidated, ma'am," The soldier who was driving stated.
"Good lord, you're a woman," Beca said, "Well, you have an amazing bone structure there and now I'm having a hard time not looking at you now. Is that weird?"
The woman let out a breathy laugh and the two soldiers laughed along with them.
Beca chuckled, "There ya go!"
The soldier sitting beside her slightly raised his hand and Beca playfully rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding me? This isn't high school for fuck's sakes."
"Is it cool if I take a selfie with you?" the young soldier asked.
Beca stared at him for a moment, "Yes, it is very cool. Don't forget to mention how awesome I am on Twitter." She scooted closer and the soldier stretched out his arm with the camera in hand and his free hand formed a peace sign.
Beca noticed it and smirked at the gesture, "Yeah. I love peace."
Just when the soldier took the picture, the truck in front of them exploded. The vehicle immediately stopped and the next thing Beca heard was shouting and more explosions from outside. The two soldiers who were sitting in front loaded their guns. The soldier who was sitting at the passenger seat instructed the younger soldier, whose name was Jimmy, to stay with Beca. The two of them went out but two or three bullets were fired and the two soldiers were both on the ground.
"Son of a bitch!" Jimmy exclaimed as he loaded his gun and quickly made his way out to help his fellow men. He told Beca to stay in the truck no matter what happens and shut the door closed. When the soldier turned around, multiple bullets were fired again. Out of panic, Beca went out of the truck and ran away.
What once was a calm desert became a war zone and Beca was unarmed. She hid behind a huge rock to dodge the flying bullets and took out her phone to contact Aubrey but then she noticed a small missile that had just landed right beside her. Her eyes widened in fear and she recognized the logo of Stark Industries printed on the side. She quickly got up just in time when it exploded. The explosion sent her tiny body flying and she landed on the ground on her back. She groaned at the pain that stung her body. Sure, her back hurt like hell but her chest was in more serious damage. The bulletproof vest she was wearing was useless. She saw blood seeping through her shirt. She took deep breaths until everything went black.
A/N: This is something that I've been planning to write for a long time. I'd say this is going to be like a mash-up of my two favorite things in this planet but I think I'll make a few changes here and there. Tell me what you think before I continue writing this :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Iron Man and Pitch Perfect.