Ironheart

MIT has a zero-tolerance policy on plagiarism.

-You're expelling me? - Immediately.

I'm here because I can be the greatest inventor of my generation,

which doesn't mean much without the resources

to bring my ideas to life.

Setting course to Chicago, Illinois.

So, what should we do

-about Stuart? - Fire him.

But make sure you find his replacement first.

- Yo, you seein' this? -Holy hell.

- -Ooh!

Why do you insist on building your own death trap?

Because I can.

A lot of kids act out

-for years after a traumatic event. -

You know, traditional companies, they didn't work for me, either.

That's why I work for someone... better.

I heard Riri Williams was a genius.

-You don't have that kinda money. - Consider this a signing bonus.

Join me and I will give you the tools to help you carry out your vision.

Riri?

-Riri, time to wake up, love. -

Nah, nah, you... You're not real.

If I wasn't real, could I do this?

Okay.

-Well, what is real? - Riri? Are you home?

Uh, yes.

You got to get out of here.

-I do not need my mom to see you. -Okay, where do you want me to go?

Riri, don't you hear me calling you?

Oh, one second, Mom.

Oh, you nice with it.

Please stop talking.

- Did you just slam my door? - Sorry.

Okay, what is this? Who are you?

I'm Natalie.

I'd shake your hand, but I'm just a three-dimensional image

shaped by light beams projecting from that broken chest plate, so...

-I'm not calling you that. -Okay.

You could call me, "Neuro Autonomous Technical Assistant

and Laboratory Intelligence Entity" instead,

but "Natalie" just kind of rolls off the tongue a little better,

-you know? -Fine. Call yourself whatever you want.

It's not like you're gonna be around much longer, anyway.

Run diagnostics.

Wait, what? What do you mean? I just got here.

I need to figure out what went wrong so I can erase you, start over,

and hopefully forget this weird glitch ever happened.

Whoa, who you callin' a glitch?

Run diagnostics.

Okay, so you just gon' threaten my life

-and then ask for a favor. -Favor?

That's how you do business?

-Girl, that was an order. -Oh.

Which, as an AI you're designed to obey.

Run diagnostics now.

See, I just don't understand why you want to erase me

when I'm literally perfection.

No. You are a mistake.

-How, sway? -My goal was to recreate

a very sophisticated Wakandan AI called Griot...

- "Sophisticated". -...to enhance my suit's functionality.

Sounds like a Victorian-era ghost. That could be us, but you trippin'.

But somehow, I'm looking at a hologram of my dead best friend instead.

Hmm...

Yeah, that's...

That's only weird if you make it... weird.

Oh, my God!

-I don't have time for this. -

It's been more than a second, Riri.

-What are you doing? -Is that Ronnie?

- -Can I talk to her?

That's a diamond-hard no.

-Why can't I talk to her? -Be quiet.

-'Sup? -"'Sup?"

-You got a boy in here? -Ew. No, Mom.

-A girl? -It's just me. By myself.

Oh.

-Yeah. -Well...

It's really nice seeing you in your room again.

Mom, I'm kinda in the middle of something. Okay?

All right. I'll leave you alone.

Okay, thank you so much. Bye.

What do you want for dinner tonight? What-- Ow!

Listen, I gotta go to work, so...

You're gonna wait here quietly till I get back.

I can't go with you? What am I supposed to do while you're gone?

Nothing.

Do not do anything until I get back.

As you wish, Master Riri.

You have fun in here.

Damn.

Here again?

Go home, Roger.

Good morning to you, too.

Actually, glad I caught you, 'cause...

I was gonna invite you to this, uh, Saba thing tonight.

-Unless you already got plans. -No. I...

I mean, yeah, I could go.

Let's meet there. Send me the addy. I really gotta go. I'm late.

We transformed Chicago's historic freight tunnels

into a private highway,

offering travelers a shorter and safer commute.

The committed team at TNNL thanks investors like you

for joining our mission to bring comfort,

safety, and community to the great city of Chicago.

The subterranean system utilizes electromagnetic--

Yo, nice of you to finally join us.

Sorry. I'm...

Brought the bagels.

-Gluten-free? -

All right. Let's get to it.

Here's the squad.

Sitting across from me is Slug.

Our hacker extraordinaire from Madripoor.

They were swindling high rollers on dark web gambling sites.

- - We offered them asylum

in Chicago in exchange for their services.

I don't wanna toot my own horn or anything,

but, um, I'm kinda one of Madripoor's most wanted.

-Toot-toot. -

Then there's The Blood Siblings, Roz and Jeri.

Down-on-their-luck athletes, banned from every league

-for unsportsmanlike conduct. -Facts.

We found them making money off back-alley fights outside a dive.

Next is Clown.

Our pyrotechnics specialist.

We found her in the middle of a nasty workplace dispute with her fiancé.

In exchange for her skills,

-we convinced him to not press charges. -

Then finally, that leaves my cousin, John.

HR, recruiter, getaway driver...

I'm also highly skilled in the art of scherma di stiletto siciliano.

"Hi, I'm John. My parents didn't say, 'I love you,' so now I play with knives."

- -

That was actually funny. That's good.

Look, Riri is replacing Stuart as our mechanic and tech specialist.

-We're lucky to have her. - Yep.

Let's get her up to speed on tonight's job.

-John? Take it away. -Yo.

Tonight, Sheila's gonna be doing a big demo run at TNNL.

And we're gonna be interrupting that practice run by breaking the system

in a way only this crew can fix.

We robbin' the Sheila Zarate?

You mean, Sheila "I don't care if my tunnels

destroy entire communities if it makes me rich" Zarate?

You're right. Screw her.

You'll upload a virus, created by yours truly,

into one of TNNL's mobile access points, allowing me to shut down the system.

It's on this flash drive here.

Once you plug it in, I can control the system.

- Clown will get you in. -I got just the thing.

Strong enough to blow through thick layers of concrete

without causing any damage below.

And she's quiet.

My little S-B-D. Silent but deadly.

Okay. Me, Roz, and John will clear the control room

so Slug can do their thing.

And once Parker's done with negotiations, we meet at the pickup spot.

Be there on time or take the bus.

Everyone in position by 8:00 sharp, tonight.

So, like, when do we get paid?

Is it like a cash only, under-the-table type situation,

-or, like, direct deposit? -

That's a good question.

How about we stay focused on the job?

And that suit better be ready.

We're gonna need it for tonight.

It's at home.

Charging, but I got you.

Don't worry.

Okay.

Let's do it.

- -

- -

Cool.

So, I'm screwed.

-Can't you build some-- -

Do not sneak up on me like that.

Girl, you should've saw your face.

Stop messin' around and pull up Stuart Clarke's contact.

For what?

Maybe he has a connect.

-Oh. -

'Sup, y'all. It's your boy Rampage, aka Stuart.

But call me Rampage in your message.

This man sent me straight to voicemail.

Oh. Probably 'cause you stole his job.

-Salty ass. -Salty ass.

If only, if only you had a valiant AI who'd brave the dark corners

of the Internet and locate everything you need.

- You already did that, didn't you? - I mean...