Chapter 5: Test Flight
November 16, 2005 – Wednesday
In the weeks since Tony's offer, Willow had settled into her new job at Stark Industries with fervor. At night, when Willow didn't go out on patrol with Faith, she poured her heart and soul into her work alongside Tony and Faith on their project.
Tony, immersed in the process of testing the prototype gauntlet they had devised, was in his element. With a mix of excitement and determination, he carefully clipped the gauntlet wires to the bandolier, extending his arm with a sense of anticipation. His eyes gleamed with a childlike wonder as he aimed it at the first thing that caught his eye—a toolbox.
A small raised circle set into the palm of the gauntlet began to glow, casting an eerie, futuristic light across Tony's face. It then emitted a controlled burst of Repulsor rays, showcasing the culmination of their hard work and innovation. Despite his genius, even Tony couldn't defy the fundamental laws of action and reaction, and he felt the gauntlet absorb the kickback of the rays. The toolbox, unfortunately, paid the price, tipping over and sending wrenches clattering across the floor.
But as the trio was lost in their moment of invention, Pepper's voice abruptly shattered the concentrated atmosphere, startling them all. Her presence was like a sudden gust of reality in the room, and the playful energy vanished.
Tony, ever the showman, grabbed at his chest in mock agony, miming a heart attack. His eyes twinkled with mischief, but Faith and Willow exchanged knowing glances and rolled their eyes, sensing the impending storm.
Pepper, standing in the shadows until now, moved forward with a purpose. Her once welcoming expression had transformed into a thin, taut line. There was no amusement in her demeanor, only a stern and disapproving aura that hung heavy in the air.
Tony, recognizing that it was time to be serious, abandoned his theatrics. He met Pepper's gaze with a touch of vulnerability and said, "It's a flight stabilizer."
"Well, watch where you're pointing your flight stabilizer, would you?" Pepper chided with a playful yet stern tone, chuckling lightly as she gestured over her shoulder. "Obadiah's upstairs. Should I tell him you're in?"
Tony nodded, his earlier antics replaced by a sense of responsibility. "We'll all be right up," he assured her.
Pepper had been cradling a small package under her arm all this while, and she carefully placed it on the workbench. Tony began removing the gauntlets, and Faith, with a sense of curiosity, eagerly tore into the package. Her eyes widened in surprise as she gazed up at the spot where Pepper had been standing just moments before.
"What is it?" Tony and Willow inquired in unison; their curiosity piqued by Faith's reaction.
Faith carefully revealed Tony's original reactor, now proudly displayed on a Lucite stand. It emitted a faint, ethereal glow, as it was designed to do—left to its own devices, the glow would persist for years. Tony's eyes fell upon the inscription etched onto the Lucite, and a warm smile graced his lips.
"Proof that Tony Stark has a heart," it read.
Tony's smile deepened, and he chuckled softly, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and affection. "Trust Pepper to make a point in the most imaginative way possible," he remarked.
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As Stane carefully set the pizza down on the living room table, flipping open the lid, Tony's restless pacing continued unabated. The excitement and fervor in his voice were palpable as he spoke about his groundbreaking idea. "This, this is the big-big idea," Tony exclaimed with a sense of urgency. "It can pull the company in a whole new direction."
Stane, ever the supportive partner, offered his familiar refrain. "That's great," he replied, echoing the sentiments he'd been expressing throughout their conversation. "That's amazing, that's fantastic. Get me the design as soon as you can," he continued, his focus already shifting to the practical aspects of bringing the idea to life. "We've got a hungry production line that can knock out a prototype in days."
Tony's gaze briefly shifted to Faith, his emotions welling up within him. He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. "You know," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "I had a moment there where I was... reluctant."
"Why?" Willow inquired; her curiosity fueled by the knowledge given to her by Faith and Tony of Rhodey's reaction to Tony's plans for Stark Industries. "Because of your friend's reaction?"
Stane, with a dismissive wave of his hand, interjected confidently. "Look, it's just like you told me, Tony. He wouldn't understand it. He's part of the war machine. He's not a man of vision."
Tony nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting a deep connection with Stane, Willow, and Faith. "No. Not like us," he affirmed, motioning toward himself, Stane, Willow, and Faith. His smile grew warmer as he looked at Faith, a sense of pride evident in his gaze. Since discovering that she was his daughter, Tony had come to realize that Faith had inherited the same intelligence and ingenuity that ran in their family. While Faith didn't always display it openly, she was just as brilliant as he was.
Tony turned back to Stane, his heart still filled with gratitude and a newfound sense of purpose. "But I know now I made the best decision. I feel like I'm doing something right. Finally. Thank you for supporting me in this." His eagerness was palpable as he reached out, grabbing Stane's right hand, and shook it with an almost frantic energy. His enthusiasm was so intense that it nearly caused Stane to drop the slice of pizza he held in his left hand.
"Dad's a little over exuberant," Faith remarked, offering a playful and affectionate comment as she observed the exchange between the two men.
Stane reciprocated Tony's handshake, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. However, as he continued to hold Tony's hand, a shadow of apprehension crossed his face. It was evident that he needed to address something uncomfortable, something Tony might not like. Sensing the shift in the mood, Tony released Stane's hand and waited, his curiosity mixed with a growing sense of concern.
"Listen," Stane began cautiously. "I have something to talk to you about. I really wish you or Faith had attended the last board meeting like I asked you both to."
Tony's brow furrowed, realizing the implications of their absence. "I know, we're sorry," he admitted, a tinge of regret in his voice. "What did we miss?"
Stane's next words hit Tony like a bolt of lightning, causing him to gasp in shock. "The board's filed an injunction against you."
Stane shrugged, his demeanor suggesting that he found the board's claim so absurd that it was barely worth discussing, yet he recognized the need to address it. "They claim you're unfit to run the company and want to lock you out," he explained matter-of-factly.
Faith, with a furrowed brow, sought clarification. "If it was about Dad, why did you want me there?"
Stane clarified, "You misunderstand. Since you are Tony's heir, the injunction would lock you out as well."
The gravity of the situation sank in as Tony's both Faith and Willow began to grasp the implications. Willow, her voice tinged with surprise, voiced the question that had been looming in the room. "Can they do that, Tony? It's your company, don't you own the controlling interest?"
Tony nodded, his frustration and confusion mounting. "Willow has a very good question," he said, his tone reflecting the weight of the situation. "How the hell can they do that? It's mine and Faith's name on the building. My ideas drive that company!"
Stane, a steely determination in his eyes, replied, "They're going to try. We'll fight them, of course."
"With the amount of stocks we own, I thought we controlled the company?" Tony said, his mind racing to comprehend the unexpected turn of events.
Stane, appearing equally perplexed by the situation, leaned forward, his sympathy for Tony's growing consternation evident. He struggled to find words to explain the complex situation. "I don't know. Somehow they pulled enough votes together." It was clear that even Stane, with all his experience, was baffled by the board's maneuver. He continued, his voice tinged with a note of resignation, "Listen, the world doesn't share your or Faith's vision, Tony. The more people have to lose, the more frightened they are of new ideas."
As the weight of the situation settled in, Stane finished his slice of pizza and poured four drinks from a bottle of aged Scotch. He slid a glass toward each of them. Tony, Faith, and Willow stared at the glasses, each grappling with their own thoughts and emotions. Faith, ever the pragmatic one, grabbed the glass and took a sip, while Willow and Tony waved theirs off.
Stane raised a surprised eyebrow at Tony's refusal to drink. Then he addressed both Tony and Faith with a tone of reassurance, despite the grim circumstances. "Now listen, I don't want you two to get all in knots." He shifted his gaze to Tony, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. "You know how many times I protected your father from the wolves?"
Tony nodded, a mix of gratitude and concern still swirling within him. The world of corporate politics and power struggles was a battlefield he was familiar with, but this time, it felt like his own legacy and vision were at stake, adding a personal dimension to the conflict that weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Willow, perceptive as always, recognized the turmoil in Tony's eyes and nudged Faith, subtly motioning toward Tony's emotional state.
Faith, understanding her father's need for support, set her glass down and reached out to him, placing her hand on Tony's in a gesture of comfort and solidarity. It was a simple yet powerful connection that conveyed her unwavering support.
Stane, always pragmatic in the face of crisis, offered his guidance. "Get back to the lab and work some magic," he advised, his voice steady. "Let me handle the board. Oh, and Tony? No more press conferences."
Tony nodded in agreement, his determination shining through. "Okay. Fine. No more press conferences. Are you sure you can handle the board? Do you want me to come in and talk to them?"
Stane leaned back, a knowing look in his eyes. "Better to let me be yours and Faith's public face to them. Tony, no offense, but if you square off against them, I'm worried you're going to come across as too vulnerable. That will just make things worse. To deal with these kinds of situations, you have to build up a pretty thick shell."
Tony's lips curled into a wry smile. "That," he said, his voice filled with determination, "is exactly what I had in mind."
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Willow and Faith found themselves on patrol in the eerie tranquility of a dimly lit cemetery. Moonlight filtered through the gnarled branches of ancient trees, casting elongated shadows on the weathered tombstones. It was a hauntingly beautiful night, but the weight of Stane's words still hung heavy in the air.
As they walked amongst the graves, Faith spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she didn't want to disturb the peaceful slumber of the departed. "You know, what Stane said back there about the board and the injunction... it's got me worried, Red."
Willow nodded; her expression serious. "Yeah, me too. It's like they're trying to take everything Tony's worked for away from him and away from you since you're his daughter."
Faith kicked a pebble absently as they strolled along a moss-covered path. "I get that they might not see eye to eye with Dad's vision, but locking him and me out of our own company? That's a whole different level of betrayal."
Willow's gaze shifted to her friend; her concern evident in her eyes. "And you heard what Stane said about the world not sharing yours and Tony's vision. It's like they're afraid of change, afraid of progress."
Faith sighed; her breath visible in the crisp night air. "It's frustrating, you know? Dad's pushing the boundaries, striving to make the world a better place. And this is how they repay him."
Willow reached out and gently squeezed Faith's shoulder in a gesture of support. "We'll figure this out, Faith. We'll stand by him."
Faith managed a small smile, appreciating Willow's unwavering loyalty. "Yeah, you're right, Red. We've faced worse than this together. Shoot, I betrayed you, B, and Xan back in Sunnydale when I went evil, and you guys still took me in as another Scooby when we fought the First. This is no different."
Willow's eyes softened as she continued to walk alongside Faith. She knew that sometimes a change of topic could provide a welcome distraction from the weighty issues at hand. She decided to steer the conversation in a different direction, a more personal one.
"You know, Faith," Willow began, her voice gentle as she glanced at her friend, "I realized that even though we've been through a lot together, there's still so much I don't know about your past. Like, what was your childhood like?"
Faith looked at Willow, surprise flickering in her eyes, as if she hadn't expected the question. She shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a hint of vulnerability in her response. "My childhood? Not much to tell, really. Grew up in a rough neighborhood, shuffled through foster homes. Pretty typical, I guess."
But Willow sensed there was more to the story, a depth that hadn't been explored. She probed a little further, her curiosity piqued. "You're being modest, Faith. I've seen you pick up on things that most people miss. You're smart, really smart. How did you get so good at reading people and situations?"
Faith hesitated, her steps slowing as she considered Willow's question. The moonlight played on her face, revealing a mixture of emotions—reluctance, pain, and a touch of bitterness. She finally spoke, her voice tinged with a raw honesty that was seldom seen in her. "You're right, Red. I learned to read people, not because I wanted to, but because I had to. The Lehanes, they were... well, let's just say they weren't the nicest people. They could turn on you in an instant."
Willow's heart ached for her friend as she listened to Faith's revelation. She urged Faith to continue, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Tell me more, Faith. I'm here for you."
Faith swallowed hard, her throat tightening with the memories she was about to share. "They didn't like smart kids. Thought we were trouble. So, I learned to keep my mouth shut, to act like I didn't know much. If I even admitted to being smart, they'd... well, they'd make sure I regretted it."
Willow's empathy for Faith deepened, her eyes filled with understanding and sadness for the young girl who had to endure such a difficult upbringing. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Faith. But you don't have to hide who you are anymore. I mean look at you. You've found your birth father, one of the smartest people in the world. You are the daughter of Tony Stark. I'm kind of jealous you know that, right. Just like I said when Tony offered me the job at Stark Industries, he was my idol in high school. But here you are his daughter, how I would love to be in your shoes."
"Yeah, it's kind of surreal sometimes," Faith admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "I mean, growing up, I never thought I'd actually ever meet him. When mom died and I went to the Lehanes I thought that was the end of my life as a Stark. But now that I've finally met him, I just can't believe that I'm here sometimes working alongside him in his workshop."
December 14, 2005 – Wednesday
Tony woke Faith with a mischievous grin. "Get dressed, Faith," he said. "We're going on an adventure today."
Curious but intrigued, Faith complied, and the two of them set off in one of Tony's luxurious cars. As they drove through the city, Tony couldn't help but notice the excitement building in Faith's eyes.
Their journey led them to a high-end car dealership, where rows of sleek and exotic vehicles glistened under the showroom lights. Faith's jaw dropped in amazement as she took in the sight.
"Happy birthday, Faith," Tony said with a flourish, revealing the grand surprise. "You get to choose any car you want today."
Faith was almost overwhelmed by the selection before her. She walked among the cars, running her fingers over the sleek exteriors and imagining the thrill of driving each one. But one car, in particular, caught her eye—a stunning Lamborghini Murcielago. Its powerful lines and vibrant red color seemed to call out to her.
"Tony, this is it," Faith declared with a smile that lit up the entire showroom. "This is the one I want."
Tony nodded, his own excitement matching hers. He signaled to the dealership staff, and soon, the Lamborghini Murcielago was brought out for a test drive.
Faith slid into the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a mixture of anticipation and exhilaration. The engine roared to life, and she felt the power of the car surge beneath her. As she sped down the open road, the wind in her hair and a grin on her face, she knew this was a birthday she would never forget.
When they returned to the dealership, Faith's decision was clear. She wanted the Lamborghini Murcielago, and Tony was more than happy to make it happen.
As they finalized the purchase, Faith couldn't stop thanking Tony for the incredible birthday surprise. She knew she was the luckiest person in the world to have a father like him.
Rosie's Retro Diner
After the exhilarating day of choosing her dream car, Faith and Willow decided to wind down by grabbing a bite to eat at a local burger joint. The neon sign outside flickered with a warm, inviting glow as they entered the cozy diner, greeted by the savory aroma of grilling burgers and the chatter of other diners.
As they settled into a booth, Willow couldn't help but smile at Faith, who was still buzzing with excitement from the day's events. "So, Faith," she began, looking at her friend with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "what's it like to have a Lamborghini Murcielago as a birthday gift? I mean, I'm pretty sure my last birthday gift was a stack of textbooks."
Faith laughed, her eyes dancing with happiness. "It's unreal, Will. Seriously. Tony knows how to make a girl feel special."
Willow nodded, her own enthusiasm for Faith's incredible day shining through. "He sure does. But you know what, Faith? There's something else I've been meaning to talk to you about."
Faith raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? What's up?"
Willow hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "Well, I couldn't help but notice something back when we were all fighting together in Sunnydale. It seemed like... well, it seemed like you had a thing for Buffy."
Faith's expression shifted, her gaze drifting to the table for a moment before she looked back at Willow. She sighed, her voice tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and regret. "Yeah, I guess it might've seemed that way. But truth is, Will, I never saw B in a romantic way. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's amazing, and I have mad respect for her. But for me, it was more like... like I saw her as a sister."
Willow's eyes softened, and she reached out to place a reassuring hand on Faith's. "I see. So, it was more of a sisterly bond."
Faith nodded, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "Yeah, exactly. I guess growing up the way I did, I always hoped for a family, you know? And when I arrived in Sunnydale, it felt like I finally found one. I hoped Buffy saw me as a sister too, someone she could rely on. But then I screwed it up when I sided with the Mayor. Siding with a guy that wanted to become a demon, I think kind of ended the hopes B would ever see me that way. I know she kind of sees me as a friend as was evidenced when she saw the press conference where Dad revealed to the world, I was his daughter and she started trying to reach out to me. But maybe that's all we're supposed to be, the Chosen Two?"
Willow listened intently to Faith's words, her empathy deepening as she heard the pain and regret in her friend's voice. She gave Faith's hand a reassuring squeeze, offering her unwavering support.
"I understand, Faith," Willow said gently. "Sometimes, the choices we make, especially in the heat of the moment, can have far-reaching consequences. But you've grown and changed so much since those days in Sunnydale. And Buffy, well, she's always been about forgiveness and second chances."
Faith nodded, her gaze fixed on the tabletop. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just that... well, sometimes I can't help but wonder what could've been if I hadn't made those mistakes. Maybe we could've been closer, like real sisters."
Willow's heart went out to Faith, and she spoke with genuine understanding. "I think Buffy sees you as family, Faith, just like we all do. And who knows, maybe the future holds more opportunities for you two to connect on a deeper level. The bond between you two, it's still there, even if it's evolved."
December 17, 2005 – Saturday
In the wake of Stane's revelation about the attempted takeover of Stark Industries, Willow had indeed transitioned into overseeing the R&D department primarily from Tony's mansion. With the help of Jarvis, Stark Industries' advanced artificial intelligence, she could efficiently manage the operations and communicate with the team remotely. It allowed her to stay close to Tony and Faith, especially during these challenging times.
The spacious, tech-filled mansion provided her with the ideal environment to focus on her work. She had converted one of the rooms into a makeshift office, where she could delve into her research and manage the department's projects with precision. The view from the large windows often served as a source of inspiration, as she watched the sunsets and moonrises over the sprawling grounds of the mansion.
Working from Tony's home also gave her opportunities to share moments outside of the workshop, whether it was enjoying meals together or simply spending time in the peaceful surroundings of the mansion. It was during these moments that Faith often found herself unable to resist stealing glances at Willow. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her focused expression highlighted the intensity with which she approached her work. Faith's heart skipped a beat as she watched Willow, her eyes sparkling with determination.
In the time since Willow had moved into the mansion Faith had noticed the little things about Willow that had always drawn her in. The way she bit her lower lip in concentration, the soft curve of her cheek when she smiled, the way her laughter filled the workshop with warmth. But it was more than just physical attraction; it was the way Willow understood her, the way they shared inside jokes and communicated without words.
They hadn't always been friends, but now Faith was starting to see Willow in a different light. She found herself drawn to Willow's kindness, her intelligence, and her unwavering support. It was as if a veil had been lifted from her eyes, revealing a connection that ran deeper than friendship.
As they stood there preparing to watch Tony's latest test on the boots, Willow brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, her eyes meeting Faith's with a soft, knowing gaze. Faith felt a rush of warmth and affection wash over her, and in that moment, she realized the truth. She was falling in love with Willow, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
As Tony tested the jet boots, Faith and Willow watched in awe and fascination. The boots lifted him a few feet off the ground, but initially, he began to tilt wildly. Faith had seen her father take risks countless times, but seeing him hang there, seemingly defying gravity, was always a heart-stopping sight.
With precise control, Tony fired the Repulsor rays from his gauntlets, stabilizing himself in mid-air. He moved with a fluid grace, weaving and tilting as if he were surfing on invisible waves. Slowly, he gained mastery over the boots, learning to anticipate and counteract any small movements that affected his flight orientation.
Faith couldn't help but be impressed by her father's adaptability and quick learning. As he picked up speed and glided effortlessly around the lab, maneuvering around equipment and even their presence. However, the formidable propulsive force of the boots was still evident, knocking over small objects as Tony moved. It was a testament to the sheer power of the invention.
Tony's landing was flawless, and he cut the propulsion with confidence. His exhilaration was palpable as he addressed Willow and Faith. "Nothing to it," he declared with a grin. "Let's get to work."
December 23, 2005 – Friday
Tony strode confidently through the workshop, donned in the revised and updated Mark II armor. It clung to his form with a sleek, form-fitting design, a testament to the continuous refinement of his technology. While rivets and seams were still visible, the suit exuded a sense of sophistication and power. Ailerons and air brakes responded seamlessly to Tony's movements, adding to the suit's impressive functionality.
Willow observed him with a mix of curiosity and admiration as the suit powered up, emitting a subtle hum that resonated through the workshop. "How does it feel, Tony?" she inquired, her fascination evident in her eyes.
Tony flexed the suit's articulated arms and stretched its legs, testing its range of motion. Then, just to push the boundaries, he bent over and effortlessly touched his toes. "It's definitely more flexible than the one Faith and I built in the cave," Tony replied with a satisfied grin. "Certainly, more comfortable and maneuverable."
"Then it's time," Faith declared, her voice steady as she addressed Jarvis. "Jarvis, stand by for calibration."
"Standing by, Ms. Stark," Jarvis replied with its characteristic precision.
With a sense of readiness, Tony fired up the gauntlets and boots, the suit coming to life with a low hum. He rose gracefully from the ground, just as he had done a week earlier when testing the suit's maneuverability. However, this time, the situation took an unexpected turn.
The augmented strength of the armor caught Tony off guard. While he had been accustomed to maneuvering with his own muscle power when wearing only the gauntlets and boots, the full armor magnified his every movement. As he attempted to balance himself in mid-air, he inadvertently flipped over and crashed, the impact causing an unfortunate outcome.
To Faith's dismay, her gleaming red Lamborghini Murcielago found itself directly in Tony's path, and he landed on its hood with a resounding crash, triggering the car alarm.
Rushing to her father's side, Faith asked with genuine worry, "Are you okay?" She watched as Tony stumbled off the car, his armored form somehow unharmed despite the abrupt landing.
"I'm fine, Faith," Tony replied, his instinctive reaction to reach for his pocket and retrieve the keys halted by the impracticality of his current state. He couldn't access his keys while encased in the armor. "Faith, do you have your car keys? I can't reach mine while in the armor."
Faith managed to retrieve her keys and silenced the car alarm with a sigh. She couldn't help but feel a pang of regret as she surveyed the damage to her car, but she knew there were more pressing matters at hand.
"Maybe we should take this outside," she suggested, turning to Tony.
Jarvis's disembodied voice chimed in with a note of caution. "I must strongly caution against that. There are terabytes of calculations still needed."
Willow, ever pragmatic, offered a counterpoint. "Jarvis, it's better outside than watching everything get destroyed in here. Tony can do the calculations in flight."
Jarvis wasn't easily convinced. "Ms. Rosenberg, the suit has not even passed a basic wind-tunnel test."
Tony, undeterred, made a decision. "That's why you're coming with me. Load yourself into the HUD."
Inside the suit, Tony was surrounded by a world of technology and data. The readouts projected against the lenses covering the eyeholes provided him with a constant stream of information, offering insights into both his own body and the performance of the armor. It was a sensory experience unlike any other, and it allowed Tony to feel intimately connected to the suit's capabilities.
As Jarvis followed instructions and integrated his monitoring capabilities and observational protocol into the armor, Tony reignited the boots and gauntlets. This time, he moved with precision and control, effortlessly floating down the driveway that led out of the workshop. Willow and Faith followed closely behind, their anticipation palpable.
Inside the helmet, Jarvis spoke, offering a suggestion. "I suggest you allow me to employ Directive Four."
Tony, momentarily distracted, quipped with a hint of humor, " 'Never interrupt me while I'm with a beautiful woman?'"
Jarvis corrected him with a calm and logical tone. "That's Directive Six. Directive Four: 'Use any and all means to protect your life should you be incapable of doing so.'"
Faith, with genuine concern in her voice, interjected. "Give him this one boon, Dad. We've only met a half a year ago now, and I don't want to lose you already."
Tony's gaze shifted to his daughter, and he couldn't deny her request. With a nod, he agreed. "Okay."
Under the night sky, Tony, Faith, and Willow emerged from the workshop, the darkness punctuated by the twinkling stars above. Faith and Willow stood in awe as they witnessed Tony's ascent, a gradual rise into the sky that soon gained momentum. Yet, as Tony moved with increasing confidence, he quickly realized the delicate balance required for precise control.
Small movements in the Iron Man suit translated into unexpected shifts in trajectory, reminding him of the complexity of his creation. However, with the help of the HUD, he was equipped with tools to anticipate these deviations. The HUD displayed a pitch-and-yaw interface with crosshairs, allowing Tony to proactively adjust his flight path before it became noticeable.
As he continued to experiment, Tony began to find the ideal balance of jet and gauntlet booster angularity. It was a breakthrough moment when he achieved a stable and controlled flight, soaring through the night with grace and precision.
In one of Tony's cars, Faith and Willow followed closely behind as Tony descended along the winding concrete of the Pacific Coast Highway. The radio was their lifeline, and Willow spoke into the handheld device, her voice channeled directly into Tony's ear through an earpiece.
"You're doing good, Tony," Willow reassured him, her words filled with encouragement.
As Tony continued to glide effortlessly through the twists and curves of the Pacific Coast Highway, he reveled in the freedom and exhilaration of flight. The sensation of the cool night air rushing past him was electrifying.
However, his impressive display in the night sky did not go unnoticed. Faith, driving in one of the cars below, found herself surrounded by startled drivers who slammed on their brakes or stuck their heads out of their windows to catch a glimpse of the airborne spectacle. The attention was causing a traffic jam as people gawked at her father's flight.
"Tony, we've got a problem down here," Willow relayed through the radio, her voice filled with concern.
Tony's voice crackled back over the radio, "What's going on?"
Willow explained the situation, her tone urgent. "Seems you've caught everyone's attention. We're going to have trouble following from all the gawkers."
Acknowledging the issue, Tony responded, "Understood. Follow as best as you can." He knew that their unexpected public display would likely draw more attention than they had anticipated, but he remained focused on the task at hand, determined to make the most of this maiden flight of the Mark II suit.
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Tony stretched out his left hand, which countered his direction, sending him hurtling out toward the Pacific Ocean. As the wind whipped by him and the ground rushed away beneath him, he couldn't help but let out a long, delirious whoop. It was a wild, exhilarating sensation, like a kid on a roller coaster, his heart pounding in his chest.
The waves flashed by him, fifty feet below, glistening in the sunlight. For an instant, he considered the prospect of just going and going, perhaps winding up in Hawaii, lying on a beach, sunning himself and sipping frosty cocktails while hula girls gyrated around him. The thought brought a playful grin to his face.
But then, like a bolt of lightning, he remembered Faith. If he did something like that, he would want to take her along. After everything he had heard of her life, from the time her mother had died till they had met in that cave during their captivity, a warmth spread through his chest. It was an interesting change in him. He had never thought much about having a family, which was why when Amelia had left with their newborn daughter, he hadn't stopped her. But now, when he looked at Faith, he couldn't picture her anywhere else but by his side.
Tony arced high into the air, pulling a loop-de-loop before angling back toward the California coastline. The rush of wind against his armored suit was a thrilling symphony, and the Santa Monica Pier came into view ahead of him. There was a kid in a Ferris wheel, and his eyes went wide with shock as Tony hurtled past him, the sheer audacity of the stunt leaving the boy breathless.
The moon hung high above him, full and ripe, casting a silvery glow that seemed to reach out to him, summoning him. Tony accepted the invitation, flying straight upward, an armored bird on the wing. Ice crystals began to form on his mask as he continued his ascent, their chilly touch a stark contrast to the warmth in his heart. The moon was calling to him, and in that moment, he felt like he could conquer the world, or even the universe.
Beneath his helmet, Tony grinned foolishly, his emotions coursing through him like a tidal wave. It was as if the world had faded into insignificance, and all that mattered was this exhilarating moment. A small part of his brain tried to shout at him, gain his attention, and inform him that he wasn't thinking straight, that he was caught up in some sort of flight-related euphoria that could undercut, even ruin the entire experiment. But he paid it no mind; his thoughts were elsewhere.
Jarvis's voice came in through his helmet, giving real-world voice to the internal ones that Tony was ignoring. It was a lifeline, a rational anchor in his moment of reckless abandon. "Power: fifteen percent. Recommend you descend and recharge, sir."
When Tony didn't respond, Jarvis said, "Acknowledge, Mr. Stark." His voice held a note of urgency, a reminder of the gravity of the situation.
Tony, intoxicated as the moon beckoned, did not acknowledge. His mind was a million miles away, or, more technically, two hundred and thirty-eight thousand miles away. He didn't notice as all the indicators in his HUD began flashing red, like warning beacons desperately trying to pierce through his euphoria. His armor was doing everything to warn him, short of punching him in the face repeatedly with a spring-loaded boxing glove, and still, he didn't notice.
"Power at five percent," Jarvis told him coldly, the AI's voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "Threshold breached."
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Jarvis's voice crackled over the radio, a sense of urgency in his digital tone as he contacted Faith and Willow. "Ms. Stark, Ms. Rosenberg, this is Jarvis. We have a critical situation here."
The voice of the AI carried a gravity that demanded immediate attention, and Faith tightened her grip on the steering wheel, exchanging a worried glance with Willow.
"Mr. Stark's power levels are dangerously low," Jarvis continued, his voice unwavering despite the urgency. "I'm going to have to shut down his suit or he'll run out of power mid-flight. It's the only way to keep him safe."
Faith's heart skipped a beat as she comprehended the seriousness of the situation.
Willow nodded in understanding, her eyes reflecting the concern that echoed in her voice. "Do what you have to do, Jarvis. Tony's safety comes first."
Jarvis acknowledged their decision with a tone of determination. "Understood. Stand by for the shutdown. With the shutdown, Mr. Stark will have no ability to communicate until I reboot the system."
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The armor, the running lights, almost the entire HUD suddenly went dark. It was like a sudden plunge into an abyss, and it was finally sufficient to snap Tony from his reverie. The only illumination the HUD was displaying was being powered by the emergency backups, and all it said was, "System shut down." Fortunately, that was sufficient to regain Tony's complete and undivided attention.
"Uh, Jarvis? Jarvis?" Tony's voice was tinged with urgency, but there was no answer.
The jet boots fritzed out and died, and the gauntlets had nothing to offer. The suit was a dead hulk; for all the control he had over the situation, he might just as well have sealed himself up inside a barrel and had it thrown over Niagara Falls. He plummeted toward the Earth in total freefall, the world pinwheeling around him. The rush of wind past his armored body was now a reminder of his perilous situation.
He plunged through the clouds and continued down, down. The lights of the downtown Los Angeles grid spread out far below him, so far away that it almost seemed irrelevant to his predicament. But he was falling fast and gaining speed.
"Status, status!" Tony was shouting, panic edging into his voice. "Reboot!"
There was a series of popping noises, a surge, a sputter. The power cut out again, and then suddenly flared back to life. Energy surged through the suit.
"Temporary power restored," Jarvis said, and there was a faint scolding in his tone. "Descend immediately."
Tony worked the boosters to get the suit back under control, a newfound understanding dawning upon him. It was only at that point that he suddenly realized the suit hadn't failed him at all; Jarvis had shut it down. Confusion and frustration swirled within him, making him wonder why in God's name Jarvis would take such a drastic step.
As Tony steadied the suit and began to descend, he couldn't help but replay the events of the last few minutes in his head. He recalled, as if it was being related to him secondhand, Jarvis's voice urging him to return to Earth, trying to get his attention while Tony's own mind had been elsewhere.
"Jarvis, I think we need to chat about, uh, Directive Four," Tony said, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern.
"May I remind you, sir," Jarvis responded stiffly, "the suit feeds off the same power source as your life support. A zero drain of energy will likely kill you."
Tony let out a resigned sigh, realizing the gravity of the situation. "You're a downer, Jarvis," he quipped, a hint of his usual humor returning. "But I appreciate the heads-up."
Jarvis, however, wasn't finished. "I also notified Ms. Stark and Ms. Rosenberg, sir," he added. "They agreed to my course of action."
Tony blinked in surprise at the revelation. Faith and Willow had been part of this decision as well, and their concern for his safety had overridden his stubborn determination to reach the moon. "Tell them thanks, Jarvis," Tony said. "And let them know that we're heading back home."
"Tell them thanks, Jarvis," Tony said, his voice filled with gratitude and a touch of humility. "And let them know that we're heading back home."
Jarvis, always the dutiful and loyal assistant, acknowledged Tony's message. "Of course, sir. I'll relay the message."
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The onboard GPS aided Tony in making it back to his estate, though it proved to be a bit more of a chore than he would have expected. He angled himself around so that he was standing and descended toward the workshop driveway just as Faith pulled the car into the driveway. The wind gusts and the sporadic sputters from the armor, however, were making it difficult for him to maintain his course. He started drifting off course.
"Shall I take over?" said Jarvis, his voice offering a lifeline of assistance.
"No, I got it. I got it—" Tony said with determination. As it turned out, he didn't have it. He closed the distance between himself and the ground faster than he thought he would, and as a result, he punched right through the roof of his mansion. He tried to reverse course but failed to do so. Instead, he kept going, smashing through the foyer ceiling in his living room, down through the floor, and continued into the workshop, where he collided with the Shelby Cobra parked next to Faith's wrecked Lamborghini Murcielago.
As all the cars chorused with their howling alarms, Tony unlatched the helmet and yanked it off. He surveyed the damage, taking in the mess he had created. Then, unaccountably cheerful, he shouted over the alarms, "Perfect. Let's do some upgrades."
Minutes later, he had shucked the armor, leaving it behind as he walked over to his computer terminal. Faith and Willow walked into the workshop and spotted him, seated at the terminal, typing as quickly as he could. The screens were alive with scrolling data graphics and diagnostic tests, a testament to Tony's indomitable spirit and ceaseless determination. He'd turned on the plasma TV primarily so that he could have some low-level noise in the background.
"That was quite dangerous, sir," Jarvis admonished, his digital voice stern and concerned. "Might I remind you, if the suit loses power, so does your heart."
Faith couldn't help but agree with Jarvis's concern as she watched her father, her voice trembling with genuine worry. She approached him, her concern etched across her face like a plea. "Jarvis is right, Dad. What you did up there was incredibly dangerous. If something had gone wrong... I don't even want to think about it."
Her eyes welled up with tears as she continued, her vulnerability shining through. "I know you have this drive to push boundaries, because I have it as well. But please, promise me you'll be more careful next time. I can't afford to lose you. I already lost Mom when she died in that car accident. I don't want to lose you too, especially after finally getting to know you."
Tony turned away from the computer terminal; his heart heavy as he looked into Faith's teary eyes. The vulnerability in her voice had struck a chord within him, reminding him of the deep connection they had forged since their reunion.
He took a step closer to Faith, reaching out to gently wipe away a tear that had escaped her eye. His own eyes held a mixture of regret and understanding. "Faith, I... I'm sorry. You're right. I need to be more responsible, especially now that I have you back in my life."
Faith nodded as she looked toward the computer, her determination to understand her father's work shining through. "So, what have we learned?"
Tony shifted his focus back to the computer screens, his mind already analyzing the data. "A few issues: Main transducer felt sluggish at plus-forty altitude," he began to explain. "Same goes for hull pressurization. I'm thinking icing might be a factor."
Willow chimed in, her knowledge adding to the discussion. "The suit isn't rated for high altitude."
"You're expending eight-percent power just heating and pressurizing," Jarvis added, providing valuable insights into the suit's limitations.
Tony leaned forward, his mind racing with potential solutions. "Reconfigure using the gold titanium alloy from the Seraphim Tactical Satellite. It should ensure fuselage integrity to fifty thousand feet while maintaining power-to-weight ratio."
Jarvis, always the faithful assistant, sought confirmation. "Shall I render both yours and Ms. Stark's suits, utilizing the proposed specifications?"
Tony leaned back in his chair; his decision made. "Yes."
On the center screen, the new design began to take shape. The words "Mark III prototype" glowed at the top of the screen, signaling the birth of the next iteration. Work that would have taken Tony Stark days, if not weeks, using pencils and paper, required no more than ninety seconds for Jarvis.
Two armored figures gradually materialized on the screen, one male and one female, both gleaming in a solid-gold image.
"Hmm," Tony mused, his eyebrow quirking. "Bit ostentatious, don't you think?"
"Ostentatious?" Jarvis inquired, seeking clarification.
Faith chimed in, her sense of practicality evident. "I see where Dad's going. Too much gold makes it look like we're C-3PO."
Tony nodded in agreement, a touch of humor in his voice. "Either that or movie stars will want to start thanking the Academy every time they see us."
Faith glanced over at her father's gleaming crimson motorcycle, which had always been a source of inspiration. "Add a little red to Dad's, would you?"
Jarvis, the master of design, took their suggestions into account. "And yours, Ms. Stark?"
"For mine," Faith decided, her voice resolute, "Red and Midnight Black."
As Jarvis continued working on the armor designs, they turned their attention to the television screen, curious about the news that was being broadcast. It was a local entertainment reporter standing outside Disney Hall. Tony picked up the remote control and kicked up the volume, wanting to hear more.
"Tonight's red-hot red carpet is here at the Walt Disney Hall," the reporter began, "where Tony Stark's third-annual benefit for the Firefighters' Family Fund has become the go-to charity gala on L.A.'s high-society calendar. But this great cause is only part of the story—"
All around Tony, Faith, and Willow, the lab sprang to life as Jarvis activated various high-powered pieces of machinery. As the noise level in the workshop elevated, Tony increased the television volume to ensure they didn't miss any details.
"The man whose name graces the gold-lettered invitations hasn't been seen in public since his highly controversial press conference," the reporter continued, "where he not only outlined the future of Stark Industries but revealed to the world the existence of his daughter. Rumors abound, and some say both Mr. Stark and Ms. Stark are suffering from post-traumatic stress and haven't left their beds in weeks."
Faith couldn't help but chuckle at the reporter's obliviousness. "They didn't look around, did they?" she asked with a wry smile. "Or they would have seen your flight, Dad, and me and Red trailing you in the car."
They turned their attention back to the computer monitor, where the armor designs had now been recolored according to Faith's instructions. Tony's armor featured a striking combination, with the leggings, sleeves, and faceplate in gold, while the boots, torso, gauntlets, and the back of the helmet were vibrant red. Faith's armor, on the other hand, showcased a sleek and formidable look, with the leggings, sleeves, and faceplate in red, while the boots, torso, gauntlets, and the back of the helmet were a stylish midnight black.
Jarvis provided an estimate for the completion of the work. "The work for both could take until morning to complete."
Tony leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile gracing his face. "Good. Faith and I should come up for air anyway."
He leaned forward, his smile taking on a touch of determination. "People should start having a positive image of Tony and Isabella Stark for a change. I'm personally tired of being the black hole of rumors."
Willow's attention briefly shifted toward the television as she contemplated the upcoming event. "I assume you're thinking of attending?" she asked, her curiosity evident.
Tony nodded in agreement. "That's what I was thinking, yes. Why do you ask?"
Willow's gaze then shifted towards Faith, her expression thoughtful. "I was thinking I could be Faith's date."
Faith looked genuinely puzzled by Willow's suggestion. "Date?" she asked, her confusion evident. "Aren't you dating Kennedy?"
Willow let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Kennedy and I broke up months ago," she explained. "The first year was good, but the second year we started arguing. When Buffy offered her the opportunity to head up the Japanese academy, she took it. I'm single again."
"So you want to accompany me to..." Faith began, motioning toward the television.
"I do," Willow replied with a warm smile. Her eyes met Faith's, and there was a gentle intensity to her gaze. "And you want to know something, I've noticed the stolen glances you've sent my way, Faith."
Faith looked at Willow, her surprise evident. "You have?"
Willow nodded, her voice soft and sincere. "I have. And just so you know, the looks are reciprocated."
Faith exchanged a brief but concerned glance with her father. "There is a small problem. That looks like a formal affair."
Tony nodded, confirming her observation. "It is."
Faith sighed, feeling a bit out of her element. "I know I don't have a dress."
Willow chimed in, admitting to the same predicament. "For that kind of thing, I don't either."
Tony, always resourceful and eager to support his daughter, smiled reassuringly. "I think I can remedy that."
Elegance En Vogue
Tony was a man of means, and he was determined to ensure that his daughter, Faith, and her close friend Willow had the perfect attire for the formal event. He whisked them away to an exclusive and luxurious dress boutique known for its exquisite evening gowns. The boutique's name, "Elegance En Vogue," was befitting of the treasures it held within its opulent walls.
Upon entering the boutique, Faith and Willow were immediately struck by the elegant ambiance. Crystal chandeliers bathed the space in a warm, soft glow, while plush velvet curtains framed the expansive mirrors that lined the walls. The boutique was a haven of sophistication and glamour.
A seasoned sales associate approached them with a warm smile, ready to assist the Stark family in finding the perfect gowns. Tony, with his impeccable taste, had already conveyed his vision to the associate, and she set out to make it a reality.
Faith's eyes widened as she perused the racks of evening gowns. Her attention was drawn to a deep crimson gown with a form-fitting silhouette that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress featured a sweetheart neckline, delicate spaghetti straps, and a dramatic thigh-high slit that added a touch of sensuality. The bodice was adorned with intricate lace embellishments that cascaded down the skirt like a waterfall of scarlet elegance.
As for Willow, her gaze was captivated by a gown of midnight black. The dress exuded sophistication and mystery with its off-the-shoulder neckline and long, flowing skirt that trailed behind her like a midnight shadow. The gown's bodice was intricately embroidered with silver thread, creating a mesmerizing contrast against the deep black fabric. It was a gown that spoke of timeless beauty and quiet allure.
The sales associate expertly guided Faith and Willow into the dressing rooms, where they slipped into their chosen gowns. When they emerged, the transformation was nothing short of stunning.
Faith stood tall in her crimson gown, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. The dress accentuated her figure and made her look like the embodiment of confidence and allure. The thigh-high slit revealed a glimpse of her toned leg, adding an element of drama to her ensemble.
Willow, in her midnight black gown, looked equally enchanting. The off-the-shoulder neckline framed her features beautifully, and the silver embroidery seemed to shimmer in the soft boutique lighting. She exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, with a touch of mystique.
Tony couldn't help but smile proudly as he beheld his daughter and her friend. "You both look absolutely stunning," he declared.