'Tony, what's it feel like, flying?'
You and Tony were in his workshop, tinkering with his latest suit.
'Well, my little grasshopper, it feels amazing. The wind is so strong it almost sweeps me off course, and it's so loud I can hear it. The view is stunning and just the feel of flying gives me chills.' He says without missing a beat, absently working on the thrusters.
'That sounds thrilling.'
'It is.'
'Can I fly one of your suits?' You ask slowly.
Tony thinks for a moment.
'Heck no.'
'C'mon man, just for a few minutes. Please?'
'No.'
'Why.'
'You'll crash it.'
'You don't care.'
'Yes, I do.'
'No you don't.'
'No I don't.' Tony says with finality,'but you're still not flying it.'
'Please?' You whine for a few minutes, driving him nuts.
'Alright fine!' He bursts out,'but if there's a single scratch on it, I swear I'll kill you.'
'I won't, promise.' You say as you walk over to your favourite suit, Mark 2, and get in.
It immediately comes to life, identifying you.
You step off the podium effortlessly.' Okay, so far so good. Now, time to fly!'
You engage the thrust, letting out a small squeak when it shoots straight up out of the tower. You gasp when you see the view. Millions of people are walking on the streets, looking as tiny as bugs. There are some who have spotted you, and are holding their phones up to take a video. You decide to give them a little show, whipping through the air and zigzagging along the sky.
'This is amazing!' You shout into your comm to Tony, while he laughs in amusement, staring up at you clearly enjoying yourself.
'It is, isn't it? Now come back down, before the reporters show up.'
You let out a small aw, man before coming back down into Tony's workshop. You step out of the suit with flushed cheeks and wild eyes, and rush towards Tony.
'Thanks for letting me fly one of your suits.'
'Hey, it's no problem,' he shrugs,' you were good at it. Not the catastrophe I imagined.'
'Haha, very funny.' You elbow him in the ribs and get back to work.
'Maybe I could become the next Iron Man.' You tease him and laugh.
Tony taps his fingers against the table and nods seriously. 'Maybe you could.'
I especially love this one.
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-KS
