Engineering Marvel

(Avenger's Tower)

(Elijah's POV)

I walk towards the fabricator, pulling out my earphones and putting them in my ears.

"What should I go for? Some Nirvana? Fleetwood Mac? No, I know what would be perfect right about now" I choose my song and immediately get to work.

First Person Shooter (feat. J Cole)

I turn on the fabricator and start designing my suit. I use a Titanium-steel alloy for the breast-plate, leg armor plates and mask exterior. 

"Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID"

I design an exo-skeleton to supplement my strength, easily multiplying it by a factor of 3. The force my punches alone can exert tripled to 6 tonnes, while the strength I can use to lift a weight with my entire body quadrupled to 8 tonnes. The suit's Titanium-steel alloy made it essentially bullet-proof, except on the areas it didn't cover, like my joints. Placing the alloy plating there would severely reduce my movement.

"Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape"

I designed the exo-skeleton to increase the force my legs could exert, making me faster than before, and definitely making my kicks lethal. I could jump higher as well, not as high as that Spider-woman, but definitely above what any normal human could achieve with years of training.

If I went to the Olympics with this suit on, it'd be a clear sweep.

I designed the mask to be multi-functional. Built in communicator, heads up display, Night Vision and Thermal Vision, short and long range radar, sonar, EMP resistant, all while being lightweight due to the properties of the Titanium-steel alloy. The military would kill for a battle-suit like this. I housed the radar and sonar tech in two wings reaching up out of the sides of my helmet, and put a display on the outside of the mask as well to give it some more character. It also allows me to be a bit more expressive under the mask, as the eyes on the mask mirror my own inside the mask.

"Not Russia, but apply pressure

To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em"

I applied boosters to the feet of the suit, allowing me to temporarily hover and boost off the ground, as well as jump large distances. It won't allow me to fly like Iron-man, but it'll be good enough to stop me from dying by falling off a building. Now comes my favourite part.

The weapons

"I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam

Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen"

My primary long range weapons would be a pair of modified M1911's. They had rifled barrels for increased accuracy and custom leather grips for increased comfort. They also had custom engravings on the sides to display their names. "Judgement" and "Reckoning". These have been my guns since before I started out at SHIELD, and I trust them with my life.

For higher caliber confrontations, I had an M4A1 Carbine. It had a rifled barrel as well, along with an ACOG sight, extended mag, laser sight and a Special-Ops Stock. 

For closer confrontations, I had an MP5 with a suppressor, red dot holographic sight, extended mag and pressurized chamber for increased re-chambering speed, increasing it's fire rate.

And, in case it's ever needed, for long range I had my Barrett M82A1, a 50. Caliber anti-material rifle. I, quite aptly, call it the Widowmaker. It was designed to punch through tanks, or in my case, 7 foot tall dudes in Rhino costumes. I didn't want to kill as a hero, but if I have to, I won't hesitate.

As I was designing my suit and weapons, I could feel Natasha staring at me from behind. I looked back at her to see a mix of respect and admiration, but also sadness and recognition. She could see just how lethal what I was creating was, and she understood how I turned out to be the way that I am. Never wanting to kill, but never unprepared to. 

I supplemented the weapons with all sorts of gadgets. Flashbangs to disorient the enemy, smoke grenades to mask my movements for tactical maneuvers, EMP's to shut down enemy technology, decoy grenades to confuse the enemy and pull their attention. I also added grenades capable of injuring enemies, namely fragmentation grenades and incendiary grenades. I prayed the day I would be forced to use these never came, but better safe than sorry.

As the song began to come to an end, I moved towards the last thing I needed to create. A traversal method.

"Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not

They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot"

I can't swing like Spider-woman or fly like Iron-man, but with the boosters I can come pretty close to Iron-man, so why not do the same with Spider-woman's webs? I built a sort of grappling hook into the gauntlet of the suit, but instead of digging into the cement like a conventional grappling hook, it polarizes the ions between the metal of the hook and any surface it attaches to, allowing them to temporarily bind together strongly enough for it to withstand the weight of up to 3 humans swinging on the line or propelling up it. I applied the same Ion polarizing tech to the gloves and boots of the suit, essentially allowing me to mimic Spider-woman's ability to stick to walls.

Hah, I'd like to see Stark try to do that.

"N***** talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated

What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael

N*****, beat it, n*****, beat it, what?"

As the music ended, I finished inputting the schematic, and the fabricator promptly got to work. It would take about half an hour for the suit to be fully created, so I had time to spare until it was done.

Widow: "Looks good"

"Of course it does, I made it"

???: "Huh. Sounds like something I would say. Of course, I always back it up though. Don't know if you can say the same"

I turned towards the voice, confused as I hadn't heard anyone enter. Then again, I had earphones in. As I turned and saw who spoke, my jaw almost dropped to the floor. Standing there watching me work were none other than Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. Also sometimes known as Iron-Man and Captain America. Tony was walking towards me, looking me up and down, quite possibly measuring me up. As for Cap? He was just standing there, watching me with a mix of confusion as to who I am and respect for how quickly I had put together a decent suit.

Tony: "What's on the stove today? Also, who are you?" He questioned, walking by me to the fabricator.

Widow: "Tony, this is the kid"

Tony: "Ah, the kid"

Steve: *visible confusion* "The kid?"

Tony: "Fury's bright new idea. A team of mini-Avengers. Basically a bunch of teenagers pretending they know what they're doing as heroes. Hey kid, how'd you manage the polarized ion bonding here?"

As I walked next to Tony to talk science with him, Steve walked up to Natasha, clearly not very happy.

(No-one Pov)

Steve: "So, we're training kids to fight now? Is that what I'm hearing?" He spat, clearly angered by the idea.

Widow: "No, Steve. We're training them to take over from us after we retire. We're aren't getting any younger, Cap. Villains will keep popping up, and eventually, our bones will be creaking too much for us to fight them. Would you rather the heroes of the new generation have to figure everything out themselves and risk dying in the process, or learn from our failures and successes and become better than we ever were?"

Steve took a moment to let her argument set it. He knew she was right about teaching them being better than leaving them to their own, but he can't sign off on letting teenagers risk their lives for the world. It's not their burden to carry, not yet. 

Steve: "Training them is fine, but if you plan to send them into our wars, I don't want any part of it."

Widow: "That's not the plan here, Steve. They'll be learning from us and handling small time villains until they're ready to take over. I can't promise they won't ever be in danger, but they're safer here with us than out there."

Steve: "Alright, fine. I can live with that. Although, I still don't trust Fury further than I can throw him"

Widow: "Well, from what I've seen, you could probably throw him pretty far"

Steve: *chuckles* "You're not wrong about that, Nat"

(Elijah's POV)

As Tony and I finished nerding out about the science behind the suit, we turned around to see Steve and Natasha chuckling about something. 

Tony: "Alright then, kid. The suit's gonna take another 20 or so minutes to make, so how about we give you the grand tour of the place?"

"Sounds great"

Tony: "Alright then, on with the tour"

End of Chapter 7~

Whew, that one took a while. Well, hope you enjoy it. Also, thank you so much to AufnKopp, AppleBacon and nikita_vdovin for being 1st, 2nd and 3rd in the powerstone contribution ranking (Not including me and my alt). Thank you all for reading, I'll see you in the next chapter!