[𝟏] 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅: 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗮 𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁

"SO, UNTIL FURTHER notice, let's keep everything on my private server."

"Is it a secret, daddy?"

Tony turns around to see Claire standing in the doorway of the lab, holding the glass door opened as she stared at him. She didn't have her backpack on her, which meant that most likely she had left it upstairs after Happy must've picked her up.

"Hey, munchkin," Tony said with a soft smile. "How was school?"

"It was good," Claire said with a smile as she reached him, giving him a quick hug. "Are you working on a secret?" She asked again.

"Kind of, it's just to make sure that it doesn't wind up in the wrong hands." Tony explains.

Curiously, Claire moves to stand next to him as her eyes travel to the hologram image that was set on the table in front of them. Scanning the details of the holographic suit, her eyes widened as she realized what it was.

"Is this the..."

"Suit I used to get out from Afghanistan?" Tony finished for her. "Yeah, it is."

Claire stared at the holographic image, looking it over for every single detail that she could find in it. Her face scrunch up at how big and bulky it was as she giggled, "It's too bulky."

Tony gave a small chuckle. "I know, which is why I'm fixing it up to make Mark II."

Instantly, Claire looked up at her father with wide eyes. The idea of working on another project with her father sounded fun—and it was clearly something that she had missed doing with him while he had been gone in the last three months.

"Can I help?" Claire asked.

Tony nodded as he ruffled her hair. "I wouldn't want anyone else other than you helping me with this, munchkin."

Claire smiled brightly at his words as her eyes lit up with excitement, full-on ready to start working on another project with him—just like old times. She noticed that her father was about to start as she grabs his arm to stop him, shaking her head a little.

"Daddy, you're forgetting about something."

Tony gives her a curious look. "What am I forgetting?"

Rather than answering him, Claire calls out. "Jarvis?"

"Yes, Miss Stark?"

She smirks. "You know what to do."

"Of course, Miss Stark."

And so, Tony couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as Back To Black by AC/DC started playing.

"Dummy, you are of no benefit at all. Move down to the toe, I got this."

Claire looks up for a second to see her father working on the iron boot with Dummy before she goes back to work on the holographic diagram as she continued to rearrange certain parts into the form of the arm piece. As she clicked the last bolt into place, Claire stood on her tiptoes and moved her hand inside of the hologram, allowing it to envelop her arm. She grinned widely, studying the piece that she had just created.

"Daddy, I did it!"

Tony looked up from the boot of his suit, a smile appearing on his own face at the sight of hers as he watched Claire move her arm around in the air, the hologram bending with her just as the suit would eventually would.

"Of course you did it, munchkin," Tony praised with his smile, grabbing a nearby rag as he wiped the grease off of his hands while Dummy finished off the boot—the back of it to make room for the foot. He stands up and moves over, bending down in front of her as he lightly taps her nose. "You're one of the smartest people on earth, you can do anything you put your mind too."

Claire smiled widely before moving her free hand at the holographic piece on her arm, letting it disappear. "Flight test?" Claire questioned.

"Flight test," Tony confirmed. He stood up and fastened the straps over his shoulders then moved over to the middle of the lab. "Alright, you," he points over at his daughter. "Watch the screens and the numbers." Then, he points over at Dummy, who was holding a fire extinguisher. "You're on standby for fire safety."

With a grin on her face, Claire skipped over and moved behind the screens.

"Alright, activate hand controls for me."

Claire nodded and as she activated the hand controls, the suit roared to life as the sound echoed around the lab.

"Alright, start me nice and easy at ten percent thrust capacity."

Claire took a second to memorize the numbers before pressing the sequence of keys to activate the flight control. Then, she gives her father a thumbs up.

"Going in three... two... one."

The jet boots kicked to life, sending her father flying into the air and straight into the ceiling. His body hitting the concrete with a groan before it fell to the floor, Dummy spraying him with the fire extinguisher. Tony groaned, coughing from the fire suppressant as he swatted Dummy away, standing up while Claire was already writing down the numbers and going over it.

"So, we're gonna need flight stabilizers after all then."