Stars and Steel [My Hero Academia x Ironman Male Reader]

Origin

Ｓｏｍｅｗｈｅｒｅ, Ｕｎｉｔｅｄ Ｓｔａｔｅｓ, ２１ＸＸ

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"I'm sorry young man, but being a hero is out of the picture for you."

Those words shook me to my core. I was a young child at that time with aspiring dreams of being what every kid wanted to be: a hero. Somebody to protect people who cant protect themselves, protect people who don't know 𝘩𝘰𝘸 to protect themselves. I didn't think of it that deeply at the time, but as I grew older the reason for being a hero broadened. 

I'm Y/N L/N. Many people know me as "Ironman". I'm a totally quirkless superhero. "How is that possible?" You might ask? To be honest, because I fucking wanted to be! I mean, who the hell am I gonna let be in my way of my path to success? 
I'm getting carried away, let's get back to the thing- the moment I'm talking about.
"Wait, there's gotta be something wrong doctor? I mean- It's rare for a child in this day and age 𝘯𝘰𝘵 to have a quirk! I'm sure he's just developing it late, right?"
"As much as I wish that was the case Mr. L/N, this is an unfortunate circumstance. Your son does not have a quirk."

Man, I remember that day like it was yesterday! It was such a pivotal moment in my life. It's like when people talk about being struck down and getting back on their feet, only it'd take me years to learn how to walk after that bullet. The bullet being what the doctor said.
"Look doc, I have a quirk! His mother may not have a quirk, but my entire family has had quirks! How could our son not have a quirk? And for Christ sake, how will my son grow up to be successful without one?! Are you telling me everything I had planned out for him was all in vain?!"

And with that, my dad grabbed my hand and walk me straight out of the doctors office! I had tears rolling down both our faces, my dreams were just shattered in front of my eyes and in between my ears. Imagine being that young and having to deal with that kind of thought? Yeah, sucks. But thankfully for me, my father ran a business that was 'tailored to superheroes' if you will. My father built all kinds of machinery. He had equipment for all kinds of stuff to help people in need.

But most importantly, to keep money steady, he built weapons. 
That extra firepower that gave the edge in competition if you will, because dad always saw hero VS villain as a competition. It was a good way to look at how you could profit off death and destruction. Think of a video game, you toughen up your guy with all this equipment, right? You upgrade 'em, and then he goes against the guy you're fighting and beats him because of those upgrades. Dad thought of it like that. If a person had a quirk that related to fire, he'd build these huge flamethrowers that could go on your arms and blast fire, if you had a quirk related to ice, he'd basically build a portable ice machine that could work as a weapon, if you had a quirk related to sound, he could build a huge fuckin' sound amplifier to fit right on ya back- or wherever the fuck you wanted it! As long as you gave that cash moola then we were set! Buddy buddy and allat. It was perfect. Perfect for superheroes that didn't wanna really be a hero. 
We weren't the biggest company mind you, we we're relatively stuck in the United States in terms of business, but my dad tried his damned hardest to make us known. "𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙏𝙚𝙘𝙝 will be the first thing people think of when they hear success, Y/N!" Is what my dad always said. "They'll think of you and me!" It was awesome to see a man of his background have such motivation. My dad didn't have it easy, his mother was abusive, but his dad tried his best to shield him from it, but it wasn't easy. I don't wanna veer off topic, I'm known for that.

But just like my dreams in the doctors office that day, my dad's were crushed. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to give ChampeonTech- 𝘶𝘴, the limelight we needed for our breakthrough. Yeah sure, local heroes bought from us, but it never went further than that. We stayed in that tiny carport at home working our asses off. And yeah, it wasn't even a garage! It was a little roof on the side of my grandmas house, because my dad couldn't afford any house for us to live in due to buying the necessary items to build the tech.

I won't forget the final time I talked with my dad. It was late at night, you could hear the crickets clearly, occasional cars passing by our neighborhood road. Me and him we're working on a new invention of his he'd introduced to me a week prior- a 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵. This time, it wasn't for people with quirks, it wasn't for money or for business, it was a project I assumed he was working on for fun. I never saw him do anything like that. 

"I thought, y'know, why not do something like this? I've never seen anything like it. A suit that can protect yourself and others. And to be honest, it looks hella cool, doesn't it?" My dad laughed, I laughed to. We both laughed. We had a good time that night. The suit itself barely got past a draft stage, before my dad suddenly passed away. It was cancer, he'd been hiding it from he until that very night. I was to young to notice. I went to bed and woke up to never see him again. 

From that point on, I continued his work. The business had to be closed, because to be honest, I didn't know if I could run it. Maybe I'd reopen it at some point, who knows. I wanted to continue doing what my father did best- 𝘐𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. With my knowledge as well, maybe it could help me be a superhero? Then it clicked. The suit. The suit is my key to becoming a superhero, like my dad- Like I always wanted. I could build this suit and rebuild it until it was perfected. I'd make the perfect suit to make me fight on level with All Might, with him, and if need be, against him. I'd become what my dad said that night. An '𝙄𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙣.'.

Y/N L/N, '𝙄𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙣'
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credit to txjeeper1972 for the header image
i editied an ai photo done by macliento on reddit of iron man, just took off his beard and moustache horribly cuz yknow y/n isn't like 40 some years old