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After dad went back to Malibu he fixed the magnet inside his chest and had Pepper help him install the new reactor. Apparently, the look on her face when he almost went into cardiac arrest and accidentally yanked out the old electromagnet was priceless. The poor woman does not get paid enough to deal with dad's antics.

Rhodey was still in the dark about dad's plans. I asked dad why he hadn't told his best friend.

"Dad why don't you tell Rhodey about the suit." I said over the phone. I was in the lab packing up the last things before my flight the next day. Dad was in his lab in Malibu working on the flight stabilizers.

"I considered it hell I almost did. Then I realized Rhodey answers to a chain of command that personally benefits from me returning to the weapons business." He says while placing a circuit on the palm of his hand. "Telling him would make him have to choose between his friend and his life's work. That and I may or may not have embarrassed him while he was teaching some recruits and he's a little mad that some of them actually believed me."

"Spring Break?" I ask with a smirk.

"Yeah," He says with a chuckle. "Well they are just about ready. Time to try them out."

"Are you going outside?"

"Nah, the work shop is big enough why go all the way out there?" He says as he steps up to the platform.

The phone is on speaker and I can hear dad fighting with his robots. After about five tries and a lot of painful groans the only thing I can hear is the fire extinguisher being used. "Everything okay over there?"

I hear a grunt before dad answers, "Yeah, a few scrapes nothing major. Its nothing compared to what's going to happen to dummy if he douses me again and I'm not on fire."

I chuckle. "You ready for tomorrow?"

"Yeah I'm all packed up. The boxes have been sent to the apartment. All I need to do know is show up and set the place up." I hear someone talking to dad. I'm guessing its Pepper since I doubt anyone else would dare to interrupt his science time.

"Hey kid, got to go. Obie just showed up and apparently there's pizza involved so this might take a while. Text me when you land."

"Will do, night Dad." And with that I hung up.

The next few days were pretty boring. Dad focused on putting the suit together and investigating who was dealing under the table at Stark Industries. I was settling into my new apartment and going to orientation before the official start of class the following week.

Dad finally managed to calibrate the flight stabilizers to the right force although not before he ruined his favorite hot rod. Well you win some you lose some. I had just gotten home from dinner with some friends at MIT when I got a call from dad.

"Hey dad, you have good timing I just walked in to the apartment."

"Hey kid, go on your computer I'm sending you a live feed."

"Live feed of what?"

"You'll see."

I power up my laptop and go to my private messenger app dad set up for us to talk. Its run through Jarvis' mainframe so only we could use it. As soon as the app powers up the only thing I could see was the Los Angeles skyline at night. All the lights of the city and the cars on the freeway. "Wow that's a great view. Did you get this from a plane or helicopter?"

"Yeah, no this is what I'm seeing from the suit."

"What do you mean this is what you're seeing? I thought you said the suit still needed to be tested and flight patterns analyzed and added to the programming"

"Well like I told Jarvis sometimes you have to run before you can walk." He said confidently.

"Well I'm happy its working just don't go up too high we haven't worked out-" He interrupts me to ask Jarvis:

"What's SR-71's record?"

And of course Jarvis ever so obediently responds, "The altitude record for fixed wing flight is 85,000 feet, sir"

Oh I know what he's thinking. "Dad don't do it. The suit works, it can fly you can take it back to the lab. We still haven't really worked on the-"

"Nora, Records are made to be broken! Come on!" he shouts.

"Exosystems…" Its like talking to a toddler sometime you tell him not to do something and that's the first thing he does.

"Whoa" Is all I hear before the call cuts out and I start freaking out.

"Jarvis, what's going on? Why did the call cut off?"

"It seems Sir forgot to account for potential ice build up."

"What?!" Oh shit. That means flight systems are going to stop functioning and… Oh no. "Jarvis get him back on the line."

It feels like forever before I hear dad say, "That was fun."

"You call almost crash landing fun." I say letting out a deep breath.

"It's a trial run stuff like this happens. Notes: Main transducer feels sluggish at plus 40 altitude. Hull pressurization is problematic. I'm thinking icing is the probable factor."

"You think?" I respond sarcastically.

"I think the gold titanium alloy should solve that last problem. What do you think Nora?"

"What besides the fact that I think I just aged ten years and almost had a heart attack? The gold titanium alloy should maintain the power to weight ratio."

He flies back to the mansion and has Jarvis render an image with the new specifications. "Looks good but its missing something. Add a bit of hot rod red in there."

"That's a bit flashy don't you think?" I say.

"No its more, me? Fabricate it, Paint it." I can hear a news report in the background about some gala. "Estimated completion time is five hours."

"Hey Jarvis did we get an invite to that?"

"I have no record of an invitation, sir."

I let out a yawn. Dad gets up and says, "Going out. Don't wait up for me, Honey." Before I can answer he ends the call. Oh well he's been stuck in the lab for week, its about time he socializes with someone other than Jarvis and me. I let out another yawn and head to my room to get some sleep.

At about three am, my phone starts ringing. I wake up startled and mad. Who dares to wake me up at this ungodly hour? I look at the caller ID and see its dad. I answer the phone with an angry "WHAT?"

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty. Its time to start cleaning up the streets of Gulmira."

"Where the hell is Gulmira?" I retort.

"Lovely little town in the Kandahar region of Afghanistan."

I hear wind blowing in the speaker and something that sounds like an engine "Are you on a plane there?"

"No, but I am flying." That's when I realize he's in the suit.

"Did you at least let the paint dry?"

"Of course I let it air dry. When you're flying at Mach 3 paint dries really fast." He retorts.

I chuckle. "I'll start hacking satellites and scan the area so you don't go in blind." But not before I set up the coffee maker.

"So I think I figured out who's dealing under the table." He says.

"Really, that was fast." I say before I let out another yawn.

"Apparently Obie filed an injunction against me. You were right the longer the weapons division was closed the more pressure they would feel. He's starting to show his true colors."

"You got any proof?"

"Still working on that little detail."

I hack into the Strategic Homeland Intervention… Okay lets just call it SHIELD. I hacked into Shield's database and repositioned their satellite again. I made sure Jarvis scrambled the signal again. I got the images and sent them to dad. "Looks like they're storing an arsenal in the town." I tell dad.

"Let me guess all Stark Weapons?" He asks already knowing the answer.

"Yup. That's not all looks like they have hostages."

"Well that just complicates things."

"Are you sure about this?" I start to feel anxious. This is real. No more planning. The real deal.

"No going back now" He responds.

"No going back." I say. Maybe this is what they felt before going into a fight. Maybe this is how Steve felt when he crashed the plane into the ocean. Here goes nothing.