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

08 - Finding out Who the Loyal Ones are

PREVIOUSLY ON: League of Superheroes

Taeyong and Tony both continue to work on the suit together. What other people would call a dangerous situation to put a nine year-old boy in, the two would turn around and argue is a relatively close bonding session. Taeyong wakes up form his little sleepover with Johnny and Mark to help his father start flying, and flying they do. Taeyong in the safety of Tony's lab. Which is great because the genius managed to crash his suit through three ceilings in his mansion.

The suit seems to need a few more adjustments before it's finally finished. 

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Tony was in the workshop, completing the final design for the suit, also making a few add-ons for the flight sequence but other than that, the suit was going really well. It was weird, working on the suit without Taeyong occasionally adding in his rather limited scientific input or just having him on the side, completing his homework. The younger was staying over at Johnny and Mark's place, having a sleepover with the boys, whilst Tony continued to stay down in his lab, all cooped up on his own. Rather sad to be honest.

The suit was hanging neatly on its own platform whilst Tony started to work on the fastening the terminal through the holographic screen in front of him. The screens were alive and scrolling a lot of data, that the genius quickly glanced over. His own plasma television was low in the background, making more light whilst also adding in some sense of sound. Other than the deafening music of ACDC that Taeyong hadn't found a taste in liking. Tony was going to have to do something about his son's taste in music.

"That was quite dangerous, Sir." Jarvis said in reference to the flying test that Tony had succeeded in completing a week ago. "May I remind you, if the suit loses power, so does your heart."

"Yeah, and it doesn't have a seat belt either," Tony said, scrolling through the data in front of him. "A few issues: main transducer felt sluggish at plus forty altitude. Same goes for hull pressurization. I'm thinking icing might be a factor," Tony told his A.I. system. "It seems like Taeyong's idea of ice helped with the heat, but now we need to do something about the actual ice when I'm that high in the atmosphere."

"Are you saying you're going to be trying to fly higher against, Sir?"

Tony slowed down with his work and sighed, "you never know Jarvis. Give me something here."

"The suit isn't rated for high altitude. You're expanding eight percent power just heating and pressurizing."

"Re-configure using the gold-titanium alloy from the Seraphim Tactical Satellite. It should ensure fuselage integrity to 50 thousand feet, while maintaining power-to-weight ratio," he said.

"Shall I render, utilizing proposed specifications?" Jarvis asked.

Tony spun in his chair, sitting back and letting his bones ache into the chair, "wow me." Displayed on the screen in front of him, was the Mark III prototype, being built by Jarvis with all of Tony's instructions in mind. The final product appeared on the screen before the mechanical elements were to take place by robots and helpful hands. It was an all-gold version of the Mark III. Tony stared at the suit for a second before humming, "bit ostentatious, don't you think?"

Tony's eyes flickered back over to his cars, the three that were damaged. He winced thinking about the repairs, and then remembered hearing Taeyong interest in wanting to fix it up. Maybe that could be another project once the suit was made. Tony looks down at his hot-rod and motorcycle. "Add a little red, would you?" he told his A.I.