Pyromaniacs (Watty Awards)

[]Chapter 6[]

Fury had absolutely no issue with me becoming an Avenger. In fact, he already had a name and suit idea for me, which I was heading to at the moment. 

Let me just make it clear, I meant I was heading towards the room where my suit idea was held. My Avenger's name would be Pyra, for my fire abilities.

The door opened, but I didn't take too much joy out of the sound. It was already growing old. Anyway, the room was actually rather cold, much colder than the rest of the ship. It was strange really, but I guessed there were plenty of rules and procedures I would hear about eventually.

One costume sat in the middle of the room, having slight alterations being made as I watched. It was a bright red, and fit just like Steve's suit. So in other words: it was a catsuit. 

The boots and gloves were an fiery orange color, with yellow blended in. My mask was the same way. I stood there, admiring it for a moment. It was nothing like I had ever seen before.

The workers looked up at me, finally acknowledging my presence. "Oh! Look everybody, Pyra's here! We better get working on fittings," one of the women said, and immediately lead me closer. She handed me a belt, same pattern as the gloves, boots, and mask.

"This button here summons your suit," she explained, pointing to the button in the middle. By now it was strapped around my waist. Perfect fit.

I pressed the button, and then looked down as I felt a breeze of air. My clothes were now on the mannequin, and the fiery suit was on my body. Boots, mask, gloves, and all. To be honest it was tighter than I was used too, but actually very comfortable. It fit the way it was supposed too.

My belt remained in place, surprisingly. "This button sends a help call. Don't press it now though. This one shoots out rope, and this one here is a tracking device which is currently on. Over here, this button is a cell phone of sorts. When you press it, just say a name and it will call that person. If you are getting a call, a small beep goes off near your ear," she finished, pointing to various buttons. I memorized them on the spot, knowing it was important.

I nodded my gratitude. "Oh and one more thing, press the main button again and your regular clothes will return," the seamstress finished. I thought it was absolutely amazing the way my suit worked. It still felt like a dream.

The door opened once again as I was dismissed, and I hurried back out to talk to Tony. I pressed the main button once again, now back in my black Linkin Park t-shirt and some skinny jeans. My ever present boots appeared on my feet. No bags. I didn't like bags.

I wandered around the ship, searching for Tony. I had never really gotten a tour, and I was nearly completely lost. After about half an hour of pointless searching, I went back to my room to get on some gym shorts and a baggy t-shirt for training.

The room was empty, so I could train in peace. I dragged one of Steve's punching bags over from a corner, and hung it up without much issue. I didn't have any super strength, I was just naturally strong.

I pulled on some gloves and located a radio, then found a rock channel and began to beat at the bag of sand. My hair was once again tucked up in a pony tail.

Who knows how long I sat there, punching the bag? My estimation was around an hour, and I figured it was still around nine o clock, when someone joined me. 

I didn't really look up to see who it was, because as some people say I was "in the zone", so I just prayed they weren't there to hurt me and continued fighting the sand.

Two hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a hug. Tony. I immediately thought, and turned to face him, laughing when I noticed I was right.