[ He'd hoped pride would be his downfall. Or at least the need for something of a challenge. He didn't rip off his clothes, for once. (Why he'd thought that a good idea whenever the underarmor deployed, he'd never know.) But he did let metal cover his head and fingers, peeking out from under the second-hand, goodwill clothing he'd dug out.
And then came the gloves, and the boots. They were chrome, rather than red. He didn't pull them out, either, but they fastened into place anyway.
He had the plans in his head, it had been easy to find replacements, or improvise. ]
What do you think? Not too bad for being on a budget and on the run? I know it's missing a little flash.
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And then came the gloves, and the boots. They were chrome, rather than red. He didn't pull them out, either, but they fastened into place anyway.
He had the plans in his head, it had been easy to find replacements, or improvise. ]
What do you think? Not too bad for being on a budget and on the run? I know it's missing a little flash.