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Zach had been looking through a metal box with all of his equipment (Save for his sword) in it. He checked thrice to make sure it had everything. Gloves, check. Helmet, Check. Pants, check. Suit, check. Shield?...check. He was good. His sword was propped up next to the box. He grinned as he saw everything was there.

"Now, where to change?..." he mumbled to himself. He looked surveyed the room for a few seconds before his question was answered.

“Uh, yes, well if you’d like to change you need to do it quickly. There is a small artillery room just over there that you could use.” He suggested, avoiding her unabashed gaze.

It appeared that Stark was to change first. So, he began fiddling around with his gear for a bit. He started by checking to make sure his shield and sword's magnetic devices worked. They did, but that was to be expected by something made by a Stark. Can't say they aren't useful, can't say that at all. After that was finished, he began swinging Peacemaker (Far enough from everybody of course) in different ways. This stretched his arms a bit for the upcoming battle. His swings weren't that of a novice in the art of swordsmanship. No, it was that of someone who had learned it for longer than he had-a master. Zach had always learned things rather quickly, something he attributed to his powers.

After a couple of minutes, Stark entered the room in a rather appetizing outfit. Zach's eyes were locked onto her mores than they usually were, and the apparel she had on didn't help him avert them. When she went and sat next to Lark, Thorson commented on her outfit. To Zach, it sounded flirtatious in some way. Strangely, this subtely upset the Zach, but he didn't let it show. If he did, it'd probably make himself look like an ass. It wasn't like Stark shared any interest in him. In fact, she probably only had interest in her mother and father. But, at least that was something.

He wasted no time getting dressed in the artillery room, which was filled with a plethora of weapons, most of which, were prototypes which weren't available to even the military. Only a couple minutes passed and he was good to go. He stepped out of the room and back into the one filled with his new allies.

"So, how do I look?" he asked his comrades. It was actually his first time wearing it, and it fit perfectly. He decided to have a Kevlar Vest under it, in case a bullet managed to reach him. He wasn't concerned about it, but there was always the chance, and he wasn't Thor or Iron Man.