Healing the third degree burn on my forearm with magic took a lot of concentration. The biggest roadblock ended up being me having to ignore the horrible pain that pulsed through my arm every time my heart beat. I needed to fall into a certain relaxed state of mind so I could feel the magic coursing through my body. The pain made it hard to concentrate.

After laying on my bed for half an hour I finally reached my meditative state. It felt warm as it flowed through my body; as if all my veins rose in temperature. I followed the flow to where some of the veins were damaged by the metal man's pure energy. Reconstructing the veins took careful concentration. If I messed anything up it could hurt me in the future.

I came out of my trance when my magic flowed through my arm freely. With the burn it moved sporadically across the burned area, but now it had no obstacles in its way. Opening my eyes tiredly I looked down at my arm to see the pale, uncharred skin. I fell into a peaceful sleep within a minute afterwards.

Since college was already in session I was too distracted to think about the metal man. Working in a classroom environment distracted me from thinking about the metal man I ran (technically flew) into the night before. Healing my burned arm saved me from any unanswerable questions Jessica surely would've asked. Since it was my arm I could see white marks left over by the burns, but other people wouldn't see them.

Sitting in my apartment I would mull over the encounter while working on my hover board. I didn't know where it came from or where it went. Just in case I turned on the news to see if anyone saw anything, but the metal man was never mentioned.

I felt pretty certain someone was inside the suit, but the fact there were two voices threw me for a loop. The man who demanded an explanation on how I could fly seemed like the more probable option. I didn't know the man's identity, and the British voice was the one that confused me. If the American was in the suit where was the British guy?Jarvis was what the metal man called him. I wondered if Jarvis controlled the suit, but then why would someone be inside of it? Thinking too hard on it gave me headaches. To avoid the pain in the future I decided the American was in the metal suit and he had his friend Jarvis on speaker phone.

With my mind on the matter settled I could put all of my focus on finishing my hover board. Sometimes my mind would wander and I would ponder about the man in the suit. My curiosity wouldn't be sated until I knew the man's identity. Unfortunately I had no leads to even attempt to discover who he was, so I left it as speculation.

I could have worried about the man telling someone about me. Even on the internet this world has I couldn't find anyone who wields magic like me, so who knows how people would react to my abilities. Thankfully I put on the cloak to hide my face. My identity would at least be secret. Even then I had yet to see anything on the news about an encounter with me.

Jessica didn't know about my magic. We talked occasionally, but we aren't as close now as we were our freshman year. Now a days the only person I felt close to was Virginia Potts. Weird considering she's my boss. Now that Tony Stark was back Pepper seemed a lot happier.

I finally–finally–finished my hover board one Sunday evening. I stood on it with a wide grin on my face. There were indents on the top side in the shape of feet that I would stand on. The board was weight sensitive, so when I got on it rose six inches off the floor. Looking down I could see the reflection of white light that emitted from the bottom of the board. It ran on the same energy as the light saber.

A red button beside the inside of my right foot turned on a second engine. Clear plastic tubes came from the tip of one end and traveled down the sides of the board. When I pressed the red button white energy shot through the tubes. It only extended an inch from the ends of the tubes. Even with that minimal power the board jerked forward, almost making me fall off.

To get used to the feel of flying a hover board I did several laps through the living room and kitchen. Every time I felt comfortable on the board I would press one of two buttons on the outside of my right foot. One increased the energy power, making me go faster. The other would slow it down, but right then I felt comfortable cruising through the apartment.

A blue and green button beside my left foot controlled the energy at the bottom of the board. Pressing the blue increases the power and makes the board rise higher, the green decreases power so the board goes down.

Holding down the blue button sent me above the couch. I flew all over the room without having to worry about obstacles.

The thought of flying way high in the sky appealed to me greatly. Up there I won't have a single obstacle.

Slowing down the board I drifted into my bedroom. I stopped it in front of the sliding glass door so I could open it. Once open I got onto the balcony where I rose higher into the air and increased my speed.

Flying to me was synonymous to freedom. Adding the hover board didn't change that. There was one almost fall, but I stabled myself and kept cruising through the sky. It felt different from flying without any help. Just using my magic felt a lot better, but it was nice to know I could create something like this with my bare hands and the knowledge I've learned.

Everything would be fine until I heard an odd sound coming from behind me. Being so high up I thought it might have been a plane. Instead when I turned around I saw a small object hurtling towards me at an amazing speed. I yelled while dodging to the side.

The board beneath my feet flew out from underneath me. Without my weight the energy turned off and it began plummeting to the ocean below. I followed immediately after it with a startled scream. My magic flared out, manipulating the air around me and halting my fall.

Breathing a sigh of relief I looked over to see the object coming back towards me. Righting myself I stared at the object and waited until the right moment. As it got closer I realized I knew what the object was.

The metal man.

Like our last encounter I summoned a purple cloak to cover my face. The heat made me decide against black.

I got ready to move out of the metal man's way when he suddenly started slowing down. He tilted into an upright position and drifted forward until he came to a stop. I froze in place while he slowly moved his limbs around to make sure he wouldn't move too far in one direction.

"I managed to think I dreamed you up."

My eyebrows rose at the voice. It was a lot deeper than I remembered. Maybe it was a different man? "Your suit is different," I noted absently.

"No, seriously, how are you flying right now? Boot thrusters? JARVIS scan."

Either a different man who knew Jarvis or the same guy who managed to change his voice. "My scanners detect no source of technology on her person."

"Wrong. Scan again."

I held up my hands. "I'm sorry, but my our British friend is right. I'm…"I bit my lip uncertainly before deciding it wouldn't matter if I told him, "…flying on my own. I had a hover board earlier, but it's probably in the ocean now." A pang of loss made my heart ache. It may have just been an object, but I put a lot of time an effort into it.

"A hover board?" The guy was spluttering in his disbelief. "How–those don't even exist! And you can't be flying on your own. It's not possible."

I scoffed. "I'll have you know I built that hover board myself, and now because of you its sunk to the bottom of the ocean." Irritated I drifted closer to him, leaning my body forward slightly so our faces would be closer together. At least they would've been if he hadn't moved backwards. "And why can't I fly by myself? I'm obviously flying and there's nothing but my own skills keeping me from falling."

The metal man remained still. His gold mask had glowing eyes that I forced myself not to look away from.

"You made a hover board?"

I rose an eyebrow. "You made a suit to fly around in, and you're impressed by a hover board?"

He pointed a red metal finger at me. "Touché."

Now that I was really looking at him I noticed how imperfect the metal looked. Scratches and dents, and small holes maybe a centimeter in diameter. "What happened to you?"

He waved his hand. "Really not important right now. Tell me how you're flying without any devices keeping you up."

"I'm not so sure that's important right now. Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, and it's definitely important."

There was no reason for me to feel so worried. The man couldn't see my face, so if I told him about magic he wouldn't be able to connect it with me. He wouldn't be able to find out my identity later on. How would he be able to find me in this city anyway? "Magic, of course."

A moment paused before the man snorted. "You're trying to tell me you're the real Gandalf? Not buying it."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't know who Gandalf is, but if me flying is still somehow not enough to convince you," holding out my hand, palm up, I made the particles above my hand vibrate faster until a flam flickered into existence. For extra flare I made it larger and shaped the flames into a horse. I directed it to gallop around the metal man, who spun in a circle to never take his eyes away from the fire.

"JARVIS scan."

A moment later, "There are no abnormalities regarding the fire, sir. Nothing is here to keep it going yet it hasn't gone out."

Smiling behind the safety of the cloaks hood I twitched my fingers and the fire turned to water. The man dropped a few feet with a startled yelp. "Oh!" The horse disappeared. "I'm sorry, should I have warned you?"

I heard the man muttering to himself. "Impossible. Nothing can change a chemical make-up in the blink of an eye."

"I'll have to explain it all another day." With the man occupying himself I turned and started flying in the direction of my apartment.

A whine from behind me made me look back just isn't time to see the man grab onto my ankle. "No way are you going anywhere now. You can't just show somebody something like that and leave them hanging!"

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I have to get to work." I did feel a little apologetic, but I had the night shift that night. I couldn't call Ms. Potts and say a man in a metal suit won't let me go because he wants to know more about magic. "Another time?"

"But–you–magic?–this is–"

"Sir." The British voice interrupted him. "This may be for the best. The suit is currently reaching dangerous levels. Much longer without repair and we'll drop to the ocean."

I pulled my leg from the metal man's grip. "I'm willing to meet up with you again if you are."

"Uh, hell yeah we're meeting again. Don't worry about the time or day. Just watch the sky for any sign of me." With that the red and gold suit turned in the opposite direction at a speed I could only wish to reach.