My name is Caleb
I am the son of Tony Stark or otherwise known as Iron Man.
Now, my father is deteriorating because of the overuse of his Iron Man suit.
Maybe telling the entire world his new superhero identity was the wrong thing to do...
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3rd P.O.V
"Jarvis, are you trying to take back control over Rhodey's suit?" Caleb asked, running on the direction were his dad and Rhodes had went.
He was dodging the drones and thrusting his hands here and there to save some people from getting hit by bullets.
"Yes, sir, but the suit won't restart." Jarvis said.
"Well, try again!" Caleb yelled.
Then, as he ran, Caleb thought of something.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"These things don't know how to turn." He declared.
"Got it."
Caleb kept running. He felt a burning in his chest, but ignored it. He didn't want to teleport since he concentrated his powers on saving people. He couldn't use to much or it drained him. At one point, he heard a loud boom and looked up. They had just exploded earth. Well, the drones had just exploded earth.
He doubled his speed and arrived at the oracle, where, seconds later, Rhodes took Tony. He entered inside. He went to help his dad out of James' grasp, but he felt a kick be delivered to his stomach and fell back. He grunted in confusion. Nothing had hit him. Again.
He stood up as Natasha's voice rang through their helmets.
"Reboot complete You got your best friend back."
"Thank you very much, Agent Romanoff."
"Well done on the new chest piece. I am reading significant higher output and your vitals all look promising."
"Yes, for the moment, I'm not dying. Thank you."
"What do you mean you're not dying? Did you just say you're dying?" Pepper asked in a panic.
Caleb snorted.
"You're fucked, dad." He said.
There was still a burning in his chest, but he ignored.
"Is that you? No, I'm not. Not anymore."
"What's going on?" Potts yelled.
"I was going to tell you. I didn't want to alarm you."
"You were gonna tell me? You really were dying?"
"You didn't let me."
"Why didn't you tell me that?"
"I was gonna make you an omelette and tell you."
"Hey, hey. Save it for the honeymoon. You got incoming Tony. Looks like the fight's coming to you." Natasha interrupted.
