The Power Behind the Man

Tony lifted the visor of his helmet just so Ned could see him roll his eyes. "Come on, kid," he groused, "spit it out."

"What?" The boy looked like he'd been caught smoking his dad's sigarettes. Did kids still smoke? God, he hoped not.

"You're practically vibrating. Come on; what is it? Want to ask me something about the suit?" Ned was smart; a little too smart not to be stupid. It reminded Tony too much of himself.

"I, uh..."

Oh, for fuck's sake. "What?!"

"Your butt has its own power supply," Ned gasped.

"Feature," Tony shrugged. "Not a bug."