Iron Man: Young billionaire industrialist Tony Stark was once approached by a terrorist cell to create for them a weapon off mass destruction. When he refused, they planted a bomb in his car, which exploded and sent shrapnel into his chest, after which he was taken hostage by the terrorists. With the help of a medical scientist named Yinsen, he constructed a suit of armor to both save his life, and to escape from his captors. Afterwards, he continued making newer and more advanced suits of armor, and serving in relative secrecy as the Golden Avenger, Iron Man.
Kim Possible: A teenaged girl, who can do anything and everything, and is always willing to help people out, for no personal gain of her own. Cheerleader by day, and teenaged hero by night, she not only balances the life of a normal, everyday teenaged girl, and the life of a heroine, with her own set of enemies. Aided by her best friend Ron Stoppable, and his pet – a naked mole rat he named Rufus – she's an unstoppable force for good.
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters featured in this piece of fiction belong to me, but rather their respective companies – especially Iron Man, and Kim Possible. The only real contribution I've had to this is changing Iron Man to my own version, which I thought was more suitable to this fanfiction. Also, many of the ideas represented herein are also not mine, and at all times I've tried to avoid straying too far from the characters' original personalities. Thank you for your time.
It was later in the day that Iron Man returned to Tony Stark's private jet. His pulse was erratic, his breathing ragged, and the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he hovered just outside the entrance hatch, and pulled it open, before touching down inside, and heading into the back, stumbling a little.
There was a large metal chair set up in the center, with various pieces of machinery set up around it. One particularly large one had several power cables running to and from it. The armored hero managed to sit down in the chair, and grabbed the cables, plugging them into various ports on the borders on his shoulders, the triangle on his chest, and his waist. Then he tapped a button on the chair, and the machine lit up, feeding energy into the armor. With a deep sigh, he pulled off his helmet, and looked at it closely, still able to see his reflection in the battered, damaged surface. A little blood was running down his chin, and he frowned.
'Really…didn't expect that…' he thought to himself, reaching over and grabbing a spare helmet from a nearby stand. He looked at it again, and nodded a little, before setting it down on the stand again, his armor lighting up as it recharged, slowly. There was a sudden loud ringing, and he removed from his waist a red rectangle, which turned out to be concealing a flip cell phone. He flicked the cover open, and brought it up to his ear.
"Yello?" he asked lightly, trying to sound completely at ease, and succeeding.
"Tony, it's Jim."
"Rhodey, how nice of you to call. How much damage did I do?"
"Huh…well, now that you mention it, at least several thousand dollars worth."
"Hey, what do you know – that's better than the last time I got my rear handed to me," the young man laughed, stroking his chin lightly with one iron-clad finger. The reply he got was a somewhat irritated groan.
"You nearly got yourself killed, and all you can do is laugh about it? There must be something seriously wrong with your head."
"Was that a shot? I think it was a shot."
"Maybe it was a shot."
"Good; I'd hate to think you'd lost your touch." There was a momentary, awkward silence, as neither man knew what to say next. Then Tony spoke up again, not so deftly changing the subject. "Anyway…what did they get?"
"Nothing really recent, but what they got seemed to be important materials, at least to the old machines."
"I'll get a list later, but I think I have a good idea what's missing…"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Think about it: First, my prototype Iron Man armor is stolen. Not my second one, not the third, not the bolted face plate version, and not the one before this suit, but the very first. If you'll remember, the first suit did have its share of accomplishments, but it revolved mostly around keeping me alive, and getting me the heck out of the hole they trapped me in. So basically, all it can do is fly, send and receive radio signals, and fight. So, they'd need more recent parts for what I think they want to do."
"Which is what exactly?"
"Well, judging from the problem I had today, they're trying to piece together their own armor, based off my designs. But because all my suits are locked up in the SI's headquarter's armor vault, they couldn't get their hands on one, until I made the mistake of sending out the old suit. I'm glad they didn't get any of the other ones…hold on, I'm getting another call…" He hit a button on the phone, and waited patiently.
"Tony, it's Pepper."
"Pep! Glad to hear from you!"
"You won't be in a few minutes…"
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Well, while you were out…someone broke into your lab, and…well…"
Tony's eyes went wide. "You can't mean…"
"Yeah…another piece of your IronTech was stolen. The most recent one." The billionaire sighed, slouching a little in his chair.
"This is so lame…" He sighed. "Listen, Jim's on the other line. Send me an e-mail later…I have to get back to him. He hit the button again, and sighed. "Rhodey, it's worse than we thought…someone just stole an up-to-date version of my armor. But I doubt it's the newest model…I mean, it's still in the assembly phase…but I'm going to place a call, and see if they can't speed it up a little. I really should've finished it before coming here, but I really thought the Silver Centurion would be able to handle this…" He looked at his spare helmet again. "On a different note, I think I figured out how that woman was able to damage my helmet so much…"
"I'm all ears, chief."
"It's segmented."
"Huh?"
"My helmet was made to be flattened, to be assembled into different locking components: a lower jaw, sides, and the faceplate. Because they're more than one piece, they don't have the same rigidity as the helmets of the first two armors, which were one solid piece, with circuits and other things added to it, before it was padded and cushioned."
"So you can fix it?"
"Not likely. If I change the helmet design now, I won't be able to carry it around for easy access. Fortunately, I've been working on a new refractive coating, for my space armors. If we apply that to my newest design, it'll get shinier than it was supposed to be, but it WILL be able to handle not only great heat, but cosmic radiation, to a better degree than the Centurion can."
"I sense a 'but' her, chief..."
"You're right: BUT the only problem is that my armor is currently a day away from even being pieced together properly, but it has to be painted, coated with the stuff, outfitted with the extra options, and THEN the shipping…it'll be a few days before I get it, so I'll have to stick it out with this suit."
"So then be careful…you just can't go charging in every time some crazy in spandex tries stealing something."
"You forget one thing."
"What's that?"
"The scary lady was most likely wearing latex, or leather. NOT spandex. I should know the difference, with my social life."
"Tony…"
"Yes, Jim?"
"You are SUCH a kid."
"I know. Aren't I a hoot?"
Back at Drakken's lab, the mad scientist had hit a dead end. This wasn't the first time: all he'd managed to do was construct Shego's gauntlets – after that, he couldn't make heads or tails of the old suit's complex systems. Then the call came.
"SHEGO! ANSWER THAT!"
"God, you are such a—Hello?"
The static-ridden image cleared up, revealing the dark-helmeted visage of Drakken's greatest super villain rival – Professor Dementor. "Yes, I am calling to speak vith Drakken…ist he in?"
"Yo, Doc! Dementor on line one!"
"What! What would he be doing calling me!" the blue-skinned man wandered over to the viewscreen, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Ah, Drakken, there you are. I heard about your little escapades lately vith Tony Stark's technology, and I am actually impressed by it."
"Y-you are?" Shego and Drakken exchanged a look of disbelief, then Shego adopted one of suspicion.
"There's a catch to this, isn't there?" she asked, green eyes narrowing. Dementor laughed, and nodded.
"Vhy, yes there ist. You see, I have recently acquired something you might find useful…" The short scientist moved away from the screen, revealing what was behind him – inside a half-open crate was a suit of red and gold Iron Man armor, sparkling in the light from overhead. He waited a few moments, for this news to sink in. "However, you have something very important to my plans…and I have something important to yours. I was about to offer you a short partnership – you share yours vith me, I share mine vith you. Is this acceptable?"
Drakken looked back at the sparking remains of his newest creations, and turned back to the screen, nodding quickly. "Of course! Why, I'd be happy to be of service…"
"Vonderful! And I have the perfect design for the final product…and you seem to have found the perfect color scheme…" the other man rolled his eyes a little, laughing a bit sarcastically. Drakken didn't quite get it, but Shego did, and found her own eyes rolling, with mild disgust.
Ron was rubbing the back of his head, before making a yelp sound as Kim pressed a bag of frozen peas against the bump, and sighed.
"Oh, come on Ron…It's not THAT cold," She giggled a little, sitting down across from him at her kitchen table, and taking his right hand in hers, giving it a little squeeze. The blond gave her a sheepish look, and smiled a little goofily.
"I guess you're right, KP…that piece of roof really stung though…"
"Aww, is my big baby all sore?" she teased, laughing at the blush that spread across his face, and rolling her eyes a little. "Ron, you are so easy to tease…"
"Hey, I can't help it when it's you, you know that."
"Yeah, I do. Which makes it even more fun."
"That is so not cool."
She laughed again, and rolled her eyes, poking him in the nose lightly. "Oh, lighten up. The Ron I fell in love with wasn't so easily embarrassed by little jokes." At that Ron puffed up his chest, and smiled a bit, in what was supposedly a suave manner, but came across as kinda silly. "There you go…doesn't that feel better?"
The blond nodded, and put his hand on Kim's other hand, which was holding the peas to Ron's head, and grinned. "Yeah, it does actually…though I'd really prefer a nacco to peas." Rufus, who was scampering about the table, and eating what he could find, nodded and let out a few noises of agreement. Then he stopped on top of the plastic card Iron Man had given them, and started to use it as a slid, whooping it up as it slid all over the table.
/Boo-yah/
"Rufus, be careful, buddy…" Ron warned, eyes going wide as his other best friend in the world was goofing off, and started to do little skateboard tricks, until finally he slipped, and slid off down into Kim's lap. "Told ya, buddy. Y'gotta be careful with laminated stuff…who knows better than me?" Kim just rolled her eyes at that, and gave Rufus a little pat on the head. He made a murring sound, and rubbed against her hand, and Ron gave the naked mole rat a sort of dirty look. "Y'big suck up."
"Oh, Ron…be nice," the redhead scolded, as Rufus climbed up her arm, and sat on her shoulder, now starting to hum 'the Naked Mole Rap' somewhat loudly, occasionally making a laughing sound. Ron sighed a little, and smiled sheepishly again. "He's only being a sweetie…isn't that right, Rufus?" the mole rat nodded, a broad smile on his face. The blond reached out, and gave Rufus a pat himself, laughing.
"That's my Rufus!" he remarked, before Kim's father walked in, and eyed the couple holding hands. "Oh, uh…hiya, Doctor P!" Ron stumbled a little in his speech, eyes widened.
"Hey, Dad."
"Kimmy…are you and Ronald holding hands?" He had one eyebrow raised in a suspicious manner. The two immediately reacted, letting go and whistling innocently. "That's much better." He opened the refrigerator and tool out a carton of milk, then found a glass, into which he poured the milk, then wandered off back into the main room, humming a little himself. Kim's mom poked her head in, and gave the teens a knowing look.
"Oh, don't mind him – he's just overprotective," she laughed a little, leaning against the doorframe for a moment, before she too went back to the main room. The couple exchanged another look as Ron set the bag of peas down on the table top, and made a face.
"So anyway…why are we waiting? We could just handle this ourselves, you know."
"Ron…we have no idea what any of that stolen property was meant for yet, and Wade hasn't gotten back to me yet, so it's a safe bet that the Stark Industries firewalls and security blocks aren't anything to laugh at."
"You mean like J.P Bearymore?"
"Ugh…I guess, sort of like that…but a lot more serious." The redhead sighed, tracing a circle on the table, then taking up the card and giving it a once over. Then giving it a twice over. "I think we should give him a call, set up a meeting somewhere."
"Like the science centre?" Ron blinked a little, tilting his head to one side. Kim shook her head a bit, and placed her hands under her chin, making a face.
"I was thinking the Space Centre. It IS on our turf after all, so we'd have the home advantage."
"Cool, cool…" Ron nodded, not completely grasping the concept, but still understanding the basic principle. Kim went to the kitchen phone, picked it up, and dialed in the number. "Hello, this is Kim Possible…you were expecting my call? I thought I'd get put on hold…well, I wanted to leave a message for Iron Man – tell him to meet us at the Space Centre where my father works. We'd like to pool our resources as soon as possible, and get back that stolen technology. Well, thank you, ma'am. We'll be there at three PM tomorrow, waiting."
She then hung up the phone, and sat next to Ron again, resting her head on his shoulder, and smiling. "Well, the easy part's taken care of…now comes the hard part."
"And what's that, KP?" the blond blinked curiously.
"Finding something to do with all this time on our hands."
"Bueno Nacho?"
She sighed a bit, and nodded, grinning after a few moments. "Sure, if you're buying," she chuckled, linking her arm with Ron's.