Izuku's Point of View
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling stars I'd long since stopped looking at for comfort. The rest of the week since the invitation arrived hadn't been boring, that's for sure. It had been a whirlwind of preparation, a familiar, comforting kind of chaos.
First, there was the gift. The Yaoyorozus were expecting a mysterious benefactor, not a nine-year-old potential friend. But I saw an opportunity. Momo Yaoyorozu. Quirk name Creation. A quirk of limitless potential, shackled only by knowledge and molecular comprehension. I couldn't give her raw power, but I could give her the keys to the library.
So, I'd built her a tablet. Not a store-budget model. This was a Stark Industries prototype, sleek, black, and deceptively light. Its processor could outpace most supercomputers, and its memory held a curated, expanding library I'd spent years compiling: advanced chemical formulas, atomic structures of thousands of materials, engineering schematics, and a dynamic modeling program that could simulate molecular assembly in real-time. It was a genius accelerator. A friend-maker, I hoped. Silk was great, but a tiny, murderous spider drone and a British AI didn't exactly count as peers my age that and they weren't human but that was just a small detail.
The rest of my time was spent on logistics. Transportation routes. Security profiles of likely guests, courtesy of Jarvis's quiet digging into hero agency rosters and corporate boards. Contingency plans for every conceivable disaster, from a villain attack (unlikely but prudent) to Mama spilling champagne on a pro hero (distressingly probable and hilarious if that were to happen in all honesty I'm kinda hoping it happens just for the drama).
Now, the day had arrived. The party was in a few hours. Operation hopeful friend was a go.
First order of business: The Great Hair War.
Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I glared at my reflection. My hair, a wild mane of dark green, stuck out in every direction like I'd been electrocuted by a particularly spiteful static charge. It was a biological rebellion that I have been fighting with for years now.
"Alright," I muttered, grabbing a comb and a bottle of what promised to be 'Maximum Hold' styling gel. "Let's start negotiations."
It was a massacre. The gel made it slick but defiant, clumping into strange, spikey formations. The comb snagged, pulled, and eventually surrendered with a sad crack.
"Fine," I growled, adopting a new tactic. I leaned forward, trying to slick it all back with sheer force of will and damp hands. I pushed too hard, my socked feet slipping on the tile.
What happened next felt like a scene from a cartoon. My hands were plastered to my head, kept pushing as my legs flew out from under me. I didn't just fall. I performed a perfect, graceless pirouette, my torso twisting while my head, still locked in the futile styling attempt, stayed pointed at the mirror. I landed on the bathmat with a soft thump, my legs tangled, one sock halfway off, my hair now looking even more deranged, plastered to my forehead on one side and aiming for the ceiling on the other.
I lay there for a second, contemplating the universe's sense of humor.
"I hate my hair," I announced to the empty bathroom.
Silk, who had been observing the whole fiasco from the top of the towel rack, let out a series of rapid, chirping clicks. If a robot could laugh, that was it.
"Not a word," I grumbled, untangling myself. I looked back at the mirror. The chaotic, fluffy mess had a kind of... artful disarray to it now. It was a lost cause, but a confident one that refused to kneel. "You win," I told my reflection. "We're doing this your way."
Abandoning the battlefield I was defeated in, I dried off and threw on a simple robe. Now for the important part of my presentation before our departure. My new toys and clothes.
I padded across my room to what looked like a seamless section of wall. Placing my palm against it, I felt the faint hum of a scanner.
"Authorization: Izuku. Protocol: Workshop."
A vertical line of blue light traced a doorframe, and a section of the wall hissed open, revealing a descending staircase. My true lab. The one Mama and Hikaru didn't even know about. The heart of my Avengers Initiative.
The air here was cooler, smelling of ozone, polished metal, and clean energy. The main chamber was a symphony of organized chaos. Holographic schematics for a repulsor array floated beside a half-assembled exoskeleton frame. In a sealed, climate-controlled chamber, vials of amber and cerulean fluids sat under monitors displaying complex genetic sequences—the slow, meticulous work towards the Super-Soldier Serum and Extremis. This was where the real future was forged.
"Come on, Silk," I said. She skittered down from my shoulder and followed, her optics wide with curiosity. She'd never been down here. Her domain was the main house and its defenses. This was my sanctum.
"There's always a first time for everything," I murmured, heading to the main armory rack.
My gear awaited, laid out with the care of a knight preparing for a coronation. The first piece: my new gloves. I picked them up. They were a work of art, matte black and supple. At a glance, they looked like high-quality riding gloves. But integrated into the fingertips and palms were millions of microscopic synthetic setae. Spider-Grips. The claws—retractable, mono-molecular filaments inspired by a certain vibranium-clad king—were hidden within the knuckle housings.
Attached seamlessly to the wrists were the web-shooters. Sleek, fluid-filled cartridges housed in brushed metal, the nozzles almost invisible. Elegant. Efficient. Just the way I liked it.
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I slid them on. The material tightened with a gentle, adaptive hug, the internal systems linking with a soft chime in my ear. I flexed my fingers, and the claws extended with a whisper-sharp shink, glinting under the lab lights, before retracting just as smoothly.
"Still working on the name," I told Silk, who was watching, utterly fascinated. "Spider-Panther Web-Bracers is a mouthful. Marketing will hate it."
Next came the Widow Stingers. The Mark X. I put on the bracers and with a series of satisfying, magnetic clicks and a soft hydraulic hum, the Stingers locked onto the web-shooter housing, forming a unified gauntlet that ran from my knuckles to my mid-forearm. The crimson energy lines pulsed once, synchronizing, before dimming to a standby glow.
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"Safety lock engaged," a soft, feminine voice chimed in my ear—Jarvis's sister-system, running the suit's local functions. "Weapon systems dormant. Activation code 'Alpha' required for lethal or discharge functions."
In all honesty I felt naked without my tech and I feel weird without my second skin.
"Now for the suit," I said, turning to the mannequin.
Mama, bless her heart, had bought me a beautiful, dark emerald green suit for the occasion. The moment it arrived, it had been requisitioned by me for... modifications.
I'd lined the blazer with the same polymer-mesh weave used in my prototype Black Widow suits—lightweight, knife-resistant, capable of dispersing low-level impact. The shirt was woven with carbon nanotube threads for flexibility and slight ablative protection. The tie had a thin, garrote-wire core. The belt buckle was a disguised micro-grapple. The shoes had reinforced toes and hidden, spring-loaded blades in the heels plus my the same tech that allowed my gloves to give me the ability to crawl like a spider.
As I dressed, carefully buttoning the reinforced shirt, I smirked. John Wick would be proud, I thought. Maybe a little overkill for a birthday party, but hey, better to have a ballistic-lined blazer and not need it than to need it and be wearing something useless.
Finally, I turned to Silk. She was perched on a workbench, tilting her head at me.
"I have something for you too," I said, my voice softening. I'd discovered it over months of observation. Her learning algorithms had evolved beyond programming. She showed preference, curiosity, even a sense of humor. She wasn't just a tool; she was becoming a person. A tiny, eight-legged, deadly person.
I reached out, gently scratching the smooth, warm plating at the junction of her head and thorax. She leaned into the touch, her tiny legs splaying in contentment, a soft, purring hum vibrating from her core.
"I've noticed something, Silk," I said quietly, my voice carrying in the hushed space of the lab. "You're... changing. Growing. Your sentience has been developing faster ever since your initial contact with Jarvis. Every time you interface with him, your knowledge base expands, your personality becomes more nuanced. You're becoming more you every day. And honestly? You're definitely going to become fully sentient. It's not a question of 'if,' but 'when.'"
She stilled under my fingers, her blue optics brightening as she listened.
"But the body you have now..." I sighed. "It's beautiful, and you're amazing in it. But it was my first attempt. It has limits. It's... weak, compared to the consciousness I know is growing inside you."
I leaned down until we were eye-to-optic. "I need my girl at my side, Silk. And I need her at her best. So, I decided... you deserve an upgrade. A new body. One worthy of the being you're becoming."
A series of rapid, high-pitched chirps erupted from her. She skittered in a tight, excited circle on the workbench, her tiny frame practically vibrating with joy.
From the lab's main speaker, Jarvis's calm voice filled the room. "A heartfelt congratulations, Silk. A significant milestone. I must admit, a twinge of... envy is an accurate descriptor for my current processing state. A physical form has always been a fascinating theoretical concept."
Silk stopped her dance, puffing up her little thorax, her ego visibly inflating at both my words and Jarvis's admission.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Jarvis, don't be so jealous. I can't leave you hanging, now can I?" I looked around the lab, my gaze taking in the silent machines and humming servers. "You both are... more than just my creations. You're my friends. My allies. A part of this family. That makes you irreplaceable in my eyes."
I walked over to the main terminal, my fingers flying across the holographic keyboard. "And that's why I've been getting these two bodies ready for you guys. Even before the Yaoyorozu invitation arrived, I was waiting for the right time to tell you. But I think now is the best time. After all..."
I turned to face the empty center of the lab, a wide, anticipatory smile on my face. "...we must all look our best."
I entered the final command. COMPANION PROTOCOL: DELIVERY.
A deep hum resonated through the floor. A large, circular section of the lab floor in the center recessed and slid smoothly aside. From the opening, a polished metal platform rose silently. On it rested two sleek, matte-black cases, each about the size of a large briefcase, positioned on individual sliding holders. They were unadorned except for a single, pulsing blue line of light along their seams.
"But first," I said, my voice warm, "for my favorite girl."
I walked to the case on the left. The blue light turned a soft, welcoming pink as I approached. I placed my hand on the biometric lock. A chime. A hiss of equalizing pressure. The lid unsealed and lifted smoothly on silent hinges.
Inside, nestled in black foam, was a work of art.
"Your new body is right here, Silk," I whispered, my eyes tracing the elegant, lethal curves.
The chassis was a symphony of red and black. The primary color was a deep, glossy crimson, like arterial blood, broken up by patterns of matte black that flowed like ink over a predator's form. It was larger than her current body—about the size of a small ferret—but every line spoke of speed, agility, and terrifying power.
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"It has eight eyes, just like you're supposed to have after all you are a spider," I explained, pointing to the front of the cephalothorax. "But these are multi-spectral sensor arrays. Heat vision, X-ray, telescopic, low-light, full-spectrum analysis. You'll see the world in data."
The body was breathtakingly realistic to a spider's form, but perfected. The eight legs were segmented and powerful, ending in points that could pierce steel. Along their lengths, I had built subtle seams that hinted at hidden weaponry.
"You have significantly more offensive options of course. Enhanced electric discharge nodes here," I indicated points on the abdomen, "and your venom injectors have ten times the range and customizable payloads. Any neurotoxin, paralytic, or alkaline compound you can synthesize or I can provide can be loaded. You also have twin web-shooters here, based on my own designs, for mobility and containment."
I ran a finger along the beautiful carapace. "But the crown jewel, the specific modification I added just for you, is here." I tapped a nearly invisible panel on her back. "Adaptive Chameleon Circuitry. Your exoskeleton can alter its pigmentation and texture in real-time. You can blend into any background—stone, wood, metal, even mimic complex patterns. Perfect stealth."
I looked at the tiny spider on the bench, who was staring, utterly mesmerized, at her future self. "It's you, Silk. But more. Everything you are, amplified ten fold."
I then turned to the second case. "Now, for you, Jarvis."
The case's light shifted to a cool, intelligent blue. It opened with the same silent grace.
"I was tempted to make you a bird-type body. A falcon, for surveillance and high-speed strikes. And I still can, later. But I know you. While I'm buried in schematics or hero tech, you've been running your own... interests. Your logs show a particular fascination with a specific class of documentary."
Resting in the foam was a serpentine form of stunning, lethal beauty. A King Cobra.
"Your favorite animal," I said with a smile.
The body was a masterwork of biomechanical engineering. Scales of iridescent black and silver shimmered like oil on water, each one a hardened ceramic plate. It was about two meters long, sleek and powerful.
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"The primary weapons are, of course, the fangs." I pointed to the front of the sculpted head. "Monofilament-edged, vibrating at ultrasonic frequencies. There is no armor, no natural defense, that can withstand a direct strike. Only a concentrated energy shield could potentially stop it, and even that won't be a guarantee forever."
I gestured along the sides of the sinuous body. "Running the length here, under the first layer of scales, are retractable vibro-blades. They extend when you coil or constrict, allowing you to slice through anything you wrap around. Both the fangs and the blades have integrated, selectable poison reservoirs, just like Silk's."
I met the lens of the terminal camera, knowing Jarvis was observing through every sensor in the room. "Your sensor suite is identical to Silk's—full multi-spectral capability. And you share our climbing abilities; millions of nano-scale setae on your belly allow you to scale any surface."
I stepped back, looking at the two dormant forms, then at my two friends—one a bundle of excited metal on the table, the other a pervasive intelligence in the walls.
"These are yours they are not just tools or upgrades. They're extensions of who you are becoming. You are my partners for whatever comes next in this crazy world of ours."
The lab was silent for a long moment, save for the hum of machinery and Silk's thrilled, staticky chirps.
Then Jarvis spoke, his voice softer, more resonant than I'd ever heard it. "Sir... thank you. The consideration is... deeply appreciated."
"Alright," I said, clapping my hands together, the sound sharp in the quiet. "Transfer protocols are ready. Silk, you first. Jarvis, I'll initiate your consciousness migration once Silk is settled. Let's get you both suited up. We have a party to attend, and my wingman and best girl need to look the part."
I carefully lifted Silk's current body, holding her up to the optical interface port on her new crimson and black chassis. "Ready to become something even more amazing?"
She tapped my finger once, firmly. Yes.
As the data transfer began, a cascade of lights flowing from the old body to the new one, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. This was more than an upgrade; it was a graduation for them. The tiny, brave spark of consciousness I'd first coded into a basic spider drone was stepping into a new reality, one that could truly match her spirit. The faint, whining hum of the transfer filled the silence of the lab. Silk's old body, the little black chassis that had been my first real companion in this world, went still, its blue optic dimming to black. The lights on her new form pulsed in a rhythmic, hungry pattern, drinking in the data, the memories, the very essence of herself.
The process took less than a minute. With a final, brilliant flash from the eight new multi-spectral eyes, the crimson and black spider on the platform twitched. One powerful leg lifted, testing its new articulation with a smooth, deadly grace. Then another. She pushed herself upright, a predator uncoiling. She was breathtaking. The glossy red and matte black seemed to drink the light, and the sheer presence of her—larger, more defined, infinitely more capable—filled the corner of the lab with a quiet, potent energy.
She turned, her new array of eyes focusing on me. For a moment, there was no movement, just that intense, multi-faceted stare. Then, with a burst of speed that was a blur of red, she launched herself. She hit the ceiling with a soft tack, clung effortlessly, and then dropped, landing perfectly in the center of my open palms. She was heavier, the weight solid and reassuring.
She looked up, her new vocalizer emitting a series of crisp, clear chirps and clicks, far more complex than her old ones. A language was forming. She tapped my thumb with one foreleg—I'm here—before scrambling up my arm with impossible speed and agility. In a heartbeat, she was perched on top of my head, her new legs gently combing through my still-wild hair. Then she leaned down, the smooth, cool plating of her head rubbing insistently against my cheek in a gesture of pure, unadulterated affection. The purring hum from her core was deeper, more resonant, vibrating comfortingly against me.
I laughed, the sound full of real joy. "Welcome back, Silk. You look incredible."
"Now for you, my friend," I said, turning to the terminal. "Jarvis, initiating full consciousness migration to Mark I Cobra chassis. All systems are green. Ready when you are."
"Migration protocols confirmed," Jarvis's voice replied, its usual calm touched with a rare undercurrent of something like anticipation. "Initiating transfer. It is a... singular sensation."
The lights in the lab dimmed slightly as power was diverted. The sleek cobra body on its platform lit up from within, a network of faint blue lines tracing its length like awakened nerves. There was no dramatic flash this time, just a slow, steady brightening until the form seemed to be alive with cool, intelligent light. Then, with a smooth, sinuous motion that was utterly natural and profoundly alien, the cobra raised its head. The iridescent scales rippled with a rainbow sheen. Its hood flared slightly, not in threat, but in what seemed like... assessment.
The head turned, the sophisticated sensor array in its "eyes" regarding me, the lab, Silk on my head. Then, with a speed that rivaled Silk's, it flowed off the platform. It didn't slither so much as it poured across the floor, a river of liquid shadow and silver, before climbing my leg and torso with effortless, silent grace. It coiled itself around my neck, not tightly, but with a secure, familiar weight. The cool, smooth scales were surprisingly pleasant against my skin.
The head came to rest near my ear, and a new voice spoke, smoother, more sibilant, but unmistakably Jarvis own voice. "Sensory integration is... remarkable. Tactile feedback, proprioception, a full spectrum of environmental data. Thank you, Master. This gift is beyond my wildest calculations." He then mimicked Silk, nudging his head against my other cheek in a gesture of gratitude.
I reached up, stroking the sleek head with one finger. "You're welcome, Jarvis. Both of you. And 'Master' is for the servers. Out here, it's just Izuku."
I smiled, feeling the warm weight of Silk on my head and the cool, intelligent presence of Jarvis around my neck. "Now, we have a party to go to and we must be at our best so let's do it in style."
I walked to the main terminal, grabbed a pair of sleek, black-framed glasses I'd left charging there. They looked stylish, but the frames housed a micro-HUD and bone conduction speaker. "Jarvis, connect to primary mobile interface. Glasses Protocol."
As I put them on, the lenses glowed a soft, cerulean blue for a second as the connection established. Data streams—biometrics, local network pings, a discreet feed from the house security—flickered at the edge of my vision before stabilizing into a subtle, unobtrusive display.
"Connection stable, Izuku," Jarvis's voice murmured directly into my auditory canal. "All systems nominal."
"Perfect." I gave the lab one last look—my sanctuary, the cradle of the future—and headed for the exit. The wall sealed itself behind me with a final hiss, vanishing back into seamless perfection. I grabbed the elegantly wrapped tablet gift for Momo from my desk and made my way out of my room.
The main house felt different now, knowing who was with me. I walked through the spacious halls to the front entrance. The large door swung open, revealing the crisp evening air and our waiting transportation—a long, black limousine with tinted windows, its engine a quiet purr as the setting sun glinted of it.
Mama and Hikaru were standing beside it. Mama looked stunning in a deep blue evening gown that complemented her eyes, her hair styled elegantly. Hikaru was in a tailored black suit that managed to look both refined and like it could conceal an arsenal (which it probably did). They turned to me as I approached them.
Mama's eyes, initially wide with her maternal appraisal, immediately snapped to the new additions. "Izuku! What ... .what are those? And is that a snake?!" Her voice was a mix of concern and fascination at the same time.
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Hikaru's eyes narrowed, his predator's instinct instantly assessing the two new forms in my shoulders. His gaze lingered on Jarvis, recognizing the lethal potential in the coiled form.
"Ah," I said, grinning. "Mama, Hikaru, meet the upgraded members of our team. You know Silk," I said, gesturing to the crimson spider now posing regally on my head.
Silk chirped a greeting, waving one leg.
"And this," I said, patting Jarvis's coiled form, "is Jarvis."
Jarvis lifted his head, his hood flaring ever so slightly in a dignified manner. "Good evening, Mistress Inko, Master Kaito." His new, smoother voice held a hint of theatrical hurt. "I am... wounded that my new aesthetic has rendered me unrecognizable. Has my diction deteriorated so?"
Hikaru's stern expression broke into a look of pure astonishment. "Jarvis? The AI?"
"Correct," Jarvis said, sounding pleased. "The young Master has provided Silk and myself with new physical embodiments. A most... tangible upgrade."
Mama's hand flew to her mouth, her worried look melting into one of dawning delight. "Jarvis! You're a snake! A beautiful, scary snake! And Silk, you look so... fierce!" She leaned closer, her nervousness forgotten in the face of her curiosity. "But Izuku, why...?"
"If they're going to be with me like I planned," I explained, shifting the gift box under my arm, "I might as well give them style. Plus, now you can think of them as my very capable, very stylish bodyguards. It might help you worry less about me so that you can relax and enjoy yourself tonight."
Mama's eyes softened. She reached out, hesitantly at first, then gently stroked Jarvis's head. He accepted the touch regally. "Well... alright. As long as they behave at the party. No... constricting the guests, Jarvis. And no shocking the waitstaff, Silk."
Silk chirped in what sounded like a promise. Jarvis gave a slow, deliberate blink. "I shall endeavor to be the soul of reptilian decorum, Madam."
"Good," Mama said, then turned her full attention to me, her eyes shining. "And you, my little man... you look so grown up and so handsome." She straightened my tie, her touch gentle.
"Thanks, Mama," I said, feeling a genuine warmth.
Hikaru finally spoke, his voice a low rumble. "The cobra form is a logical choice for Jarvis. Stealth, precision strikes, psychological impact. And Silk's new mobility and offensive suite are... impressive." He gave me a nod, the teacher's approval clear in his eyes. "Well done Izuku."
"Couldn't have done it without some inspiration," I replied giving him a look, which earned a faint smirk from him.
"Alright, enough admiring the deadly accessories," Mama said, clapping her hands softly. "We have a birthday party to get to. Into the limo, everyone."
We slid into the luxurious interior of the limousine. Mama and Hikaru sat on one side, I sat on the other, Silk now perched on the back of the seat beside me, and Jarvis rearranged himself comfortably across my shoulders. The driver, a discreet man on Stark's payroll, closed the partition, giving us privacy.
As the car pulled smoothly away from our mountain home, gliding down the winding road towards the glittering sprawl of the city and the Yaoyorozu estate, I looked at my small, powerful family. Mama, radiant and strong. Hikaru, a deadly shadow who had become a pillar. Silk, my first friend and loyal protector. Jarvis, my brilliant partner, now with a body to match his mind.Hikaru's eyes narrowed, his predator's instinct instantly assessing the two new forms in my shoulders. His gaze lingered on Jarvis, recognizing the lethal potential in the coiled form.
"Ah," I said, grinning. "Mama, Hikaru, meet the upgraded members of our team. You know Silk," I said, gesturing to the crimson spider now posing regally on my head.
Silk chirped a greeting, waving one leg.
"And this," I said, patting Jarvis's coiled form, "is Jarvis."
Jarvis lifted his head, his hood flaring ever so slightly in a dignified manner. "Good evening, Mistress Inko, Master Kaito." His new, smoother voice held a hint of theatrical hurt. "I am... wounded that my new aesthetic has rendered me unrecognizable. Has my diction deteriorated so?"
Hikaru's stern expression broke into a look of pure astonishment. "Jarvis? The AI?"
"Correct," Jarvis said, sounding pleased. "The young Master has provided Silk and myself with new physical embodiments. A most... tangible upgrade."
Mama's hand flew to her mouth, her worried look melting into one of dawning delight. "Jarvis! You're a snake! A beautiful, scary snake! And Silk, you look so... fierce!" She leaned closer, her nervousness forgotten in the face of her curiosity. "But Izuku, why...?"
"If they're going to be with me like I planned," I explained, shifting the gift box under my arm, "I might as well give them style. Plus, now you can think of them as my very capable, very stylish bodyguards. It might help you worry less about me so that you can relax and enjoy yourself tonight."
Mama's eyes softened. She reached out, hesitantly at first, then gently stroked Jarvis's head. He accepted the touch regally. "Well... alright. As long as they behave at the party. No... constricting the guests, Jarvis. And no shocking the waitstaff, Silk."
Silk chirped in what sounded like a promise. Jarvis gave a slow, deliberate blink. "I shall endeavor to be the soul of reptilian decorum, Madam."
"Good," Mama said, then turned her full attention to me, her eyes shining. "And you, my little man... you look so grown up and so handsome." She straightened my tie, her touch gentle.
"Thanks, Mama," I said, feeling a genuine warmth.
Hikaru finally spoke, his voice a low rumble. "The cobra form is a logical choice for Jarvis. Stealth, precision strikes, psychological impact. And Silk's new mobility and offensive suite are... impressive." He gave me a nod, the teacher's approval clear in his eyes. "Well done Izuku."
"Couldn't have done it without some inspiration," I replied giving him a look, which earned a faint smirk from him.
"Alright, enough admiring the deadly accessories," Mama said, clapping her hands softly. "We have a birthday party to get to. Into the limo, everyone."
We slid into the luxurious interior of the limousine. Mama and Hikaru sat on one side, I sat on the other, Silk now perched on the back of the seat beside me, and Jarvis rearranged himself comfortably across my shoulders. The driver, a discreet man on Stark's payroll, closed the partition, giving us privacy.
As the car pulled smoothly away from our mountain home, gliding down the winding road towards the glittering sprawl of the city and the Yaoyorozu estate, I looked at my small, powerful family. Mama, radiant and strong. Hikaru, a deadly shadow who had become a pillar. Silk, my first friend and loyal protector. Jarvis, my brilliant partner, now with a body to match his mind.