Ironheart's energy indicator went from yellow to red. A warning box popped up on the screen inside the armor: a yellow triangle with a black exclamation point inside it. Energy remaining: fifteen percent.
"These damn criminals' superpowers are a little beyond expectations." Her arms were shaking, the energy shield was trembling, and the dark-red beam gathered into one stream was like a red-hot iron ram, pressed against her shield. Heat conducted through the armor, and the skin on her arms felt as if it were being seared by a branding iron.
Of course, despite the miscalculation, Morgan still gritted her teeth and did not let go. Letting go meant death. Not that she would die—the building behind her would.
A superhero's heart would not allow Morgan to dodge.
If the beam passed through her shield, the building's outer wall would be melted, the glass would explode, the steel structure would soften, and the entire building would collapse within seconds.
The people inside would not have time to run.
She could not let go.
"Shit! I'm done!" she cursed again. The energy indicator went from red to dark crimson: seven percent. The armor's alarm shifted from low frequency to high, beep-beep-beep-beep, like the shriek of a heart monitor on the verge of flatlining. Her vision began to blur, but not because she was injured.
It was because the armor had shut down the visual enhancement system in power-saving mode. The data stream projected onto her retinas cut off, leaving her with only her naked eyes.
She could not see the three criminals' faces clearly. She could only see three clusters of dark-red light, like three crazed eyes. In that moment, Morgan remembered what her father had once said. Tony Stark, Iron Man, founder of the Avengers, one of the smartest people