Now...

May Parker had panicked. The second that he friend Logan told her that he was in some riverbed bleeding out, she ran for her emergency first aid kit that she kept in her dresser, and bolted out the door. She grabbed her fathers keys without telling him, which she wasn't suppose to do, and hopped in his car and sped away from their house in Queens.

After Logan came to her for help with a gun shot wound through his chest piece, she made him put a GPS tracer in his suit for when he couldn't get to her. She had warned him that he was going to get himself killed and looked like that just might happen.

May pushed the dark thoughts to the back of her mind to focus on her driving, and keeping Logan awake. He was telling the story about how he started his little crusade against crime as the second Ironman.

Then his voice started fading. "Logan? Logan!" She yelled into her phones ear piece.

"I'm here..." He panted back over the phone. "It's just really cold..."

"Your body?"

"No the water... it was raining earlier."

"This is not the time to be an ass, just keep talking to me! What happened after you found the bulb." She had to keep him talking or he was going to fall asleep and die from blood loss.

"I went home... And then my sister came home..."

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Three Days Ago...

Logan sat at the kitchen table with the bag full of scrape metal in front of him and his jacket over the back of his chair. He was deep in thought as he stared into the bulb he had found. He was trying to remember where he had seen this before, but it wouldn't come to him. He was so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed his sister walk in. "What's that?" She asked as she walked past him.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." He said without taking his eyes off of it.

"Something you found at the junk yard?" She took a seat next to him with a water bottle in the hand.

"No, in the river on my way back. Here take a look." He passed it to her and she jumped when she saw his face.

"What the hell happened to your face?!"

"Oh yeah...That." He touched the bruising around his eye. When he had gotten home he had cleaned the gash on his eyebrow and stuck a bandage over it. He didn't want to tell her had happened, but he had forgotten to think up a clever lie. "I tripped... on a muffler, at the junk yard."

She gave him the I'm-not-stupid face and said. "I know when you're lying to me Logan. What happened?"

"Alright..." He took a deep breath. "I tried to stop a mugging on my way home, and got clocked. The guy was really fast, he didn't look fast, but he was."

His sister sigh with disappointment. "Logan, in know that you want to help people, but putting yourself in danger isn't the way."

"I couldn't just stand a watch."

"No you should have called the police and left."

This time Logan sighed. "Okay, I'll admit I didn't think that hard about it, I just acted. But if I didn't, I wouldn't have found this." He tapped the glass bulb, hoping to change the subject back to it instead of him.

"You don't even know what it is."

"I know what it is." He said matter-of-factly. "I just don't remember."

She shook her head at her brother, then stood to leave. "I'm going to bed. Don't stay up to late, we have school tomorrow."

He watched her leave. "When do I ever stay up late, Carm?" He said sarcastically.

"Good night Logan." She said rounding the corner to her bed room.

Logan sat there for a few moments before taking one last look at the bulb. He gave up on trying to remember what it was for the moment. He stood and headed outside. In the back of their small house was a garage, that he used as his work shop. He unlocked the door then locked it behind him. He clapped his hands to turn on the lights, then turned on his radio for music.

On his work table was a half built left arm gauntlet. He sat down at the work table and started working on its hydraulics. The armor that he was building was basically hockey pads plated with metal, but the metal was so heavy that he needed a hydraulics system to move in it. The problem was the power source. All he had were old car battery's from the junk yard, and either they would short out the hydraulics, or they weren't powerful enough to last more than a few seconds. He took a break from messing with the arm hydraulics, and stepped over to the metal forge had made out of old cinder blocks.

He lit the forge fires, and begun to forge the helmet, again. He could never get the helmet the right shape, it was always either to big, or to small, but he had a good feeling about today. He took a deep breath, and worked slowly to shape the metal just right. And when he got the general shape just right, he used the tongs to gently take the helmet out of the fire and placed it on the block of iron that he was using as an anvil. With his free hand he grabbed his hammer, took a deep breath, and started to mold the helmet further with the hammer. Logan had known that he would spend many late nights in here, so he took the precaution to soundproof the garage.

Logan's favorite thing about metal working was the feeling that he got when he hammered hot metal. He loved the way it sent shockwaves up his arm and he loved to sound of metal striking metal. He would spend hours out here hammering metal, and that's just what he did that night.