The conditions of the people of Ignacia were even worse than Briana could imagined. Men, women, and children are climbing through the rocky dirty and rubble in order to reach some place of safety. Many of them were underdressed, not at all suited for the chilling climate they are battling against. Many loved ones were taken from their families and friends; one family was looking for their daughter and hoping to find her in this upcoming town.

The town they're nearing is a disaster as well. The buildings are falling down, streets are covered in rubble and debris. Suddenly a loud scream is heard and then there's gunfire as men poured onto the streets with guns. Bullets are flying everywhere as people begin running. A family is running to try to escape but they get grabbed by men. The father gets separated and shoved against the wall, lined up with the other men.

One of the little girl escapes her mother's grip and runs towards her father who manages to escape the men's hold and hugs his daughter close. It was a father wanting to protect his daughter, something that every father wants to do. One men then grabbed the father and shoved him back onto the ground while the other men throw the little girl onto the ground and began kicking and punching her.

The little girl then starts to cry and scream in pain while her father, mother, and siblings are shouting her name and their pleas for the men to stop with tears of fear running down their faces. But it's no use, the men continues to kick and punch the little girl, laughing as she cries and screams in pain. For that second, everything is in chaos.

But then a spark of hope arrives.

Suddenly loud noise from above us heard and everyone looks to see a violet body flying through the air towards them. The suit lands hard and onto one knee, clanking against the hard ground.

Help has arrived.

Briana Stark

I look up from the ground and the man stops kicking and punching the little girl to start shooting at the metal suit covering me, uselessly. I promptly step over and swing my arm into the man's stomach, sending him flying. I gently pick the little girl that he was hurting up and held her in my arms as I walk over to the father and placed the little girl in his arms. I watch as the father immediately hugs the little girl and says a bunch of words that I don't understand in Arabic.

I then swiftly turns around and use my thruster to shoot a man into the wall. I hear the man's body crunch as I turned onto the next man, shooting him as well. Both of the thrusters on his hands raise as I killed another.

I whirl around to finish the job but I immediately stop in realization. The rest of the women and children are being held at gunpoint by the remaining terrorists. I slowly lower my thrusters as I hear the panicked screams and angry yells. I continue to analyze the situation before small guns appear out of my suit and shoot each and every one of the terrorists. Everything goes sight and my small guns moves back into my suit.

My feet crunch against the gravel as I walk over to a nearby wall. I suddenly punch my fist through it and I yanked out a man into the open. The man lays before them with a panicked and fearful look.

"He's all yours," I reply before I shoot back up into the air. I fly through the air without a problem so far and suddenly my connection hacks into Dad's earpiece.

I hear Uncle Rhodey say, "Yeah, well, I need your help right now. We have a serious problem over here, we've got two weapons deport that was just blown up a few clicks from where you two were being held captive."

"Uh oh," I say quietly and completely out of breath.

"Why do you sound out of breath, Briana?" Uncle Rhodey asks.

"Jogging," I quickly answer.

"Well, that's a hot spot. Sounds like someone stepped in and did your job for you, huh?" Dad says.

"Why do you sound out of breath too, Tony?" Uncle Rhodey asks accusingly.

"I'm not, I was just jogging in the canyon." Dad replies.

"I thought you were driving."

"Right, I was driving to the canyon where we're going to jog,"

Rhodey continues, "You sure you don't have any tech in that area I should know about?"

"Nope!" Dad and me answer shortly and quickly.

"Bogies spotted!" I hear a voice in the background yell.

"Okay, good, cause I'm staring at two right now, and it's about to be blown to kingdom come," Rhodey hangs up.

My eyes widen as I hear a plane behind me, "Uh...I gotta go!" I hung up the call.

"Inbound missile," C.A.S.S warns.

"Flares!" I commanded.

The next thing I'm still yelling and panicking till I redialed Uncle Rhodey and Dad again.

"Hello?" He sounds pretty irritated.

"Hi, Rhodey, it's me." Dad wheezes slightly.

"Hi, Uncle Rhodey." I answer, breathless again.

"It's who?"

"I'm sorry, it is us. You asked. What you were asking about are us." Dad says.

Uncle Rhodey starts scolding, "No, see, this isn't a game. You do not send civilian equipment into my active war zone. You understand that?"

"This isn't a piece of equipment." Dad explains.

"Uncle Rhodey, they're suits. We're in it!" I yelled.

There's a lot more yelling and banging on both sides, and I honestly thought that I was going to die once. But I'm gonna die either way. You wanna know why?

Cause my mom is going to kill me.

•••

I'm standing in my bedroom, rushing to get the suit off of me before anything else happens. The only thing is that my boots got stuck on my feet and I'm struggling to pull it off.

"It is a tight fit, Miss." C.A.S.S says.

"I know," I reply, pulling as hard as I could to get it off. "It's my first time, so..."

I continue to struggle and pull at the boots and no matter how hard I pulled, it won't come off.

"Miss, I must inform that your parents are coming upstairs." C.A.S.S says.

"Shot! Crap!" I said. "No no no!"

I hurried to pull this off and I lifted my left feet as I pulled and pulled at the boot. I finally got the boot off, before I could pull the next boot off, I trip and fell backwards, landing on my back just as the door opened and the next thing I know is that my parents, mostly my mom, caught me.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I'm screwed.

Iron Man belongs to Marvel

Briana belongs to me