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Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction *revised*

Desperate Measures

Everybody was so busy that they didn't seem to bother what I do, and I guess that was just as well, since what I planned to do was pretty crazy. I hid around the house, monitoring everyone carefully. Tony wasn’t home all the time; as Iron Man, there was usually something or other he had to deal with, a few lives that needed saving. Sometimes he left the house as just Tony Stark at a party, dinner or meeting. He was accompanied, all the time, by Natalie Rushman. They usually left Happy behind to keep an eye on me. But Happy, I noted, was extremely obsessed with perimeter checks and fire safety that he didn’t pay much attention to me as long as I was in the house. I seized the opportunity to sneak into the garage, armed with my weapon of choice—the Frannie.

The Frannie was the touch-screen device I sometimes wore attached to my wrist. It was improved from an ancient, defective early prototype of a failed Starkphone, but I’d used my knack for fixing and making things to turn it into a fully-functioning multi-tool. The Frannie usually spent its days in a cupboard in my dorm room, but it was just as versatile—and even more—than your average iPad.

“Miss Stark, for everyone’s sake, I am giving you fair warning not to come in here,” JARVIS said as I approached.

“Ssh,” I said. “I really like you, JARVIS, you’re a good robot. It’s just…” I fiddled with the Frannie. “I’m kind of on a mission.” The security keypad on the door turned green and it slid open. I grinned. Security codes? First thing I had ever taught myself to crack.

Before the alarms could come on, I overrode the system and shut them off. I swear if JARVIS had a face right now, he'd be staring at me with jaw wide open.

"And I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell my uncle," I said. "I won't be here long. Just to get what I need."

So the thing was, I knew I wasn't safe here. I knew I had to protect myself and, to an extent, protect Tony too. The only way I thought I could do that was rip my own uncle off, like a boss, and create a suit of armor that I could count on to protect myself. Luckily, I was right next to the motherlode--the SI database. The reason why nobody could replicate the suit before was A. they didn't have the right tech and designs and B. They weren't smart enough.

I was.

I used the Frannie to download every file I could find on the building of the Iron Man suit, sent the files to my laptop so the memory wouldn't be too full then rummaged around looking for scrap metal. I was in luck--there was a lot. Spare parts, stuff that was stowed away because they didn't look like they could be fixed. Either that or Tony was just being lazy, because as far as I was concerned, this place was a treasure trove of stuff. I really hit gold when I found a whole drawerful of extra arc reactors. Surprisingly, some of them were burned out, but most were fresh and only needed to be plugged into something to work.

"I wonder what the used ones were doing here," I said aloud, hoping JARVIS would answer. But he didn't--darn computer was probably sulking.

I quickly grabbed one and stuffed it into the big leather backpack along with several other things. I also managed to nab some extra tools. This work couldn't be completed here; I had to do it up in my room, and God forbid that anyone should ever find me.

I made sure to wipe all traces of my having copied the files. One thing that came out of being so quiet—the tendency to be meticulous and thorough as well. Upon exit, I relocked the door.
And now, a quick security check.

“JARVIS, have I entered the garage anytime recently?” I asked.

“No, ma’am, as I recall, you aren’t allowed to be in here.”

I nodded. “Yeah, exactly.”

---
In the week leading up to Tony’s birthday party, I kept to my room, using all manner of tools to assemble a working armor for myself—altered slightly to fit me, of course. Well, I assumed it was working; the HUD functioned and everything that was supposed to light up was basically lighting up, but I never found the opportunity for a full test drive. That would have to wait for another time. But looking over what I had hidden in my closet, it seemed more than sufficient for any emergency wherein I felt directly endangered. It took twice my daily intake of ginger ale for me to calm down; I’d never done anything like this before.

Of course, Tony would probably be really mad at me. But we could cross that bridge when we came to it. Besides, replicating the suit for self-defense wasn’t the same as replicating it to get rich, was it?

Was it?

Notes

Comments

I just read chapter 17 and if we're making Harry Potter referenes then all I have to say is.... FIFTY POINTS FOR GRIFENDOR!!!!

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/22/16

YAY!!!! DRUCK TONY!!! Not that it's anything new! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/21/16

Whoa! This is so good! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/21/16

Keep writing!!!

Abbyfish Abbyfish
5/15/14

Good job, keep up the good work.

Alexdanger101 Alexdanger101
5/13/14