"What are you? Twelve?" Thor asked while laughing. I stopped for a while without turning. In a quick move I grabbed the knife from the table in front of me, turned around, and threw it. Everyone went silent... "It was just a joke, but fair enough" T...
I knocked on the door, since it seemed Tony still hadn't noticed I had entered. He glanced up from his computer at me, and then back down at the computer again.
"Come in." He said, typing away on the keyboard, as I entered further and sat down on a chair on the opposite end of the table. I tried looking him in the eyes, but he wouldn't budge, and kept typing on the annoying keyboard.
"Tony?" I asked, signaling for him to pay attention. I had to talk to him, and he was just caught up in something else. After all he had told me to come in, so he kinda had to listen. He didn't answer though. I tried saying his name once more in a harder tone. I was pissed at this point. I then got up, took the laptop and slammed it shut.
"Will you please just listen to me?" I asked harshly, not giving back the computer. He sighed and raised his eyebrows, giving me permission to start telling him what I wanted to.
"There's something I've been keeping from you Tony." I said looking down at the table, as I sat down. This seemed to catch his attention, and he leaned in, showing more interest in the matter. I pulled up my sleeve, and held out my arm. Tony looked up at me, and then down at the arm. His eye caught the tattoo and he looked closer.
"What is it?" He asked and examined, the ink penetrated in my skin even further.
"It says 'FQ938'... You see, when I was born, my dad volunteered me for this experiment, and I was given the name FQ938. The experiment was, that they would take a bunch of babies, and basically have them raised...like... 'robotic soldiers'. I had to eat special food, train everyday and I had to be homeschooled... I just wanted you to know that the reason I am what I am is because of... These monthly injections I got..." I didn't really want to go on telling him, or more correctly, I didn't know how.
"What did these injections contain?" Tony asked. I fiddled a little with my hands, and avoided his gaze.
"I don't know... I wasn't allowed to ask." I answered nervously. Tony leaned back in his chair, and sighed.
"After what happened to my dad, I took a kitchen knife and cut out the tracking device in my arm, so that's at least something." I said. He looked kinda surprised, when those words had fallen out of my mouth.
"Okay first of all... Wow. Second of all I'm really glad you told me this, it's a good thing you know that you can tell me anything." He said, and sent me a warm smile. I felt kinda guilty for keeping me and Peter's relationship from him now, but it wasn't the right time to tell him.
"Now I have something to show you." Tony said smiling. He got up and walked over to a board with a lot of buttons on. He pushed down a button, and a little door opened revealing an outfit. He looked at me, with a lot of excitement in his eyes. I was really confused, so I just looked at him with a kinda nervous smile.
"It's your suit." He said, and pointed to it. I took another glance at the outfit in front of me.
"That is not a suit, that's practically nothing... at least for when you're fighting!" I said as I stood up, and walked over to the suit to examine it further.
"You literally fought Loki in a dress. Plus, I knew that would be your reaction. It's a lot more than what reaches the eye, you see it looks like you can just shoot your stomach, and you'd be dead right? The thing is that it can do this..." Tony picked up a gun and shot twice at the belly where there was no material, or at least that's what I thought. Two completely crushed bullets landed in front of the plastic models feet. I picked one up, and looked at Tony with my jaw dropped a little.
"There's an invisible field around the whole body from your neck down, making it impossible for anything to harm you... Am I good or what!" Tony said, really proud of himself. I chuckled a bit, still not believing what I had just seen.
"You are good... Should I try it on?" I asked as I ran my hand down the suit, very intrigued with its unique features.
"I don't see why not?" Tony said, and removed the suit from the model. He handed it to me, and pointed to a door. I walked in the little room, closed the door and put the suit on. It fit absolutely perfect, while also being comfortable. I checked myself out in the mirror, and to be honest... The sight was weirdly good.
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"Tony this is amazing, it's so comfortable, and it fits just perfectly... Plus I look good." I said and looked down at myself, still enjoying my body in this cropped top and leather pants. I had always liked my body, even though that's not really the case for a lot of other girls my age.
"It's also stretchable, so you can do any flip or move or... Basically whatever you want without it ripping." He said, adjusting the pants on the side.
"Look at this." He said. I looked down and Tony was now holding a knife in his hand. He clicked something on it, and it grew at least ten centimeters longer.
"Wow how'd you do that?" I asked, as he handed me the knife. I saw the small button. I pressed it and in less than a second, retracted back to it's normal size again. I turned it a few times just to check it out. Tony then padded on my belt, where he had pulled it out of a little holder. I put it down watching it glide perfectly into the holder.
"You have one matching, on the other side of your belt. You should practice a little on the knife throwing, not that you need it, but that's what you're going to be doing every time you fight someone, so you might as well get used to it." He said, and opened up his computer.
"You know I can do more than throw knives right?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Fine do whatever you want then." He said carelessly. I grabbed my clothes, and was about to go back to my room.
"Hey!" Tony shouted, making me stop and turn around facing him.
"If you were given the name..." He stopped and looked down, struggling to remember the name I had told him.
I sighed. "FQ938" I said, helping him.
"Right... If that's your name, why did you say your name was Audrey?" He asked. It made my mind wander to the memories of my mom calling out that name...
"My mom always wanted me to be named Audrey." I said and smiled at Tony. Tony smiled back and then started thinking about something. I leaned up at the door frame, waiting for him to say what was on his mind.
"Would you mind if I called you Rey instead?" He asked.
