Ironheart

I heard Riri Williams was a genius,

but I said to myself, "Parker, you gotta meet this kid up close."

People got no choice but to respect me.

Smarter AI, stronger armor.

- Look at her. She's shook. - Sweats almost as much as you, Stu.

- - Stuart Clarke?

- Rampage on the tech-makers' Discord? - Enchanté.

If you don't work with me here, the FBI gets a call.

Illegal weapons and bionics.

The bunker makes me feel close to my dad.

- Freeze! - Natalie, close the helmet!

- -

You wanna keep playing Spy Kids, then stop trying to control me.

Are you sayin' I can stay?

What you know about Parker?

I saw Parker shirtless, but scales everywhere.

You know, you ask a lot of questions, Riri.

You'll agree to put me and my associates on TNNL's payroll.

Six figure salaries, equity in the company.

- -

But the money above us will never notice our brilliance unless we force them.

We're gonna snatch every iota of power, and they're terrified.

Here's to you.

I think Parker's wrapped up in some sketchy shit.

I don't know what it is, but it ain't from around here.

Krah, krah, krah!

Y'all are so childish.

Shut up, Slug.

Like you wouldn't strut in a money shower.

Once you've strut in one money shower, you've strut in them all.

Yeah? All right there, twinkle toes. What you gonna do with your Birkin bands?

I'm gonna go home and open up a Michelin star restaurant lounge.

- Mm! - Hey, fancy.

Also something Stuart would say.

I miss that dude.

Uh, don't you mean Rampage?

Uh-uh. Still no.

I'm about to open up a school for kids

as a money laundering front for my black market explosives.

Yeah!

What y'all plannin' to do?

- Underground Fight Club. - Underground Fight Club.

How about you?

All my money goes back into the suit.

Denser alloys, precision fittings...

And I almost have enough so I can quit this shady shit.

Oh, I'd take shady all the way to the bank.

Guys, guys, guys!

You've got to see this. Mm?

Who wore it better? Parker or Clown?

Have you lost your mind?

Been tryna pick the vault where he keeps it, for a long time.

Cracked the code today!

Hood is gonna kill you.

She's a model on the runway in Gucci, Prada, Miami, Paris--

Yo, what the...

Damn, this thing is weird.

Weird how?

It's like... It's hot, but not in a sexy way.

In, like, a...

"edging on theoretical physics" kinda way.

Do we have time to analyze the energy? To get to the bottom of Hood's powers?

Yo, between me and you, we can figure it out.

Invisibility, bending bullets--

The hell?

Do not touch the damn hood!

And y'all sittin' here watchin'?

All right.

Yo, what is your problem?

My problem?

I want you to go ahead and back away, little girl.

Or what?

Easy, John.

Easy.

We all want the same thing, yeah?

Yeah.

I think you made your point.

They won't do it again.

Let's look ahead to the next hit.

Slug, give us the rundown.

Next target's Heirlum, and Heirlum's CEO, Hunter Mason,

"a homegrown Chicago player who became an industry titan

"by applying cutting edge farming technology

"to specially preserved antique seeds."

Old meets new... on steroids.

They're driving local farmers out of business.

We're still running recon, but what we do know

is that the entire facility is outfitted with security

designed to detect any metals

that could be considered a threat to the biology,

which means no knives,

no suit, and no bombs.

Any questions?

I have one.

Why does a bunch of good-looking people look so pitiful?

Probably 'cause ya boy slammed my head into a table

and still hasn't apologized yet.

I'm sorry.

Look, we all just got paid.

Everybody go out, have fun, spend frivolously,

and when we come back with cooler heads, we bring the heat to another rich asshole.

All right?

Hey, Hood.

Can I talk to you for a second?

About these heists,

we Ocean's Eleven or The Sopranos?

What's the difference?

I'm only doing this because I have to,

not because I'm a bad person.

You're joking, right? Everyone you're talking about is a criminal.

- Including you. - No, I'm not.

I'm an engineer. What I'm building is--

- Important? -

Iconic.

Look, anyone who's ever accomplished anything iconic in life

has had to do some questionable things to get it done.

Before my hood,

I was a nobody.

But with it,

maybe a little unsavory, but...

You know, I'm unstoppable.

How does that work actually?

I've seen something like that before.

Vibranium?

Pym tech?

- Magic. - "Magic" is code for "I don't know."

I don't care how it works.

It helps me protect who I love and what I want.

And that's enough for me.

I suspect that's enough for you too, Riri.

And if that makes you bad...

who cares?

But you're the genius, right?

And, uh... And I may be full of shit.

So, yeah, why don't you take your hard-earned cash and, uh...

and do good?

Or whatever.

So...

I got somethin' for you.

Now you can retire them worn-out earphones you've been wearing.

- You don't like 'em. - No, they... they're great. Uh...

So you were dumpster divin' a few weeks ago,

now you're buyin' expensive headphones?

That was before this job.

Right, that secret startup you super conveniently can't discuss.

Look, if you don't want them, that's all you had to say.

I'm not sayin' that. They're special.

They're from you.

These?

These are Natalie.

Every scratch and scuff on these worn-out earmuffs, Natalie put there.

She was always borrowin' 'em and just disrespectful.

That's nice,

but how can you work without falling apart?

Every single dent is a memory I can hold on to.

I swear, when I put these on, I just...

I feel her soul in these.

She seeps into the music.

Makes it better.

Get you in your feels, huh?

Oh, come on, girl.

And I mean that completely colloquially, not at all pejoratively.

Mm.

From the same streets.

What you out here doin'?

- Nothing. - You sure you're not hiding something?

Oh, hi.

- Can I help you? - Yes.

Good evening, ma'am. Is this the home of Riri Williams?

Daughter, why is there a sweaty, middle-aged white man at my door?

Um, I'm 36, respectfully.

Hmm.

Joe!

How do you two know each other?

Well, Riri and I, um--

Met at work.

- Uh-huh. - We're coworkers.

Coworkers, right, yeah. We work in the same cohort...

uh, pod team... group.

Mm-hmm.

I thought your work was confidential.

Should you really be walking around with, uh,

blueprints?

My thoughts exactly.