[1] Taeyong Lee-Stark and the League of Heroes

07 - My huckleberry friend, Moon river and me.

PREVIOUSLY ON: League of Superheroes

Tony decides to tell his best friend, Rhodey about his new project. Except, Rhodey doesn't share his vision in wanting to make everything independent (read: not involve the army). The image that he's created for himself as the Merchant of Death is hard to get rid of. Now Obadiah comes to him bearing news that his own board members are trying to get rid of him in his own company. No one seems to care that Tony doesn't want to make weapons anymore, all they want is weapons. Well all except Taeyong, who very much shared his fathers vision.

So together the both of them start to make Tony's suit.

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Taeyong had watched his father continue to make his suit, helping him in compromising a stabilizer belt, watching his father slave away to make the partially-crohn's propulsion boots and then supported him in finding a new way to make the Mark II gauntlets. They worked much better now, and Taeyong had also been completing his homework on the side lines, so schooling really wasn't that big of an issue. In fact, it was the simpler things that Taeyong learned through Jarvis's teachings in science that spurred on new ideas for his father to use.

The two had grown significantly closer during the making of Tony's new suit. It was something for them both to work on, but also something to momentarily make them forget about what was going on in the outside world. Taeyong had also brought down Mark and Johnny with him so that they could also help in making the suit. But really, the three boys would play around in the slightly dangerous lab whilst Tony continued to work on the suit.

Taeyong was currently sitting on his father's big working chair. The boy was small enough, he made the chair look like it was going to swallow him. But Taeyong had two pillows propped on the seat, making him both taller and comfier. Something that the younger prided in, it was comfy and practical. "So what am I supposed to be doing?" Taeyong asked, looking at his dad who was now standing in his suit, still connected to various tubes and wires. He reminded the young boy of a crazy science experiment. Taeyong didn't know if it was supposed to be funny or something he should be cautious about, his father did fall and destroy one of his cars.

"You are in charge of making sure I'm doing all right, just checking on the vitals and in-flight system."

Taeyong nodded, none of that actually going into his little head, "of course. So... when do I get to go in the suit?"

Tony looked over at Taeyong and gave him a small smile, "I'll make you one."

Taeyong grinned and nodded, "sweet! Okay, so are you going to start flying now?"

Tony looked ahead of him, tilting his chin up and staring at the messy lab in front of him. He made the same face that he did when he was on camera, or in front of anyone tha carried themselves with poise and elegance. He rendered himself as the stubborn and arrogant man he made himself to be in front of cameras. Tony Stark. The merchant of Death. With that relaying in his mind, Tony thought back to the cave. He wasn't the merchant of death anymore. He was going to change.

Tony fired up his boots, feeling the suit warm his body and start to slightly hover. He flexed his knuckles slightly and felt a slight heat attack his palm, the gloves started to stabilise. "We're gonna need to do something about the heat," he told Taeyong.

"Ice! Something to deflect the heat!" the younger iped up.

Tony smiled form behind the mask, "ice indeed."

He started to tilt in the air, moving forward with slight anxiety. He didn't feel stable on the flight system quite yet, but then that faded away. He wasn't falling, he was still hovering, so with a new found confidence, the man started to 'surf' the air. Slowly maintaining his balance and getting the hang of it. "You look cool," he heard Taeyong's voice clear in the suit's mask. Tony started to venture forward, moving along the expanse of his lab. He hovered close to Taeyong who lifted his smaller hand and placed it over Tony's chest. "You're flying!" the younger gushed, a headset to big over his head as he shouted this into the mic.