All right! I've been meaning to write this up for a while now, years at this point. Originally, this story was published under the title of: His Child: The Titanium Warrior by coccacola99. If you like the story, make sure to send her a quick thanks! This character is one that I saw great potential in and hope to give the justice it deserves.

Now, for the wonderful story of Twila Michaels the Titanium Warrior.

Chapter 1

"ELISA, deploy suit," I commanded my AI, ELISA. I created her 2 years ago. She is like my personal assistant but so much better.

ELISA is an acronym I used for my program. It stands for Eternal Living Intellectual System Advancement. To put her in perspective, she is my own version of JARVIS who can control any technological device I connect to her.

"Miss, your suit is ready for deployment, but the risks-"

"ELISA, sometimes you just got to take risks for something to flourish," I cut her off. It's truly hard to find good Artificial Intelligence these days... Good thing I built her!

The equivalent of a sigh sounds off from ELISA's sound system before my suit starts to build around my simple outfit of a black, long-sleeved Under Armor shirt with silver stripes on my sides and black yoga pants that cover to the bottom of my calves where they meet my black socks. My workout clothes essentially.

I'm poor and needed something to cover me. Sue me.

My suit has the same specs as the Iron Man armor...yes, I did say the Iron Man armor... except more slender, more mobile, more advanced, and (most importantly) more me.

All because of my brilliant brain.

ELISA helps me run the more advanced features of the suit, such as controlling the route of power, maintaining stability during flight, and of course keeping the suit from crumbling and crushing me inside.

"C'mon ELISA! Let's get this show on the road!" I whine as ELISA takes her time to route enough power to the thrusters to allow me to take off.

"One second Miss."

My mask clamps down at last, showing everything I might need during my flight on my HUD. This includes reporting on missiles and repulsors, detailed analysis of my armor from the outside, and of course the time, date, and weather on the top.

"Let's take this baby on a test flight, shall we ELISA?" I ask rhetorically and excitedly. I spread my arms next to my hips and take a deep breath. ELISA's faded voice fills the helmet as I feel the faint heat of the repulsors against my calves, pushing me upwards slowly and carefully.

"Miss, I really recommend we-"

ELISA's voice cuts off again as I take off at high speeds into the air, smashing right through my ceiling and towards the clouds. The sun catches my pink and silver suit, reflecting the colors throughout the greatest city in the United States, nay, the world: Manhattan. A great smile hides beneath the faceplate as I realize how my world will change now that I have perfected the armor and the prototype in my mother's garage isn't the only working model I own.

I feel completely free! Like a bird! Capable of going anywhere I want whenever I'd like through the skies!

But all good things must come to an end…

Out of nowhere, a streak of red and silver appears in front of me and hovers to my side. I take another deep breath before looking at the man that inspired my creation: the Iron Man. Tony Freaking Stark.

"Miss, Mr. Stark is attempting to patch through remotely. Shall I patch him thr-?" ELISA's voice echoes through the suit. I barely manage to think with the noise she makes but still manage to come up with a perfect getaway strategy.

"Yeah, patch him through but get the flares ready," I casually order my AI. I take a deep breath before Tony Stark's connection, preparing for his rampaging screams.

"The last time I saw an armor that looked like mine, I told the young girl to watch it because she didn't quite understand what she would be getting herself into. I could easily sue you for copyri-," I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Yeah. Good luck with that. I just wanted to say 'Hey!' and 'See ya later asshole!'"

I gave the billionaire a little giggle before yelling at ELISA to deploy the flares as I use my propulsion from the repulsors to fling me away from the other genius inventor. The dumber, old one that is.

My flares light up in the man's face, causing him to fall a short distance before he catches himself.

"Put everything in the thrusters on my mark, ELISA," I command. I flip over so my belly hangs down to the ground and my hands reach back from my hips. "MARK!" I scream.

My artificial servant follows my request at once, my thrusters building up power before releasing such a burst I am only a blur in the sky in a matter of seconds.

Like I said. More advanced.

Pretty simple start to her story. I have more written up using bits and pieces of the original story, but I plan to change the story up quite a bit.

Hope you enjoyed! If you want to read more, give the story a follow and you'll be notified as soon as the next chapter is uploaded.

Later Nerds!