A.N: Hey there ev'rybody! Daemon is back with some words about her new lover, Tony Stark. So…

DISCLAIMER: Obviously, its called FAN and then FICTION. So its fake, and written by FANS. So if I'm a fan, I don't own it. See the logic? I will not post any further disclaimers unless relevant later to content used in chapters to come.

CLAIMER: Fletcher is all mine, baby. No stealies. However, feel free to have her cameo in any of your fiction, so long as you give a small note back to me saying that she's mine. That's all I ask, a tad of credit where it belongs. Thank you. Also mine is the plot, most of the dialogue, and some other stuff to come.

I have become addicted to what I pre-judged to be a terrible remake of one of my favorite superheroes, Iron Man: Armored Adventures. So, here I am in ALL MY CLASSES writing in a composition notebook about Stark, Fletcher, Rhodey and the armor.

Happy (late) Valentines day, any of you lucky bastards with significant others, I envy you greatly.

Anything else you wanna bring up? Review and let me know or if you wanna talk about fan fiction, IMAA, my pieces, or whatever else, feel free to send me an email at heymiki (at) ymail (dot) com.

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"Rhodey, Valentine's Day is lame," complained the teen. Backpack slung lazily over his shoulder, both he and the black boy were headed for the school building.

"Hey, Tony! Hi, Rhodey!" came a girl's voice. Another young student, around the boy's age, ran up to the two. "Happy Valentine's Day!" she smiled, pink daisies strewn about her red hair.

"Yeah, sure, you too, Pepper," replied the brunette, Tony. Rhodey, the black boy, gave him a friendly elbow to the side.

"A lot of kids birthdays are today. Did you know that?" Pepper asked, randomly.

"Like who?" Rhodey asked.

"Like that new girl. I heard she transferred from a magnet school in California or something? Supposedly she's like, a musical prodigy. She's got the fastest hands in the States, according to some competition," Pepper explained. It was insane how she knew all this. "Well, I need to go. Tony, don't be late! Again!" she shouted the reminder as she ran for her locker.

"New kid? I didn't know there was a new kid," Tony commented, leaning against the lockers as Rhodey stopped to grab his textbooks.

"Well, there's Winter Drumline. She's probably in that, you can stop by the gym and sit in on their rehearsal today after school. You'll probably see her there," Rhodey suggested. Then he closed the locker and the two headed for math, their first class of the day.

With a smirk, Tony replied, "Sounds like a plan."

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"So, those are the snares. Devin, Daniel, and Andrew," said Mr. Carp, the band director. He pointed to three boys, each with a snare drum harnessed to their body.

"And the basses. Olly, Matt, Clayton, Jordan…" Carp pointed to four students, the first three boys and the last drummer a girl. All four had large drums on the their chests, each getting progressively larger as it went down the line.

Finally, Carp and Tony came up to two students, a blonde boy and a brunette girl, with a set of drums harnessed to them like the snares were harnessed. Tony counted six drums in all. "And here's your tenors. Traverse and Fletcher."

Fletcher? Seriously, that's her name? How odd.

"Hi," Tony greeted the girl, Fletcher. He noticed just how tiny she was then, looking at her in the drums. They looked too big for her; she was so short and skinny. Then again, Traverse was pretty tall, even for a Junior. "I'm-"

"Stark. Yeah, cool, it's an honor to meet someone with a wallet like yours and the ego to match. Now if you don't mind, hot shot, we've got a show to rehearse," Fletcher shot. Her voice somehow managed to be soft, airy, through her crisp words. It seemed to dance around him, taunt him.

"Why so serious, sweetheart?" Tony asked the tenors girl with a smirk. She rolled her eyes.

"We're in set. We can't break-"

"I said 'set', Fallon! Tony, I'm sorry, but I need off the floor before you get trampled by fast marching battery," Carp shouted out over the gym floor.

Okay, Fletcher is her last name. I've never known many girls to go by their last name… Especially if they had a cool name like 'Fallon'. How odd.

"Later, Stark," Fallon said, smugly. She even managed to mimic Tony's smirk.

"One, two, three, four!" Carp counted off, Stark walking off the drill floor just in time ffor the snares to march forward, playing their opening riff. The battery charged in all directions, and Tony found himself amazed at how fast they'd learned the drills. He figured maybe they'd used some drills from the fall marching band season. Their light footwork and the music itself left him astounded, the way the drumline swiftly moved about and fluently changed beats and riffs. Tony found his eyes trailing Fallon. Everything Pepper said was true; She was good. Really good.

Suddenly, the center snare (Devin, if Tony remembered correctly) and Fallon stepped forward as the rest of the battery stepped back with a crash of the cymbals.

Devin played his snare solo, the only other sound an occasional cymbal hit and the backing mallet part from the front ensemble. It was intricate, Devin twirled the sticks around in his hands, switched off accents, his stick height altered and the sticking of the solo itself left Tony amazed the boy had learned it so fast.

Then Fletcher began her solo.

Fastest hands in the States? Tony was tempted to film it and put it on YouTube to prove Fletcher had the fastest hands, period. She made Keith Moon look like he was just starting out. She out-drummed the center snare, with an even more difficult sticking. Fletcher was tossing sticks, twirling them, making sweeps across the tenors and playing accented notes where Tony couldn't believe she could even register as a beat. He had trouble following where she was playing, it was all so impressively fast. And Fletcher was starring straight forward; She never looked down to the drums.

The front ensemble then took from her solo into a more mallet-oriented part of the show, and then the drumline was finished. "Okay," Carp shouted out, "take a break."

Fallon slipped out of the tenors, lying them on the ground in the position she stood in at the beginning of the show. Walking out of the gym into the hallway, she grabbed a soda can from a backpack on the floor, which Tony assumed to be hers.

"Hey!" Tony shouted after Fletcher, following her into the hallway.

"Fallon Fletcher, at your service, Stark," Fallon greeted, leaning against the gym doors and taking a drink from the soda.

"Hi," Tony replied. "You're really good, by the way."

She smiled. "Thanks." Fallon took another sip from the can, then set it down by the bag again. Fluffing out her shoulder length, straight brown hair she continued, "So, enlighten me. What's the infamous Stark doing conversing with the new girl?" Fletcher's voice dripped in sarcasm.

"Maybe it's my Valentine's Day generosity," he joked. Fletcher rolled her eyes again.

"I'd rather have taken your money as Single's Awareness Day generosity, Stark," she spat. Tony hid his shock. Normally, girl's were all over him, in love with him (or at least his wallet). But not Fletcher. She seemed to hate him, she always seemed bitter towards him. She didn't even care about his wealth, but Tony took this as the one positive spin on having someone hate him so much. Tony wasn't used to having someone hate Tony. He was well used to people hating Iron Man.

"God, Fletcher," he started, calling her by her last name, like she referred to him by his, "Why so serious? Why so bitter?"

The last names seemed to be a sign of disrespect. It was like she was telling him that she didn't care about him enough to call him by his first name, but she didn't respect him enough to call him Mr. Stark. To her, Tony was just a name, just another ego-centric genius. Just a last name.

"I don't take kindly to other people's drama," Fletcher responded, "I don't take kindly to arrogant rich kids."

"Hate to break it to you, but you're acting rather catty, and arrogant. And if you went to a magnet, you're a rich kid, Fletcher," the sixteen year old said. "Oh," he added, a smirk on his face, "happy birthday."

And with that, Tony turned and walked away.