Young Iron Man Novels & Stories

It was a signed photo of Iron Man. “Oh wow! You actually got me something Iron Man.” Chastity said with a giggle. “Yeah. I figured you’d like it. Even though Captain America is better.” I grumbled, making her giggle again. “We’re never going to settle this debate.” Chastity giggled again. “Probably not.” I agreed chuckling. “Oh my goddess Rowen! They…..wow! I love them!” Chastity gushed.

"Don't knock it until you see it in action. I'll be the hottest one on Halloween." "I'm just trying to imagine one of the strongest superheroes dressed in literal lingerie." "So you're also a Marvel fan." Tessa said. "What's your favorite MCU movie?" "I love Iron Man, I actually used to read the comics when I was younger." I admitted, and but my lip. I never told anyone I read comics, out of fear they'd think I was weird. "But not a ton, just Iron Man and the Hulk." I quickly saved myself. "I used to read the comics, I still have a ton of them in a box somewhere." Tessa said coolly, and I rolled my eyes. Of course, she read comics. Of course. Why wouldn't she do something so weird but still

“‘Sup, man! It seems the new kid is about to be our latest pledge.” The Irons heir couldn’t seem to hear his fellow elite as his wide, shocked eyes refused to move from the auburn-haired, teal-eyed boy he could never forget. Though, the image in his head aging half a decade. “Y-Y-You… It’s…” “I mean, unless it’s okay with you,” Arthur continued, still oblivious.

Vital Orange exclaimed, stunned at Ivor’s words. He looked at the bitter smile on Tucker’s face and inferred that neither Ivor nor Tucker was telling lies. He looked at Mane again. The boy looked no older than 18, and if Ivor had told Vital Orange that Mane was a Thrasher, he would have been able to believe it. It would have been difficult to accept, but it wouldn’t have been such a big deal since he had met geniuses who had attained the Thrasher level when they were in their twenties. But Mane didn’t look older than 18, and even if he looked younger than his actual age, it was still difficult to accept that this young man seated before him was a Predator.

I swallowed it down, but the taste of copper remained. "Does it speak?" a young voice asked. The crowd parted. A child walked up to the glass. He was a Highblood boy, maybe ten years old. He wore a miniature officer's uniform. He had the golden eyes of a purebred. He had the cruel curiosity of a cat playing with a mouse. He reached out. He tapped the glass. Clink. Clink. The vibration traveled through the barrier. It rattled my teeth. "Hello?" the boy called out. "Monster? Can you hear me?"

' Suzanne scoffed as she dusted herself. Ethan huffed again. Girls were nothing but a bother! 'Fatso?! You're so dumb! The puff is from the armored suit I'm wearing.' 'Say what you want fatso,' she replied. Ethan fired her a nasty look. He looked away proudly. 'Anyway I don't have time for the likes of you. I'm a Slad now, so that means you're looking at one of the super greatest heroes that'll ever live!' he smiled cockily.

To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life. She saw the electric light in his eyes glowing like a charging light on a smartphone. His chiseled, metallic chest resembled body armor on a gladiator. Amy’s words were stuck in her throat as she stared at 2Pac. She didn’t want to be fascinated by a robotic man wearing blue jeans. Amy tried to keep her focus on her son sitting in the metal man’s arms. She looked up at the robotic 2Pac, who towered over her. His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame.

[6:31am - A tall, roughly 5'11" bronze-skinned young man appearing to be roughly 19 years of age. With brown/black hair the color of pepper and sand. The Iris' of his eyes glowing an iridescent pink and pupils of a purple hue; climbs out of a window as quietly as possible as if he is sneaking away.

Ryan informed them all. "It's gonna be okay, I assure you she's too small to be put in jail," Ashley comforted Linda, who was worried about her little daughter's fate. "Probably Juvenile," Ryan said in a cold tone and went out. Suzanne went out also, carrying Patches and Ethan followed her. Ashley sighed and went after them. Soon the door was flung open. Some heroes in their youth came in. They were only three. "Hero League," the tallest that stood in the middle flashed his ID card. The guy and girl that stood beside him also flashed theirs.

My tentative speculation and blissful hopes are interrupted by the sound of a man yelling. “How can they give such an order?!” The screaming man is young and handsome, quite like a fox. He’s probably in his twenties or early thirties. He’s tall and lean, with an elegant and remarkably muscular build. He has an unshaven beard on his chin as well as kind eyes. He holds his head high while another flustered fellow trips over himself to hold him back.