"Do we get to see any action yet?" Clint whines.

I pat him on the head patronizingly. "Hold your horses, birdbrain, action's coming soon enough. Just more testing first."

He groans as I peck him on the cheek. "It's not that bad."

A~A~A

Taylor is shown with all-silver parts of the armor on and hand controls in her hands. "Please tell me we're going with less power this time."

"Yeah." Tony shifts the camera in his hand. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be. Let's do this."

"Okay. Day 11, test 37, configuration 2.0. For lack of a better option, Dummy is still on fire safety. lf you douse something that isn't on fire, I'm donating you to a city college."

Dummy beeps meekly.

"All right, nice and easy. Seriously, Taylor, you're just gonna start off with 1% thrust capacity. And three, two, one…"

Taylor flicks a few switches, lifting off a few feet into the air before being set back down again.

She pump a steel braced fist into the air. "Yeah!" She turns to Dummy, who's tailing her closely with the fire extinguisher. "Okay, seriously, don't follow me around with that, I feel like I'm going to spontaneously catch on fire. Just stand down! lf something happens, then come in."

"Alright!" Tony calls. "Let's do it again. This time bring it up to 2.5. Three, two, one."

Taylor hovers higher this time and begins floating towards Tony's sports cars. "Okay, this is where I don't want to be! Not the car, not the car! Yikes! Table!"

Taylor fumbles with the hand controls for a minute, eventually ending up back where she started.

She stands stock still for a moment, studying her feet, before looking up at her dad with awe in her eyes and voice. "I can fly."

The memory changes to show robots putting all-silver versions of the Iron Man armors on both of them.

"Jarvis, are you there?" Tony calls out as his torso gets covered.

"At your service, Sir, ma'am."

"Engage Heads Up Display." Tony orders.

"Check."

"Import all preferences from home interface." Taylor calls over.

"Will do, ma'am."

The memory switches to look like the inside of the helmets as Tony looks around the workshop using the holoscreens Jarvis showing details of every object as it is seen.

"Well that's cool." Clint says simply. "That's how you see the world?"

"Yep. Pretty cool, isn't it?"

Taylor's face pops up in the corner of the screen. "This is so cool! All right, what do you say?"

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

Both give a small cheer.

"Can we start the virtual walk-around?" Tony tips his head slightly.

"Importing preferences and calibrating virtual environment."

"Do a check on control surfaces." Taylor commands.

"As you wish." Jarvis moves and tests all the joints and hinges of the suits. "Test complete. Preparing to power down and begin diagnostics."

"Err, yeah." Tony looks at Taylor on the holoscreen. "Hey, you want to take a test drive?"

"You bet I do! Jarvis, do a weather and ATC check. Start listening in on ground control."

"Sir, ma'am, there are still terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is-" Jarvis starts to protest, but Tony cuts him off.

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

"I have no idea what that means, but I'm still in!"

"Ready? In three, two, one."

Tony and Taylor both fire up their suits, taking off up the car ramp with Tony in the lead and Taylor following soon after.

"This is awesome!" Taylor laughs as she chases her dad around the sky.

"Handles like a dream." Tony comments, a spark showing in his eyes. "Does anyone know what SR-71's record is?"

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

"Does this count as fixed wing?" Taylor wonders. "I mean, we don't have wings…"

"I don't know, good point…" Tony pauses. "But records are made to be broken! Come on!"

Tony rockets up, Taylor following a few feet behind.

"Dad-"

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

"Keep going! Higher!"

Ice starts to form on Tony's armor, and he starts to fall.

Taylor, a few feet lower than her dad and therefore less iced, immediately dives to a safer level and watches her dad fall, ready to swoop in if need be.

"Arrgghh!" Tony groans, "We iced up, Jarvis... Deploy flaps! Jarvis! Come on, we got to break the ice!"

Jarvis doesn't respond, so Tony reaches for the manual releases and deploys the flaps himself, shattering the ice and brining Jarvis back online.

"Dad, you're about to go splat! Pull up!"

Tony flips and just barely misses the ground, rocketing back up and heading home.

Once over the roof of the house, Taylor and Tony hover for a minute.

"Kill power."

They both plummet and fall through the roof, Tony falling onto a piano in the living room and Taylor a TV, both falling through the living room floor and onto cars below.

Where Dummy is waiting to spray them both with the fire extinguisher.

"Dummy, stop." Tony groans as he reaches up to flip open his face mask. "Taylor, are you okay?"

Taylor groans as she pulls herself up next to him. "Sore. Incredibly sore, but fine."

Tony and Taylor are shown limping through the workshop; Tony with an ice pack resting against his head, Taylor with one on her ribs.

Tony stops when he spots a brown paper wrapped package sitting on his desk. He ever so cautiously unwarps it to reveal the first reactor, the one he told Taylor to destroy, in a glass box and engraved with the words 'Proof Tony Stark has (Somewhat) of a Heart'.

He looks up at Taylor who has her feet kicked up on her desk and looks to be studying the holograms in front of her, but Tony knows better.

"Why didn't you keep this? To study or something?"

She shrugs. "You need it more."

A~A~A

"Aww, sentiment." Clint coos, earning a soft elbow in the ribs. "Ow! But that was still cute."

I just shrug. "Well, hey, we know the suit's working. This was essentially when Iron Beta, not yet named, was locked into existence."

"When did you get the cool paint jobs?" Bruce asks curiously.

I tilt my head thoughtfully. "Um…next memory, I think…at least, that's when we decide on colors."

"Cool." Bruce nods. "Looking forward to seeing your thought process there."

I blink, surprised. "There wasn't much thought on my dad's side, just structural integrity and a car."

"Now I'm even more curious."

"Alrighty then. Whatever float your boat."