Briana Stark

"C.A.S.S, you up? We got work to do." I said while I laid down on my bed, staring at my laptop as I logged in and clicked on the files for the suit I made back in the cave.

"For you, Miss, always." C.A.S.S says.

"Open a new project file called as Mark one." I said. "And in the meantime, store this in Dad's private sever. I don't want Obie finding this or letting this winding up in the wrong hands."

I spent hours in my bedroom with C.A.S.S as I work in my bedroom. I finished mapping out and designing the suit while I had C.A.S.S worked on the icing of the suit so if I ever had to fly higher than usual, my suit wouldn't ice up.

The boots of the suit came first, making sure that each piece and wire were exactly right. I finished screwing in a couple of things and quietly made my way to the workshop with the boots in my arms, I tiptoed down the stairs and peeled into the workshop, making sure that it was empty. I walked in and placed my boots on, then got everything set.

I took a deep breath and glanced at the robot behind me, "Hey, Dummy! You're on standby for fire safety." I turn to the other robot, who was holding the camera. "You, roll it."

I reach to my side and presses a few buttons. "Okay, activate hand controls," I hear the thrusters powering up. "So far we're good. And three, two, one."

The next thing I know is that I'm up and flying back through the air. I suddenly slam into the cement wall behind me before I fall twelve feet. Dummy promptly sprays me with the fire extinguisher.

The mechanics of the suit are harder to work on cause I have to ensure that it flies, defends, stay connected with C.A.S.Sc and light enough to lift off. When it comes to working on a big project like this, I don't sleep.

I'm in my room, working on the arms and shoulders, I groan in frustration as I struggle against the mechanical hand until I finally set the white-glowing thruster into place.

"Miss, Obadiah is downstairs," C.A.S.S replies.

I sigh, "Great. I'll be back, C.A.S.S!"

I walk down the stairs and into the living room where Obie is playing the piano and I notice a pizza box on the coffee table. Huh, that's not good.

Dad walks up the stairs from the workshop, "How'd it go?" He sees the pizza box. "It went that bad, huh?"

"Just because I brought pizza back from New York doesn't mean it went bad." Obie says.

"Uh huh, sure doesn't." Dad responds sarcastically before grabbing a slice.

"It would have gone better if you were there." Obie stops playing before standing and making his way over to us.

"Uh-uh, you told me to lay low. That's what I've been doing. I lay low, and you take care of all the," he motions with the napkin in his hand.

"Hey, come on. In public. The press. This was a board of directors meeting." Obie says.

"This was," Dad goes on in mock surprise. "This was a board of directors meeting?"

"The board is claiming you have post-traumatic stress, they're filling an injunction." Obie says.

So in other words, they think he's crazy. Well, he did come up with this idea that nobody liked so yeah, he has to be crazy. But then that makes me crazy too, cause hey, I'm working on a crazy idea right now. I mean, come on, Starks do crazy things. Everyone knows that already.

"A what?" Dad asks.

Obie sighs, "They want to lock you out."

"Why, cause the stocks dipped 40 points? We knew that was gonna happen." Dad says.

"Fifty-six and a half."

"It doesn't matter. We own the controlling interest in the company."

"Tony, the board has rights, too. They're making the case that you and your new direction isn't in the company's best interest." Obie says.

"I'm being responsible! That's a new direction for me, for the company," Ouch, he made the situation worse. "I mean, me on the company's behalf being responsible for the way that," He stops and nods irritatedly, "Oh, this is great."

He stands up angrily, grabbing onto the pizza box and turning to leave.

"Oh, come on. Tony. Tony!" Obie calls after him.

"I'll be in the shop!" Dad announces.

"Hey, hey! Hey, Tony. Listen." Obie walks up to him, "I'm trying to turn this thing around, but you gotta give me something. Something to pitch them. Let me have the engineers analyze that," Obie points to Dad's arc reactor.

I eyed Obie suspiciously, watching their exchange go on; Dad continues to refuse while Obie presses. What are you up to, Obie? Why in the living world do you care about the arc reactor? It's keeping him alive!

"Good night, Obie!" Dad suddenly calls as he jogs down the stairs.

The days that follow get better when it comes to my suit. I can actually fly in it now without falling or crashing. Later that night, stood on top my balcony as I placed my suit on. I picked up my mask and placed on it.

"C.A.S.S, you there?" I asked.

"At your service, Miss." C.A.S.S states.

"Engage heads up display."

"Check."

"Import all preferences from home interface."

"Will do, Miss."

"Alright, let's do this. In three, two, one." I said.

I hear the thrusters power up and I'm in the air. I fly away from the house and towards the city. I flew over the city before I flew up a bit more. After an hour or so of doing this, I flew back to the house and over to my balcony. I slow down and stand up straight as I slowly float closer to the balcony.

"Kill power." I said.

The next thing I know is that I fall through the balcony then breaking through the floor below it, leaving a large hole in the floor and one of the sport cars break my fall. Dummy then sprays the metal suit with the fire extinguisher. I place my head back against the car before remembering that I was still wearing the suit and checking if the workshop was still empty. I look up again to see a familiar man staring at me.

"Same idea, huh?"

Iron Man belongs to Marvel

Briana belongs to me