After Tony came back home, he started a new project. This project was a bit different from the rest. Even as I watched, I couldn't understand what he was trying to do. He seemed to be piecing together some kind of armor that was also a weapon.

The armor also had an emanating light in the chest. After getting out of the shock of seeing Tony with a flashlight in his chest, I began to get curious of what exactly it was. After seeing some of his notes about it, I learned that it was an Arc Reactor and that it kept his heart from being pierced by shrapnel. I became more accepting of the light.

As I watched him build, I noticed that he seemed to have a different initiative for this new project. It wasn't out of boredom or because it would sell well in the market. No, he seemed to be making it personalized. I was also watching how much the kidnapping had changed him.

Trying to read Tony was really hard. Luckily, I had years of practice.

He tried to cover it, but I could tell that he was in some sort of grieving. But it seemed that this same grieving was motivating him, making him do this for someone else. Even if it was weird seeing him like this, it was strangely better.

After a lot (and I do mean A LOT) of trial and error, he had finally finished. It looked weird on him, like when someone's suddenly wearing glasses, but at the same time it looked fitting. It was all stainless steel grey and covered all of his body. The face had slits for eyes, but after that nothing. It also looked like it was missing something.

Finally, when Tony fell asleep, I was able to explore his work. I had taken this as a habit for when Tony built something that wasn't a weapon or just really interesting. I swiftly climbed out of the vent and tied a cord so I could climb down towards the workroom. I could move freely in the workroom, since I had rigged Jarvis into letting me in the workplace. I was only able to do it after 2 years of living in the mansion, and even then it only covered the workroom.

After reaching the floor and securing my cord for a quick getaway, I approached the armor. I was a bit weary of it since it was the size of a full grown Bean. It stood tall near the wall. Tony was asleep with his head resting in the worktable. I steered away from his gigantic feet in case he moved or woke up.

When I reached the armor, I could see marks clearly in all of it so I used them to climb to the top of the head. Once I was up there, I could see the workroom from a different view. After gazing through the room for a while, I realized that I was seeing everything from a Bean perspective. It was different from watching from a vent, mostly because I was in the room. I felt like a giant, what with the floor far away. It also was weird being in the room with a Bean without having to look around for something that could smash you. I wanted to stay up here forever but I knew I couldn't, so I made my way to the floor.

On my way down, my backpack unzipped and something must have broken, because some parts of the armor were suddenly stained with gold and red paint. Damn it, I must have forgotten the bags of paint I had borrowed before. Just when I was starting to scrub the stains, Tony began stirring.

I started to panic. If I left the stains in the suit, he would know someone or something was in the lab and investigate, and then he would check the tapes and discover something was wrong with Jarvis… I had to take a few calming breaths. Tony was slowly waking up and I had to act fast. I climbed down as fast as I could, and then ran towards the cord hanging near the vent. I had just climbed up the vent, when Tony was fully awake. I froze and was half expecting him to find the string that was hanging from the vent. But luck was on my side and Tony turned his back towards me so I quickly pulled the cord away.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Forget what I said, luck was clearly not in my side.

I hid myself as much as I could while still having a view of the workplace. I could see Tony circling the suit and regarding it. Just when I was thinking that he would search the lab, he stopped in front of it. Oh God, he would notice one of my footprints in the paint, or maybe I had forgotten a piece of string or something I had borrowed before, or maybe even…

"Huh, it doesn't look that bad. It actually has some style on it."

I passed out in that moment.