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i paced around the room.
the t.v was on in the background and uncle rhodey was giving a statement about what happened at 'stark industries' yesterday.
"you've all received the official statement of what occurred at 'stark industries' last night. there have been unconfirmed reports that a robotic prototype malfunctioned and caused damage to the arc reactor. fortunately, a member of tony stark's personal security staff..."
i pulled my hoodie closer to me. i had a gash on my right thigh. ambrosia and nectar healed it, there wasn't even a scar. it still felt weird, though.
my dad was reading a newspaper article while pepper was tending his wounds.
last night, pepper had took my unconscious form to the car. i had fainted due to excessive power usage and blood loss combined. she found my dad on the roof, and uncle rhodey had arrived. he helped carry him to the car. they took us home.
pepper fed me nectar, while i was unconscious. i came to my senses a few hours later with no leg injury.
i sat down in a chair. i tried to read the front cover of the article my dad was reading. 'who is the iron man?' it said.
"hah!" i exclaimed pointing at him, "told you iron man is a cool nickname."
my dad made an 'eh' face. "what can i say? it grows on you."
"i made it," i muttered smirking.
"iron man, iron man, iron man. it's kind of catchy," my dad repeated. "it's kind of evocative, the imagery, anyway. i mean, it's not technically accurate. the suit's a gold-titanium alloy—"
"iron. man." i cut him off with a firm voice.
he looked up at me and pursed his lips. i raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to go against it. he just gulped and nodded before looking back down.
