Finding One's Heart

Fixing a Problem

Morning eventually came and they were down in the workshop, sitting on the couch and watching the news as Tony was working on his glove.

"The fifteen-mile hike to the outskirts of Gulmira can only be described as a descent into hell, into a modern-day Heart of Darkness. Simple farmers and herders from peaceful villages have been driven from their homes, displaced from their lands by warlords emboldened by a new-found power. Villagers have been forced to take shelter in whatever crude dwellings they can find in the ruins of other villages, or here in the remnants of an old Soviet smelting plant. Recent violence has been attributed to a group of foreign fighters referred to by the locals as the Ten Rings," the reporter said and Tony's gloved hand clenched, the arc glowing in it as his expression hardened. Audrey saw this and looked worried for him. She then saw his eyes darkened when a visual of a man with a burn scar on the right side of his face appeared.

"That was him, wasn't it? He was one of the guys that held your prisoner," she murmured, but he didn't say anything as he kept working.

"As you can see, these men are heavily armed and on a mission. A mission that could prove fatal to anyone who stands in their way. With no political will or international pressure, there's very little hope for these refugees," the reporter continued as Tony stood and went and went to the tiny kitchen area where he tossed his screwdriver. They then saw the visual of a picture from a refugee. "Around me, a woman begging for news on her husband, who was kidnapped by insurgents, either forced to join their militia." Tony aimed his glove toward his work area and fired, his arm reeling back form the force while the large light was blown out. Audrey stood quickly and looked at him with concerned eyes. "Desperate refugees clutch yellowed photographs, holding them up to anyone who will stop. A child's simple question, 'where are my mother and father?' There's very little hope for these refugees, refugees who can only wonder who, if anyone, will help." Tony walked over to the mess before looking at his reflection in the glass before clenching his jaw and he fired at the glass, having better control this time. He looked to his sister with a newfound determination.

"Suit up," he told her, meaning he would need her help. Audrey saw this and nodded before walking off and grabbing the case that held the suit the X-Men had given her. She went to the restroom they had down here and changed quickly into the black suit. It was slaveless, the material looking like a sleek leather. The pants looked to be boot cut, but it didn't come with boots. The top had a large X going from her shoulders to her hips and was trimmed in white. Thankfully, the material stretched so it would hug her body, yet still be breathable when she shifted. With it, she wore fingerless gloves that reached mid-bicep.

She then tied her hair up into a ponytail before coming out to see Tony in his own special clothing that he would wear under the suit. The floor panels opened up and he stepped into the boots when they came up, the rest being placed on him, and he raised his hands up into the gloves. Finally, it finished off by putting his helmet on him. With that, he turned to his sister to see her new duds and she smirked. With that, her eyes glowed gold and she shifted with a grunt. Tony smirked when he saw her new form that he had yet to see since learning about her. But now that he got to... he was glad she was on his side.

"Got a little present for you," he stated, walking over to a covered item and he pulled the sheet back. Audrey's gold eyes lit up when she saw it looked like a cycle... but one that could fly.

"Tony, you spoil me," she said with a chuckle before going over and hoping on. And revved it. "Let's go." With that, they flew out of there and headed for Gulmira. Upon arrival, they could see one of the Ten Rings beating up on a man while his wife and children were screaming and crying for him. Suddenly he was left there and forced to his knees, about to be shot. Audrey... now known as Wolf, growled and jumped down from her cycle and grabbed the terrorist by his wrist as she growled in his face, the man looking terrified. "Wrong move, pal," she snarled before breaking his wrist causing him to cry out in pain before she punched him, sending him flying while Tony landed behind her.