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The lab was quiet.
Too quiet.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes. The holographic interface in front of me displayed the full schematics of Project Mimic.
The suit itself wasn't the problem—I could build a functioning exo-frame using Tony's existing designs.
The real challenge was the chip.
How do you create a system that can replicate fighting styles without requiring years of experience?
I needed something that could record, analyze, and adapt instantly.
I tapped a few keys, bringing up movement algorithms based on real-world martial arts.
Muay Thai, Jiu-Jitsu, Wing Chun, Boxing, Taekwondo…
The problem was that a person's body wasn't just a machine. Strength, reflexes, endurance—these factors determined how well someone fought.
Even if I could create a combat-assist system, it wouldn't make me Captain America overnight.
I sighed. "J.A.R.V.I.S., run a simulation."
> "Initializing combat analysis…"
The screen flashed as a virtual opponent appeared—a simulated combat dummy based on standard human reactions.
I watched as the system ran its first test.
The opponent threw a punch—and the simulated user dodged too late.
The second punch landed straight in the face.
> "Simulation failed."
I groaned. "Figures."
This was going to take a lot more work.
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The next morning, I dragged myself to the kitchen.
I was running on three hours of sleep and an unhealthy amount of caffeine.
The smell of coffee was the only thing keeping me alive.
As I poured myself a cup, I heard footsteps approaching.
"Long night?"
I turned my head and saw Natasha.
She stood near the counter, arms crossed, her expression neutral but curious.
I nodded, taking a sip. "Yeah. Trying to figure out how to make a genius-level combat system. No big deal."
She smirked. "Sounds ambitious."
"Ambitious? I don't think so. I would rather prefer the word 'insane.'"
She took a sip of her own coffee. "What's the problem?"
I exhaled. "Human movement isn't just math. Experience matters. Reactions, muscle memory… I can program movement, but not instinct."
Natasha tilted her head. "You're trying to turn a computer into a fighter."
"Pretty much."
She studied me for a second before setting down her cup.
"Come with me."
I blinked. "Uh, where?"
She smirked. "To see if your brain can keep up with your body."
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The training room was empty except for a few training dummies and a set of sparring mats.
Natasha stepped onto the mat and stretched. "Let's see what you've got."
I frowned. "What are we going to see here? I mean I ain't gonna say no to show myself to you, but you do know there are certain laws that might make life hard for you though, right? "
Natasha brought her fist close to her face, and took a stance. Fight?
I was surprised a bit, "Wait, are we actually doing this?"
She smirked. "Unless you're scared."
I sighed. "Fine."
I stepped onto the mat, raising my fists in a basic boxing stance.
Natasha didn't even move. She just studied me.
"Too stiff," she said. "Loosen your shoulders."
I adjusted.
She circled me. "You're too focused on offense. Defense matters more."
"Got it."
Then—she moved.
Before I could react, she swept my leg—and I hit the ground.
Hard.
I groaned. "Ow."
Natasha crossed her arms. "You think too much. In a real fight, you won't have time for calculations."
I sat up. "That's the problem. I'm not trying to create a fighter—I need to create a system to do it for me."
She nodded slowly. "Then train your body to match your brain."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
She crouched down. "Your system? It's a tool, a body. A good one. But if you don't understand fighting, how do you expect to improve it?"
I blinked.
She was right.
If I wanted to create something that could truly analyze and adapt, I had to experience combat firsthand.
Natasha smirked. "Training starts tomorrow. Be ready."
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Later that day, I walked back into the lab.
Tony was already there, tinkering with his Iron Man gauntlet.
He didn't look up. "So, I hear you got your ass kicked."
I rolled my eyes. "News travels fast."
"Natasha's impressed, though." He finally glanced at me. "Which means you're either an idiot or interesting."
"Probably both."
I pulled up my designs for Project Mimic. "I need to modify the system. The chip alone won't cut it—I need to integrate it with an adaptive framework."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
"Meaning, instead of just recording movement, it should learn through actual combat."
Tony tapped his chin. "So you want a neural feedback loop."
I nodded. "Exactly."
He smirked. "Not bad."
He pulled up the blueprint and started tweaking the design. "You'll need muscle-memory sensors to analyze real-time movement."
"Already accounted for."
Tony glanced at me. "You've been busy."
I shrugged. "Trying to keep up with the genius gene."
He smirked. "Good luck with that."
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That night, as I was finishing up, J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke.
> "Sir, I have an update on Wanda and Pietro Maximoff."
I froze.
"Go on."
> "I have detected movement near a known Hydra facility in Sokovia. Unusual patterns suggest possible prisoner transport."
My heart pounded.
"Wanda?"
> "I cannot confirm, but the probability is high."
I clenched my fists.
If Hydra had them…
I had to act.
I wasn't ready yet—but soon, I would be.
I looked at my screen, the blueprint for Project Mimic glowing in the dim light.
I had a long way to go.
But when the time came—
I would be ready.
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