Tony's POV
My father is dead.
Someone killed him because he was getting too advanced in the war. Because we were finally winning. They spotted our power source and they shut it down.
Typical.
That's what people do when they're afraid. They find their own weakness, which might just be someone else's power, and they kill it off. One way or another.
People can't stand the thought of not being all powerful. Hell, if they could, we wouldn't be in the middle of World War III. But no. Instead we chose to fight a losing battle, even when this war ends, what will either side have gained?
Absolutely nothing.
We're gaining nothing and losing everything. My father died trying to end this war, and if that's how I go out then so be it.
After the first suit, I knew I had to make a better one. This suit could save people.
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Three weeks later
I've finished the first suit and tested it. It took me a while to get the hang of how to use it, but it works really well.
After a few days I started wading into the war, I kept lines open with people I knew in the Air Force bases to make sure they didn't shoot me down.
It was rough at first, but I got used to it. I may have been a teen-ager, but I wasn't planning on sitting on the sidelines while I could be helping.
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One year later (time is now caught up with Rogers)
"Jarvis, run the tests." My voice rung out in the lab. I've just finished creating a new element for the arch reactor in my chest. The element that I was using before was killing me.
"Yes, sir. Running tests now." The AI replied in the automated British accent.
I walked out of the lab and back to my dorm room to find a bald man with an eyepatch sitting in the corner.
"Who are you?" I asked with a bored tone. This wouldn't be the first time a guard had showed up in my room.
"Director Fury, of SHIELD." He replied smoothly.
"And what, exactly, are you doing here?" I asked, a bit more interested. He hesitated a moment, looking like he was trying to find the right words.
"There's an idea. It's called The Avenger Initiative. We want to form a group of incredible people to help win this war and the next." He paused a moment. "We want you to be a part of it." He finished, his eyebrows raised.
"Sorry, I don't want to be a part of your super secret boy-band." I laughed and turned around, putting some of my things away.
"You seem to think that you're the only Superhero out there. Well guess what. You're not. And right now we need a response team in this war. We need an elite team to help us end it. I know that you won't say yes right now, but at least consider it." and with that he stood up and left the room.
I will admit that he shocked me a bit, but I don't give in easily.
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Two weeks later
I was on the battle field when I saw a SHIELD ship crash landing about one hundred yards away from where I fought. The back opened and three people jumped out. I recognized one of them immediately.
Steve.
Also known as 'Captain America'. My dad's last creation.
So he made it onto the team of incredible people.
I watched as the three of them fought. They were terribly uncoordinated, and were horrible at working as a team, they seamed to be missing something. Though I couldn't place what it was, they were definitely missing something...
As I watched, a large guy bulldozed over Steve. I muttered "Shit" and flew in to help. I knocked the big guy out on impact. and I flew back around to the others and landed behind them, protecting their backside because they clearly couldn't do it.
There still seamed to be something missing but it felt a little less daunting as I finally accepted my fate on the Avengers team.
A few days after that particular battle I found Fury sitting in my dorm again.
"Yes." I said as I entered the room.
"Yes, what?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
"Yes. I'll join your super secret boy-band." I said with a defeated half laugh. He nodded and stood up.
"No more working on your own after all, Stark." He patted my back and left the room. I let out a sigh and face planted on my bed. This meant I had to work with Steve.
I don't want to.
It's childish, I know. But I'm a teenager, I get to be childish every once and a while. Maybe we'll get along. Who knows, I've changed a lot in the past year.
