The Iron Woman

No Champagne

Peter ran in a black and white suit and tie. I must confess he looked very handsome. I never call Peter hot. He once told me something that May told him. Never call a woman hot, she's a woman not a cup of tea. Ever since then I've never called anyone hot, man or woman. When you think about it, it really does sound offensive. Anyways, he looked handsome. It was a nice change from his usual bedhead. He never bothered to brush it, so this was nice.

"Wait!" Peter yelled.

"Please don't tell me I have to watch two kids at the expo," Rhodey said disappointingly.

"I am 25 years old, I am an adult." I corrected.

"And I'm 24, also an adult." Peter added. Sounding slightly offended.

"Uh no, you dusted so technically you're eighteen." I said.

"But I'm still an adult." He persisted.

"If you were adults you would have stopped talking ten minutes ago and been at the expo by now. So come on." Rhodey said impatiently.

He had a point. Being punctual was not in my description. I really was always a quiet kid, shy, aggressive. After my father died something just, changed. It was weird. I wasn't myself anymore. I was never on time, I was always partying, drowning myself in alcohol and despair. I was awful, and exactly like him. We walked with Rhodey to his War machine suit. He stepped into us then picked us up. I looked over at Peter who was terrified. I chuckled at his expression. It was adorable.

"Uh, Mr. Rhodes, sir?" He stuttered.

       Without replying he took off, flying in the direction of California. As altitude increased it got extremely hard to breath. Rhodes dropped us into some old suits I'd been tinkering with. I was now in my Mark 42 specially designed suit my dad had made for me a couple years ago. Peter flew next to me in a Mark 50 design. As we neared the expo Rhodes spoke.

"Go through the roof entrance. That's where the most people are." He said.

"Copy that." I replied.

Peter and I flew in threw the roof entrance and landed on stage. You'd think most people would be nervous to just hop on stage and start talking, and years ago I might have been, but now I didn't hesitate. The crowd erupted with cheers when they saw our faces. I stepped out of my suit and took the mic.

"Hello there. I'm... well you know who I am and you know where you are. So I'm going to skip the sappy intro and say have fun, drink to your hearts content, and party you're asses off. Peace."

Throwing up the peace sign I walked off the stage. Peter stumbled off the stage catching up with me. The crowd went wild as Peter and I stepped off of the stage. Rhodes was waiting for us at the floor.

"God you are just like your father." Rhodey said. He rolled his eyes a bit. He loved my father, it was his best friend, but dad didn't want me to be like him. So naturally neither did Rhodey, and that's where we butted heads.

"And that's a bad thing?" I asked.

"At times." Rhodey admitted.

"Last time I checked he saved your ass, multiple times. Like too many to count I mean seriously..." I defended.

"Alright! Alright. I get your point." Rhodey stated. Obviously annoyed.

"I figured. Now, where's the bar?" I asked.

Rhodes laughed. "Right, cause I'm gonna let you drink."

"You can't stop me." I said.

"You're right I can't... but she can." Rhodey replied.