Dove and Dart (Under Extreme Editing)

Science and Suits

Adrian:

"Is that a quantum field generator?" I walked over and touched the flat table that was hovering against the wall. As soon as my hand was in contact with its surface, a 3-D virtual model of my hand was hovering in the air.

I walked over to one of the display panels, noting the irregular readings for radiation and then realizing the readings were from Hulk's medical records. "Honestly that much radiation should be tearing you apart, the fact that your hormones keep it in check and that the power it gives you counteracts the damages it is doing to your body is impressive." I pointed at Bruce Banner, now thoroughly impressed with his ability to stay in control.

I picked up a stylus and began swiping through the SHIELD that were pulled up on each of us.

"Only some of us actually contain the X gene, but others," I turned and looked at Dylan, wondering why this hasn't occurred to me before," others of us were tested on and despite the lack of the gene itself, still have similar results. Captain America's strength comes from the formula which is fueled by what is already inside, but why has it shown no signs of wearing off? And if it ever begins to, how will that effect his aging? Likewise, if the experimentation on us mutants wore off, how would that effect our human bodies and minds?" I was mumbling all this to myself, thoroughly happy to have such an abundance of information at my fingertips.

The last thing I inspected was the 3-D printing machine that was standing in the middle of the room.

"Christmas came early this year."

Stark walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "This is how we will make your armor and suits. This technology allows us to design, modify, and repair all of our gear efficiently."

"You have to have done some major coding on this if you are able to print suits." The machine was a total badass in itself and I hadn't even seen it in action yet.

"Eh, no big deal." Tony shrugs and turns to the rest of my team. They were all looking around the room in amazement at all the high tech gear. A few weird glanced were being thrown my way, likely due to my little geek out session.

Having duplicates of myself always me to have them learn things I need to or have to know, and then when I combine back into singular form I gain the knowledge they obtained. Thus, I am kind of a genius.

"So who wants to design their suit first?"

Dove's hand shot up in the air in excitement. "Me!"

Tony waved her over and had her stand in front of the sensor. A screen in front of her showed a virtual three dimensional diagram of her body.

"You need to moves around some so the sensors can calibrate the way you move. Also, you can show your wings off for this."

She removed the brown leather jacket she had been wearing and her wings unfurled in all their glory.

It was both freaky and cool that one of my friends had wings. But, then again, there was an infinite number of me.

I watched the machine as it scanned her, calibrating her measurements as she turned this way and that and jogged in place as Tony instructed her to.

The coding on machine was insane.

She started specifying how her uniform should look, describing her needs when she maneuvered in the air and the machine began shaping the pieces, 3-D printing them upon a mannequin that it had printed to her exact size and shape.

It was amazing to see the materials form out of seemingly thin air, but I knew it was just an additive process that began at a molecular level. Tony must have figured out a way to speed up the process exponentially because the pieces were appearing in minutes rather than hours.