Katya dumped her bag at the door of the lab and scampered over to do so. A heavy part of her tried to drag her down, and tell her this was wrong- but it was quickly outweighed by the excitement of her plan taking hold.
She undressed quickly, then slipped the suit off of the mannequin- a little more difficult to do than she thought, as it was so skin tight and the stupid sleeves were bunching around the mannquine's hands, why did it even have hands- but soon she'd gotten it on and couldn't fight down the sudden rush of power and awe that came over her.
This is wrong. You shouldn't like this feeling. This isn't okay.
The suit molded perfectly to her body and, scanning it with her fingertips, she could feel all the little creases and seams where things were seemingly concealed. Tony spun around on his workbench. "Go ahead, start pressing shit."
So she did. There were seams by her ankles that, when pressed, opened to reveal a slim pocket stashed with throwing stars, and at her other ankle there was a holster for a butterfly knife. Tony watched in bemusement as her hand hesitated over it.
"Don't think I don't know you keep that thing in your shoe. We have x rays in and out of all the entrances to this building."
Katya felt her face flood red, sheepish. Though she technically wasn't wearing any shoes, the suit's sturdy grip on the floor and the lightweight feel to the whole thing made her want to go for a sprint.
Tony'd walked over to her by then. "It's flame retardant and has Kevlar bullet resistance, which will help with knife cuts, too. You've got grappling hooks on both sides, and I took the liberty of transferring the electric and energy capabilities from your gauntlet onto the left wrist- " he pointed to another groove in the suit's weaving - "shaped a little different, but does the same job." He then grabbed her other hand- the one she'd just taken the tracker off of to try the suit on- and pointed to a button on the wrist underneath the thumb. "This throws spikes, which you can charge with electricity by pressing this option-" he ran his hands over a series of flat, smooth buttons that surrounded her wrist almost as if it were a skin tight bracelet- "Tear gas here, paralytic neurotoxins here, and a neurotech shield comes from here if you press that too. That's one's still a little experimental, but-" he pressed it and a circular, holographic shield materialized between the two of them. Katya would've taken a step back had she not been expecting it. She flicked at it with her fingers- though translucent, it was a sturdy as anything.
"And then this-" Tony tugged the hood over her head- it didn't cover her face, it wasn't a mask, yet an interface dropped down anyway, much like Peter's "Is your AI and comms system."
"Good Evening, Katya Myshkova" An AI told her for the second time that night, but she was delighted to hear the man's voice it took on speak to her in Russian.
"Dobriy Vecher to you, too." She said, smiling. She could see Tony smile back, tinged green through her interface.
"I thought you'd like that. There's a language toggle there of course, just in case, between anything you can think of-" as he spoke her interface showed her a drop down list of hundreds or languages, all written in their native alphabet. "I couldn't remember which ones you speak so I just stuck them all in, and it works as a translator, too. The entire AI is done through voice command, so I suspect you'll be making good friends with it."
Katya wasn't sure what to say. "Tony, I-"
He held his hands up to her, "No need to thank me. I've been waiting to make this suit for you for a while- just been waiting for you to want it." That twisted Katya's gut a little, and the voice in the back of her head kept rattling off reasons why this was not okay, but she kept it as dampened as she could. She only had one qualm with the design itself.
"I was actually going to say that I love the AI, but this-" she tugged at the edge of her hood, emphasizing the extra fabric, "could be a liability. You know, it could-" she pulled the hood down and wrapped it around her own neck. Someone who wanted to choke her easily could.
"Yeah, I'd been thinking about that too, which is why we can just-" Tony reached forward to the back of her hood and unclipped it from two small snaps at the back of her neck. "Do this, and then-" he took the hood over to a different touchscreen desk than the one he'd been working on, where a pair of glasses very similar to his own lay, but tinged green. He used one of the clips, which apparently must have been a USB of some kind, to plug into a miniscule port in the frame of the glasses. The pair of them waited for a moment until the lenses lit up. He unplugged the hood and brought her the glasses. "Try these on."
She did, and the same interface she'd gotten from the hood sprang across her vision. "Priviet?" she called to the AI cautiously, who greeted her again, still there in full functionality. "Whoa."
Tony allowed himself a self-satisfied smile. "So, all good?"
She nodded hurriedly. This was amazing. "Yeah," she said, almost breathless with excitement. "All good."
"Now there's a tracker in there and don't you think about removing it, because if I'm going to let you go alone I gotta at least know where you are."
"Yeah, sure, no, of course," Katya fumbled her words, still ogling at the suit. "This easily takes the risk down to three, by the way. Maybe even two."
"Don't get cocky."
"I"m not. I was counting on taking her in plain clothes, but this-" she gestured to herself, but wasn't sure how to finish her sentence. She felt impenetrable.
Tony nodded and clapped a hand on your shoulder. "Well you're very welcome." He made to return to what it was he'd been doing before she got there, casually throwing over his shoulder, "You should do some practicing with it first. Gym's always yours."