Spider-Man and The Renegade

Chapter Six: The Way Tony Stark Totally Upstaged a Teenager

"Oh my god." Calliope looked around the lab. Sleek metal tables lit up with light blue holograms filled the entryway. A little person-shaped figure lit up, fully autonomically correct. Tony grinned and grabbed Calliope's shoulder to walk her in a little further. She looked at the figure, nearing closer she noticed the features were startlingly like her own. A little bit longer of a face, the same large eyes and puckered lips. There were a few decorative chevrons on the front of the outfit the tiny person wore.

"FRIDAY, pull up the schematics of Renegade Mark 2," Tony spoke. The little suit grew taller, and it's tiny face grew to show a mirror image of Calliope but in Tony's suit. It slowly went full color, as if it was flooding from the bottom and reaching the top. "You like it? I went with your colors from the security tapes."

Calliope nodded. The sleek navy blue base looked almost regal under the white and bits of silver. She glanced up. "It's beautiful," She looked at the face. "Is there a mask?" Tony almost seemed to jump at the mention of it.

"Yes, there is, kiddo." Tony looked at the hologram, "FRI, pull up R-Mark 2 with the mask." The small hologram Calliope tugged out a mask and covered her little face. The mask looked sleek, a white-grey color, not the same silver as the other detailing of the suit, but with a good level of matte finish. "I tried to leave some of your most memorable components as main parts of your suit, hence the color scheme, the mask, the chevron--though I did add a fair amount of my Tony Stark touch."

Calliope still stared at it. Her eyes scanned it up and down, still as mesmerized by its appearance as she had been before. "I seriously feel like this is a fever dream." Calliope lifted her hand to turn the model, she flinched and her hand halted before she could touch it. She turned to Tony, "Can I touch?" Tony's face changed to one of almost a proud nature, nearly indistinguishable between if he was proud of himself or the fact that he had a teenager so interested in something he had created.

"Of course." Tony said. Calliope reached her hand forward almost before he could finish what he was saying. Her hand moved in the air, almost naturally they way it moved so fluidly and gently. She caused the hologram to turn, seeing the continual silver chevron wrap around the waist of the bodice, a second wrapping and facing upward. There were a few scattered around the suit, all wrapping completely around each major joint. She swished her hand and moved it so the hand raised, she viewed the fingerless gloves, they ended just under the knuckles in a chevron pattern--appearing to fit extremely comfortably.

"Hey, kid, why don't you try it on? I might as well show you how it works." Calliope's eyes went wide at Tony's suggestion. He showed a sliver of his teeth in a toothy grin, "You like that idea, I'm assuming? I'll go grab the real thing. Stay put." Calliope's face didn't change as Tony turned and left the lab, the door sliding open smoothly and closing promptly behind him. She looked at the model suit again. It must have acted as some sort of hypnotical object, pulling in Calliope's attention until Happy coughed.

"Holy shit!" Calliope jumped and turned to see the bodyguard standing off towards the side. Happy seemed startled by her outburst.

"Language, Green," Happy said, he kept a stoic appearance-unmoving in his unwavering bout of no emotion.

"Wh-when did you get here?" She stammered, her heart still pounding from the remembrance of Happy's presence.

"I've been here, It's literally my job." Happy folded his arms. The door opened back up and Tony came in with the navy blue suit in his arms.

Tony's eyes scoured the pair up and down, "Man, you guys look tense." Tony walked towards Calliope and tossed the suit in her direction. She grabbed it from the air. It was light and looked significantly looser than the modeled version. She moved it around in her hands, feeling the tougher material of the built-in soles. Calliope straightened the suit, the feet fell clunkily, despite hitting the floor with almost no sound. "There's basically a sound muffler in that bad boy, also--they're anti-scuff. Gotta keep up on that appearance."