Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction *revised*
So now I was alone in the garage. Well, that was a big change from when Tony had told me never to come in here, and an even bigger change from when he’d blown his top when I confessed that I had. The first thing I thought of was to go and play the piano, but the spare parts I had returned caught my eye.
I picked up a gauntlet prototype, which was basically a wire frame with a repulsor that strapped over the palm. I found one of Tony’s old, extra arc reactors and hooked it up. The gauntlet hummed into life.
“I’d advise you not to play around with that, Miss Stark,” JARVIS cautioned.
“Don’t you remember, Jarv?” I murmured, putting the gauntlet on and adjusting it slightly. “I know how this works. In theory.”
It was literally ten whole minutes before the attack happened. I know because I glanced at the clock on JARVIS’ display just before the wall came smashing in.
“Miss Stark, we have incoming hostiles,” JARVIS warned. “May I suggest you hide immediately.”
“Hide?”I echoed. “Where can I hide?!”
Objects went flying around the room as I staggered backward and two huge figures came flying toward me, landing with a loud clunk. In a split second I realized they were two robots decked out with huge guns that they fired--on me.
I dived behind a steel rack of spare parts, screaming. But JARVIS--and Tony--surprised me yet again when a panel opened up in the floor revealing a smaller version of what I recognized as a Stark Smart weapon.
"Take cover," said JARVIS as it fired at the robots.
Gunfire echoed in the workshop as I scrambled back, trying to find a better hiding place. "What are these things?"
"Hammerdrones, apparently manufactured by Hammer Industries as a response to the Iron Man suit," replied JARVIS calmly as glass splintered and showered across the room.
"Why are they here??" I was totally freaking out. One approached, and on impulse, I lifted my hand.
FZZAAAMM! The blast tore off one drone’s arm.
“Oh boy,” I said. “Let’s do that again.”
The drones were tough--they kept on going, and one of them destroyed the defense gun with a blast. JARVIS opened up another set hidden in the ceiling, but the drones rolled out of the way and targeted me.
I jumped into a small sports car that Tony kept in the workshop (for no apparent reason) and kept on firing the gauntlet, gripping the arc reactor in my free hand and hoping I wouldn't get hit.
The drones were directly in front of me now.
That's when I noticed the key was still in the ignition.
In a moment of impulsive bravery, I twisted it hard and put all my weight on the gas pedal. The car shot forward with a terrific scream of tires, plowing through tables (and what was left of our particle accelerator. So much for that.) I kept my head down and clutched the wheel as the car hit the first drone. Bullets sprayed everywhere as the car made a mad spin, pinning the drone against the wall. Confident it was busted enough, I spotted the other drone behind me, still occupied with JARVIS' mansion defenses. Before I could panic, JARVIS said "Reverse."
I yanked the gear stick into reverse and turned the wheel sharply, getting the car to perform a clumsy turn, catching the second drone around the midriff and running it down.
I was still screaming, but it was over. Smoke from both the guns and the engine filled the air and I was surrounded by wreckage everywhere. Tony was going to kill me. But those drones were so close to killing me! Had Hammer sent them?? Why would he do that?
It suddenly hit me. Maybe not Hammer--but Ivan Vanko.
I opened the door of the car and stumbled out, feeling sick after what had just happened. My knees buckled and I stumbled.
There was a faint whirring sound. Dummy, Tony's mechanical arm assistant, placed something on the floor next to me. The arc reactor! I didn’t know I’d dropped it. It had been torn away from the gauntlet as I pulled the car into reverse.
I hooked it up again and saw the familiar glow come from my palm. That had worked. That had actually WORKED. And someone had tried to kill me. Somewhere out there, the same person might be using these things to try to kill my uncle too. One thing was certain--he needed help. A lot of help.
And maybe I could give it to him.