Good evening doctor, at least, I believe it is good. It is raining tonight, I personally find the rain soothing, but I cannot speak for my fellow inmates.

Hm? Your Russian is very good doctor, if I didn't know any better, I would say that the motherland sent you.

No? But a fever dream I suppose.

Anyway, I've been talking for too long about meaningless things, you wish to know about me yes? Very well.

I was a soldier by blood, my father was a spy for the KGB. And it is in his service that he was killed. He was compromised during a infiltration in Latveria.

In my father's honor, I joined my home's army, and did everything physically possible to be the best.

Have you ever had a broken rib while running laps? It is an unimaginable discomfort, but one that I endured.

As is custom in the special forces of my country, I was subjected to physical and mental stress the likes of which would send any other man to the emergency room...

But I made sure I was no ordinary man.

I slept only three hours a night, mastered a number of martial arts, and tempered my aim to where I never missed.

I was the perfect soldier, and my country had a way to make me even better.

My commander recruited me for an experimental program that was born from the Crimson Dynamo project.

The process involved implanting several cybernetics to allow my body to resist the suits radiation, along with further training to ensure I was in peek physical shape to wear the armor.

Then, the day came.

I saw the armor for the first time when it was raining, a green suit of armor in the design of the Crimson Dynamo, made of Titanium and other improvements from the original.

I stepped in, and after the sounds of whirring and clicking stopped, I felt the suit attach to my implants.

I was no longer a mere soldier, I was something more, a symbol for my country...

I became the Titanium Man.

I passed all tests for the suit with flying colors, weapons operated perfectly, flight systems were faster than anticipated, and durability was capable of withstanding heavy artillery.

I was prepared for my first mission.

My first assignment, after passing the program, was to rescue spies from Stark Industries who had been compromised.

My objective was to retrieve the spies, no matter what method was needed.

I preferred the direct approach.

Stark's security systems were not prepared for my armor, and it was simple retrieving the spies.

Though it was not simple for long.

Stark himself arrived to stop me, in a suit of armor of his own making, and we did battle on the rooftop of his tower.

We both exchanged blows, damaging our armors greatly, and by the end of the battle, we both were exhausted.

It was raining on that day too.

We both managed to regain ourselves, and used the last of our power to attack each other.

Stark won that day.

Ever since then, I have served my country time and time again, some failures, some successes.

Like today, I was defeated, but I'm sure you know that I am to be extradited to my home.

I will don my armor again, and will fight again, as my country asks of me.

Would you not do the same for your country doctor?

Hey guys!

Sorry that this chapter is kinda short, but I couldn't really think of anything else to put in it.