chapter s e v e n

Martin walked into the room where the suit was, wearing a skin tight body suit. He couldn't see it anywhere, "Where is it?"

"It isn't assembled yet, you have go get it put on you." Tony pointed to the platform, "Go ahead, get on."

Martin was nervous, but excited all the same. He approached the platform, stepping on it firmly. He spread his legs to the outlines of feet. "Initiating assembly sequence." one of the workers said calmly.

All sorts of machines surrounded Martin's legs and arm, pulling them into the right spots and beginning to place the armor on him. Martin was gently yanked about as the armor was locked on. He kept his head straight as the machines slipped on metal slides onto his neck. He blinked, he had never felt anything like this before. He same kind of slides were placed over his abdomen and back, putting pressure and straightening his posture. The helmet was slowly lowered onto his head, and slid smoothly to close. Martin stared around the inside of his helmet. It was laced with an LCD computer screen with a clear target view.

The machines let his arms and legs go, and a sudden weight was lifted off when the suit's suspension unit turned on. He turned and looked at Tony, "How does it look?" his voice had a slightly cybernetic tone outside of the helmet.

Tony smirked and nodded, "Pretty good. Look in the mirror." he pointed to a full length mirror in the corner of the room. As he approached he saw a sleek silver and white suit, fit to his body perfectly, "It'll take a little getting used to, but blink twice to open the mask, and think the word "close" to close it."

"Right." The mask opened, revealing his face.

"Okay, time to fly. I'll be right back in my suit, be ready." Tony patted Martin on the shoulder before walking out of the room.

"Wait! Already?!" he spun around.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll be there with you." the door closed.

Martin followed Tony out of the hangar bay. He couldn't help but think back to a the day before when his leg had been shot. He almost died that day. What if he got shot again? Would he die? If so, when would it be? No. No, he wouldn't die. Iron Man would be there to save him. What if he was killed though? What would happen then? It wouldn't happen. Iron Man is an army.

"Get ready, and try to keep up." Tony smirked as he lifted off.

Martin followed, flying off the ground after Tony. They soared through the sky at top speed. Martin felt the wind, even under his armor, "Feels strange, I know, but you can get used to it." Martin looked over to Tony who was flying right next to him.

Martin smiled and turned with Tony, spinning and twisting. They were like artwork the way they flew; so confident, yet so adventurous. They synchronized their maneuvers, almost as if it were a dance.

Tony and Martin landed at the same time. Tony walked over to the currently amazed Martin, "You're a natural." he smiled under his helmet, "But you'll need a code name."

Martin thought for a moment finding the perfect name, "... My code name will be Sleek."