The Next America: Kid America

Entry 5- Stop Complaining... I'm About To Die Here!

   It was about five minutes in the quinjet until Tony started his complaining. I could hardly take any of it. It was giving me this headache!

   “Did we seriously have to take this to her house? It’s so bumpy.” He complained more.

   “Relax Stark, we are almost there. Just a couple more minutes.” Natasha replied, sounding annoyed as well.

   “Good, because I am getting a little bored right here.”

   I rolled my eyes and tried to make myself comfy for the ride ahead.

   “I’m getting annoyed by your complaining,” I mumbled to myself, hoping Tony didn’t hear it.

   “Excuse me?” I looked up at Tony and saw him raise his eye brow.

   “What? I didn’t say anything,” I lied.

  “Oh please! You did say somet-“ He was cut off before he could finish what he was saying.

   What was that explosion?

   I looked toward the front of the quinjet and saw fire... from a bomb maybe? Natasha and Clint were all over the controls trying to fix something. Was something wrong with the quinjet?

    “What’s going on?” I asked, looking outside.

    “We’re under attack!” Natasha yelled, trying to get control of the quinjet.

   I stood up and ran trying not to fall over. I reached to where Natasha and Clint were, and got a better view.

    “What is that thing?!” I exclaimed as I saw a large flying aircraft firing guns at us.

   “Someone who wants something… or someone.” Clint replied looking at me. I looked a little surprised.

    “T-they want me?”, I asked him looking at the ship again.

   “No they want me to make a cake- of course you!” I heard Tony say. I glared at him.

   “Is there a way you can see who is in the ship or something?” I asked looking back at Natasha and Clint.

  “Not unless they come out of the aircraft sadly.” Natasha answered quickly finally getting the quinjet to work again.

   I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, there was a large thump on top of the quinjet.

   “Well, I think we are about to find out who is trying to take us down.” Tony said as he stood up, dusting his pants and looking up at the same time.

    Then there was another thump, and two more after that.

    “We better get you off this thing before they come in.” Cap butted in. I turned around to look at him.

    “How? We are still I the air!”

    “Tony, you get her out of here. We will meet you back at the Stark Tower.”

    “Wait what? Why me?!” Cap just glared at Tony and he sighed. Then Tony walked over to me and held my wrist for a moment. I looked a little confused when he put a small bracelet on me.

    “Uh…” were the only words I could get out at the moment. But that soon changed. I saw Tony start to open the large door of the quinjet… that led to nothing but air and death.

    Tony came over to me and started to push me toward it. “Wait! Hey! What are you doing?!” I was about to say something else, but he pushed me off the edge.

    There I was: at the end of my line; falling to my death.

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“Cody! Cody!” I could hear somebody calling my name through the sound of me falling. I looked to my side and saw Tony. I was really mad at him for doing this to me.

“What?” I yelled back to him.

“Keep your body straight! That way it’ll be easier!” He yelled back at me.

“Easier for me to die?!” He glared at me the best he could since the wind was really hard on us. I hesitated, but did what he said.

“Good! Now arms and legs out!” I copied him and at that moment I could feel like something was crawling all over me. I did my best to look and got a glimpse of it. It was a metal. It surrounded my body at that moment and all I could see was total darkness for a moment.

Then several lights went on and small screens. I saw Tony look like he was in a suit too; I followed what he did. He looked like he was standing straight up with his hands like his feet.

“Mr. Stark, shall we go to Stark Tower?” I heard an English accent ask in the suit.

“Sure, come on Cody. Not that hard once you get used to it.” I then heard Tony’s voice loud and clear.

“What am I in?” I heard Tony laugh.

“You, my friend, are in an Iron Man suit. Don’t fan girl and stuff though.” I rolled my eyes at his answer as I still tried to get a hang of flying.

After a couple minutes I started to get the hang of it, and then we left to Stark Tower.

(A/N): That's short... but I hoped you enjoyed it.