Iron Beta: Life as Tony Stark's Daughter

Chapter 22

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For the metal arm, just envision the Winter Soldier’s arm, but black not silver.

Chapter 22

Beep.

I really need to stop waking up like this.

Beep.

What hurts now?

Beep.

Ohh…my chest…  

“-lor? Taylor, you awake?”

I crack open one eye, only to clamp it shut against the harsh hospital light.

“Too bright...”

There’s a little shuffling and a few clicks. “There, that better?”

I pry an eye open to see the light has been dimmed considerably. I relax and blink both eyes a few times. “Do I have all my limbs?”  

“Minus your right arm, yes.”

“Okay, so…what now?”

“You remember how the meat nicked your heart, and it wasn’t a huge problem, but we needed to watch it?”

“Yeah…”

“Well it sort of became a big problem.”

“What kind of big problem are we talking?”

“…the kind where those bandages are covering an arc reactor.”

I stay silent, waiting for my world to crash and reboot the way it did the last time someone told me this kind of news.

Nothing happens. Instead, I’m just left staring at my dad and slowly blinking a few times.

“O-kaay. So what does this mean?”

“It means I’ve made the necessary modifications to your suit, as well as installing double the emergency reactors in the tower. The team knows about your reactor, and Bruce already knows how to change them. Anybody else you want me to teach?”

“Clint? For the range.”

My dad is smirking and I send a wary glare in his direction. “Dad-“

“I was just going to say said birdbrain is waiting in the hallway with a doctor.”

“Sure you were.”

“Can I let them in now?”

“Alright.”

My dad opens the door to reveal a food-laden archer followed by a doctor equipped with a clipboard and x-rays.

“Hey glow stick, how ya feeling?”

“Glow stick?”

He just nods towards my lap and plops the tray of steaming food on my lap. “Your usual from McDonalds.”

“Yay! Look at you, feeding the invalid.”

Clint just laughs as the doctor clears his throat.

“Right, sorry doc, continue.”

“Ms. Stark, this is what your chest currently looks like.” He clicks up an x-ray. “We had to saw off ribs 3 through five and your spleen to fit your new chest piece. We-“

“Fit and electromagnet to the casing and set the piece in.” my dad and I recite at the same time. “Yes, we know. Now can we see it?”

The doctor rubs his face and sighs. “Yes, of course. Do you want anyone to step out?”