Hey! I'm back- i've worked my butt off for this, and amazingly enough, i'm actually working a bit of a plot in here. Keep your eyes open!

Scene change.

Rhodey is standing in front of a half a dozen military men, walking up and down the line as he talked, a hanger in the background.

"The future of air combat. Is it manned or unmanned?"

"Oh- don't you dare say unmanned." Clint mumbled under his breath, eyes fixated on the screen.

"I'll tell you, in my experiences, no unmanned aerial vehicle will ever trump a pilot's instinct, his insight, that ability to look into a situation beyond the obvious and discern its outcome, or a pilot's judgment."

"Amen! I want to meet with this ma- Natasha! Stop it! Ow!"

"Colonel? Why not a pilot without the plane?" Tony smirked, walking across the hanger towards Rhodey who sighed.

"Look who fell out of the sky. Mr. Tony Stark."

"Hello, sir."

"Speaking of manned or unmanned, you gotta' get him to tell you about the time he guessed wrong at spring break. Just remember that, spring break, 1987."

"They went to MIT together." Natasha added, noticing the confused looks on everyone.

"How is it that you know all of this?" Steve asked with a frown, and Natasha had a slight smile on her face.

"I was sent in to spy on Stark. I read his file."

"That lovely lady you woke up with."

'Don't do that!"

"What was his name?"

"Don't do that."

"Was it Ivan?'

"Don't do that."

"Eh, they'll believe it."

"Don't do that."

"Okay."

Tony sighed, getting annoyed with the repeated phrase.

"Don't do that."

"Pleasure meeting you." Tony nodded to the rank of men and women, watching with masked amusement.

"Give us a couple minutes, you guys." Rhodey ordered, the men and women marching away to observe or help with the landing of other planes.

"I'm surprised." Rhodey confessed as they started walking, Tony lifting one eyebrow and looking at him.

"Why?"

"I swear, I didn't expect to see you walking around so soon."

"I'm doing a little better than walking."

"The suit? Is he making the suit?" Steve asked, and nobody said anything.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Rhodey, I'm working on something big. I can to talk to you. I want you to be a part of it."

"You're about to make a whole lot of people around here real happy, cause that little stunt at the press conference, that was a doozy.."

"This is not for the military…I'm not… It's different."

"What? You're a humanitarian now or something?"

"I need you to listen to me."

"No, what you need is time to get your mind right…I'm serious."

"He's not going to see a shrink, Rhodey." Clint muttered, dodging the fist.

"Shrink?" Steve asked in alarm, recognizing the term from his day even.

"Yeah- he's gotta' be screwed up after tha- Damn it Natasha!"

"Okay."

"It's nice seeing you, Tony."

"Thanks…"

Scene Change

Tony's sitting on a chair in his lab, frowning as he spun a little ways before halting.

"…Jarvis? You up?"

"For you, sir, always."

"Well, isn't he modest."

"I'd like to open a new project file, index as Mark Two."

"Shall I store this on the Stark Industries Central Database?"

"Actually, I don't know who to trust right now. Till further notice, why don't we just keep everything on my private server?"

"Working on a secret project, are we, sir?"

"I don't want this winding up in the wrong hands…Maybe in mine, it can actually do some good."

Scene Change.

They're working on a recognizable bit of metal, Tony working on the circuits while one of his robots is close to him, working next to him quickly.

"Next. Up…Not in the boot, Dummy. Right here, you got me? Stay put…nice." Tony muttered, working on different areas while the robot attempted to stay in the same range of speed.

"You're of no benefit at all, move down to the toe, I got this." Tony noticed Dummy straining to help on the side and took his place, working at a rather tricky spot while Dummy worked further down, eventually running into each other.

"Okay, I'm sorry, am I in your way? Up…Screw it, don't even more…you are a tragedy." Tony stated, moving around the metal arm in an affectionate way as he continued to work on the boot, Dummy chirping next to him.

Scene change.

Tony's walking out on a square platform, the boots making loud clanking noises as he walked out, looking at the camera filming.

"Okay, let's do this right…Start mark, half a meter, and back and center. Dummy, look alive, you're on standby for fire safety." Tony mentioned, glancing at said robot which enthusiastically lifted the fire extinguisher.

"You, roll it…okay, activate hand controls. We're gonna' start off nice and easy. We're gonna see if 10% thrust capacity achieves lift. And three…two…"

"he's going to mess up so bad." Clint sniggered, Natasha not hitting him as her own lip twitched, awaiting the disaster to surely come.

"One."

Tony is propelled upwards, colliding loudly with the cement barrier before falling down out of sight with another loud crack. Dummy wastes no time before turning and dousing the area Tony just fell into with thick white foam, chirping happily.

It was silent for a total of two seconds before Clint fell off the couch, landing on his previous spot with his face pressed into the carpet to hide his near violent laughter. Then Natasha falls prey to the humorous aspect, laughing and infecting Bruce and Thor with the horrible sound.

Steve watched, chuckling lightly under his breath as he shows up on the platform again, ready to attempt again looking somewhat disgruntled, and the beginning of a bruise on his forehead.

Scene Change.

Tony's sitting at a desk, the beginning of a flight stabilizer on his hand with wires snaking their way up his arm in an odd design as they could hear loud clicking of heels on tile.

"I've been buzzing you. Did you hear the intercom?"

"Yeah, everything's…what?" Tony blinked, noticing her disapproving frown as she looks at him, he blinks, not understanding in the slightest.

"Obadiah's upstairs."

"Great!"

"What would you like me to tell him?"

"Great, I'll be up in a bit." He shrugged off, tweaking two wires while Pepper sighed, not turning away as curiosity overtook her.

"I thought you said you were done making weapons."

"It isn't." He inserted before she could rant, and she lifted one eyebrow as he lifted his arm as if to test it.

"This is a flight stabilizer. It's completely harmle-"

The repulse glows before sending off a high energy blast, sending chunks and things from the table high into the air and knocking Tony off his stool into the wall, blinking in surprise.

Pepper looks at him in shock, hands pressed over her ears.

By this point, Clint was near tears with laughter.

"That woman deserves a medal." Steve mumbles and Natasha resorts to smacking Clint with a pillow to silence him.

Scene Change.

"How'd it go?" Tony asked, walking up the stairs and looking at Obadiah who played the piano without a care, looking away without responding.

"It went that bad, huh?"

"Just because I brought pizza back from New York, doesn't mean it went bad."

"Sure it doesn't. Oh boy."

Tony rolled his eyes, flopping onto the couch and taking a slice.

"It would have done better if you were there." Obadiah adds, getting up from the piano to sit next to him.

"You told me to lay low. That's what I've been doing. I lay low and you take care of all…"

"Hey, come on. In public, the press. This was a board of directors meeting."

"This was a board of directors meeting?"

"The board is claiming you have posttraumatic stress…they're filling an injunction."

"A what?"

"They want to lock you out."

"Harsh." Clint winced, and the others said nothing.

"Why, 'cause the stocks dipped 40 points? We knew that was gonna happen."

"Fifty-six and a half."

"It doesn't matter. We own the controlling interest in the company."

"Tony, the board has rights, too. They're making the case that you and your new direction isn't in the company's best interest."

"I'm being responsible!"

"That's a new direction for me, for the company. I mean, me on the company's behalf being responsible for the way that…" Obadiah awkwardly stated, trying to fix his slip up.

"This is great." Tony scowled, flopping back onto the couch.

"Oh, come on Tony. Tony…" Obadiah groaned, Tony getting up and stalking towards the stairs.

"I'll be in the shop."

"Hey, hey! Tony listen! I'm trying to turn this thing around, but you gotta give me something. Something to pitch them. Let me have the engineers analyze that, you know, draw up some specs." Obadiah nodded to the reactor, in which Tony's expression turned icy.

"No. No, absolutely not."

"It'll give me a bone to throw the boys in New York!"

"This one stays with me. That's it, Obie. Forget it."

"All right, well, this stays with me, then." Obadiah scowled, stealing the rest of the pizza before sighing and opening it out towards Tony.

"Go on, here, you can have a piece- take two."

"Thank you."

"You mind if I come down there and see what you're working on?"

"Good night, Obie."

Scene change.

Tony's back on the test platform, the newly built repulsors on his arm add to the bulky appearance as he awkwardly readies himself, looking around before focusing on the camera again.

"Day 11, test 37, configuration 2.0. For lack of a better option, Dummy is still on fire safety, if you douse me again, and I'm not on fire, I'm donating you to a city college."

Tony warned, said robot looking down sheepishly as Tony exhaled loudly, reading himself.

"All right…nice and easy…seriously, just gonna start off with 1% thrust capacity."

"Makes you wonder how fast he'd slam into a wall at 50%." Clint mused, ducking from the hit.

"And…three, two, one…" He hovered, waving arms to stabilize him as he dropped back down hard on the platform, glancing at the excited Dummy.

"Please don't follow me around with it, either. 'Cause I feel like I'm gonna catch on fire spontaneously…Just stand down! If something happens, then come in. And again, let's bring it up to 2.5%." He sighed, turning and glancing at the camera before taking deep breaths.

"And- three…two…one…"

Tony exhaled as he was propelled into the air, twisting and unwantingly slid towards the exit ramp, and he twisted, trying to stay away.

"Okay, this is where I don't want to be!" Tony yelped, wincing as he drifted above his row of sports cars, blasters just licking the paint job.

"Not the car- not the car! Table!" He cried out, a slightly manic grin on his face as he blasted above the table, papers and others things on his desk fly away.

"Could be worse! Could be worse! We're fine! Okay." Tony sighed as he moved over You who rotated to watch as Tony moved by the landing platform, circling before dropping heavily with a thud, taking another step to regain his balance.

"No!" He cried, watching Dummy who was near pressing the button, and he sighed in relief as his robot looked away sheepishly.

"Yeah, I can fly."

Scene Change.

Tony is standing on a platform while robots bustle around him, tugging and securing a suit as it set itself on him, more buttons and locks then what they were used to.

"Jarvis? Are you there?"

"At your service, sir."

"Engage heads up display…check, Import all preferences from home interface."

"Will do, sir."

"What's that mean?" Steve asked with a frown as Tony observed the room with Jarvis' information glowing on the screen.

"He's loading Jarvis onto the suit- so he has information about anything he sees." Bruce offered, watching intently.

"All right, what do you say?"

"I have indeed been uploaded, sir. We're online and ready."

"Can we start the virtual walk-around?"

"Importing preferences and calibrating virtual environment."

"Do a check on control surfaces."

"As you wish…Test complete. Preparing to power down and begin diagnostics."

"Oh no…" Bruce groaned, running his hand through his hair in alarm.

"Yeah, tell you what. Do a weather and ATC check. Start listening in on ground control."

"Sir, there are still terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is-"

"Jarvis! Sometimes you got to run, before you can walk."

"…What? That makes literally no sen- Ouch! Natasha the next time you get me I'm dismantling your gun- Ouch! Dam- ow! Stop it!"

"Ready in three, two one."

Tony blasts forward, shouting in joy as he shoots out of the exit ramp, a rush of speed and yellow light following him.

He laughs, sweeping across the sky and Jarvis zooming in on the pier, locking onto two children who drop their ice cream in shock, watching him.

"You know- this Iron Man theme song, it isn't half bad." Bruce mused, Clint nodding while warily watching Natasha who was clutching her new weapon as she had discarded the pillow- a popcorn bowl.

"All right, let's see what this thing can do. What's SR-71's record?"

"The altitude record for fined wing flight is 85,000 feet, sir."

"Records are made to be broken! Come on!'

"NO! At that height the ice buildup is too much for any cra- damn it Stark!" Clint shouted in frustration as he blasted into the sky, ice thinly layering on him before the screen flashed red.

"Sir, there is a potentially fatal buildup of ice occurring."

"Keep going!"

"How is it, that Friend Tony has not fallen victim to his many foolish quests?" Thor asked in alarm as Tony continued to push upwards.

"We iced up, Jarvis! Deploy flaps! Jarvis! Come on- we got to break the ice!" Tony shouts, looking at the flickering screen before grabbing a lever on his side and twisting it, manually opening the flaps and regaining power, just saving himself from smashing into the sky while he shouts in joy, theme song loud.

He moved, circling over a landing pad at his house.

"Kill power."

He dropped, maybe a little too hard- falling through the ground, smashing into the grand piano and into a Shelby car in his lab, Dummy spinning around, staring before setting off his fire extinguisher.

Scene Change.

Tony is walking through his lab, wincing with an icepack to his head before flopping onto his desk, spotting a small package on his desk wrapped in brown paper with his name, written in Pepper's handwriting.

"A gift?" Thor asked with a frown, tilting his head as Tony pulls it apart, a smile stretching on his face as he sees a glass case with the old Reactor in it, with a delicate engraving on it stating 'Proof Tony Stark has a Heart.'

"I recognize that." Steve mentioned, the others looking at him in confusion.

"Well- err, Tony was in his room…and Fury really wanted the report, so I shoved him out of his bed, and that was on the side table- only thing in the room." Steve shrugged, before each stilled slightly, swallowing a small sense of guilt.

Maybe that was the only gift Tony ever got?

Scene Change

The sands of Afghanistan, people bustling around, pulling out chunks of metal, piecing together something large…

"No! They're remaking the suit!" Bruce shouted, jumping up but already the scene had shifted to Tony, sitting in his lab already, frowning and looking at blueprints.

"Notes, main transducer feels sluggish at plus 40 altitude. Hull pressurization is problematic, I'm thinking icing is the probable factor."

"A very astute observation, sir. Perhaps, if you intend to visit other planets, we should improve the ecosystems."

"Cheeky…"

"Connect to the sys. Co. Have it reconfigure the shell metals. Use the titanium alloy from the seraphim tactical satellite. That should ensure fuselage integrity while maintaining power-to-weight ratio. Got it?"

"Yes, shall I render using proposed specifications?"

"Thrill me." Tony shrugged, rolling around and glancing at the TV, looking at the report for once.

"Heh- Twilight zone. Watching TV watching T- Ouch! Natasha! That is not plasti- Ow!'

Tony frowned, taking a sip from his drink in one hand while exposing an ice pack strapped to his left bicep.

"Tonight's red-hot carpet is right here at the Disney Concert Hall, where Tony Stark's third annual benefit for the firefighter's family fund has become the place to be for L.A.'s high society."

"Jarvis, we get an invite for that?"

"I have no record of an invitation, sir." This caused Tony to frown and watch more closely as the woman continued on.

"…Hasn't been seen in public since his bizarre and highly controversial press conference. Some claim he's suffering from Posttraumatic stress, and has been bedridden for weeks. Whatever the case may be, no one expects an appearance from him tonight."

"They just jinxed it." Clint deadpanned, ignoring Steve's smile and Thor's confused look.

"The render is complete." Jarvis informs as Tony takes another sip of his drink.

Tony looks over at one of his cars, smiling at the flame paint and then looked back at the suit.

"Tell you what, throw a little hot-rod red in there.'

"Yes, that should help you keep a low profile…the render is complete." Jarvis offers, projecting a screen model in which Tony nodded to.

"Hey, I like it. Fabricate it, paint it."

"Commencing automated assembly. Estimated completion time is five hours."

"Don't wait up for me, honey." Tony smirked, getting up and walking out.

"to the party!" Clint shouted, yelping as the bowl collided thickly with his arm.

"God- what is that thing made out of!" Clint whimpered as Natasha smirked, tapping her nails against the obnoxiously painted red and gold bowl.

"Leftover titanium-gold alloy." Bruce offered, blushing at the stares- "Tony kept breaking the glass ones when he was drunk."

"Titanium-gold alloy? How hard is that, lima bean?" Clint moaned, and Natasha grew a wicked smirk on her face.

"it's what his suits made out of."

"…Oh god, kill me now. Anything is better than a bored assassin with an Iron Man bowl- OW!"

Hah! Hoped you like it! Next i'll update Underrate Risk's or post maybe a few challenges, you know, the usual.

Review! Please!

(Tell me your theories on how the disk appeared in the first place, lets see if any of you are thinking what i'm planning. :) )