Over the past three years, IronJ has been guarding Seoul from evil crimes. She flies at extreme speeds, has inhumane strength, and able to use various kind of firepowers. She kicks .

But behind all the shining red and golden armors, there is Seo Jisoo, a female, mortal human in mid 20s who lives wealthy life CEO-ing SJS Corporation she inherited from her father. Unfortunately, she is also not immune from virus called influenza.

So one day when her long time enemy - mysterious thief who’s specialized in heisting diamonds and worthy jewels going by the name Black Maiden - sent challange notification that she’s intended to steal a 1,111 carat gem called Pandora which currently exhibited in the nation’s largest museum, knocked out by cold Jisoo had no other choice but to send her genius assistant to the crime scene in her place.

Nobody said it was easy. But no one ever said it would be this hard. Inside the steel suit, single sweat rolls from Soul’s temple as she tries focusing herself. No, not because of actual heat - IronJ’s suit she designed by her own hands has perfect ventilation and air conditioning system she’s sure would never suffocate its wearer. The torture comes from voluptuos figure standing tall right in front of her now.

Soul has seen Black Maiden several times on the large computer screens inside SJS Corp. headquarter where she usually sits down monitoring IronJ during encounter with criminals threatening the town’s concord. Jisoo also explained her as highly intelligent, wicked woman she loathes. And most of the time she wore red and black long mantle with mask covering her face.

Why would this time Black Maiden decided to change her outfit into all black, skin tight leather suit with very low cut showcasing upper chest and nothing to cover her evilly beautiful face, Soul has no idea.

“Soul, I don’t know how to operate these machines of yours!” Jisoo’s panicked voice comes through the armor’s communication system following some sneezes. “Is everything okay there? What are you seeing right now?!”

“Nice collarbones.”

“… Excuse me?”

Some ordinary bloody combat against nasty bastards, Soul was sure she would still be able to handle with hi-tech weapons she’d embedded onto IronJ. That was what she expected and readied herself to. But to be lowkey seduced like this, even her above 200 superior I.Q doesn’t know how to put up good fight.

“Wow..” The thief chuckles. “Did you accidentally minimize yourself during some sort of experiment involving midget creatures? The IronJ I remember isn’t this tiny.”

“Th.. That’s not y.. Your business!” That supposed to be audacious bellow, but under the scrutinizing eyes of Black Maiden, Soul can’t help but stuttering, making the superhero armor that has been modified to fit her size looks even smaller.

Pair of perfect brows raised in amusement. “Hm. She also does not tremble like a scaredy cat.”

Black Maiden takes some more steps forward, effectively cornering Soul. Luscious lips curled into smirk as she looming over and placing both hands against wall between the cowering hero’s head.

“Who are you?” She whispers, her tone’s husky, and Soul finds her brain’s rapidly shutting down.

All areas have been cleared, police have trusted everything to the almighty IronJ, so basically no one would come to save her.

“Can’t speak?” Long finger is now tracing the heavy armor’s jawline. “I have no choice then.”

The last thing Soul saw before closing her eyes tightly was red line lighting up around the gauntlet on Black Maiden’s left forearm. There’s loud electric bursts sound and for a split second, she thought she’s already died.

She’s not. Just her mask has been torn into two, revealing terrified face Black Maiden never seen before.

“Oh my..” The villain gasps. “What were that rusty iron thinking, sending a baby to fight with me?”

“I’m not baby!” Soul barks indignantly, though still crouching on the corner with shock evident in her expression. “The real IronJ is… Is currently busy with another thing! I am enough to kick your and send you behind bars!”

“Well, I don’t think so. You’re not going to last a minute, baby iron.” Black Maiden raises her gauntlet clad hand up, laughing as Soul instantly trying to cover her head at the simple action.

“Who’s your name?” She continues, more amicable now. “I’m Lee Mijoo, by the way.”

“Lee Soojung.” Soul doesn’t know what’s possesed them both, superhero’s personal assistant and nation-wide most wanted thief exchanging real identities in friendly manner.

“Soojung.. Pretty name. Sounds as cute as yourself.”

“Huh?” The smaller woman squeaks weakly.

“Look, I don’t want to waste my energy for opponent that doesn’t even match up with me. It’s not fun at all.” Mijoo offers a hand to help Soojung gets up to her feet. “And just as what I said before…”

There’s a loud yelp when she strongly pulling Soojung towards herself without warning, their face just some mere inches.

“You’re cute. Like, totally my style.” For God’s sake why did this rude woman has to wink? At this rate, Soojung can no longer breath properly.

“I suggest we overlook each other status for now and, uh.. Move somewhere else and do something nicer? What do you say?”

It’s probably the best, as well as the worst idea they’ve ever had. Soojung lets the villain dragging her by hand to museum’s back door where Black Maiden vehicle is waiting, wishing she still have mask on to hide her completely flushed face.

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“Soul! Can you hear me?!” The sick superhero shrieks at the communicator for the umpteenth time. It’s almost dawn, and Jisoo’s totally freaked out after losing contact with her partner since some hours ago.

The wooden door barged open and Jiyeon enters half running. “Have you seen breaking news?”

“Not yet. What are they saying?! Was IronJ defeated and that freak spider woman managed to get the diamond?!”

“Nope.” Jiyeon hands her iPad. “Police said Pandora is safe and when they came into the building, nobody’s there.”

Jisoo sighs in relief as she reading the headline IronJ Once Again Saved The Nation’s Treasure. “Wait. Then why Soojung hasn’t coming back until now?” Her brows arched in confusion.

“No idea. Could it be she went home straight away?” Jiyeon shrugs. “Anyway, you should rest too! Look at those runny nose and dark circles!”

Jisoo complies with no further questions, letting herself being pushed out of the headquarter and to a room specially made for her to rest on the next floor. She’s about to settle on the comfy huge bed when something unfamiliar - a basket of… oranges and apples? - on the nightstand seizes her attention.

Yo! >:D
I heard you got flu? Aww poor rusty iron..
After some consideration, I’d let Pandora go for now, since I’ve found another more interesting ‘diamond’ ㅋㅋ
Me and Soojung has chosen the best fresh fruits from supermarket, we hope you get well soon ♥

Until the next time!

Black Maiden ψ(*｀ー´)ψ

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The main idea for this was: Jisoo is Ironman, Mijoo is Black Widow, Soul is some sort of JARVIS but in human form (and Kei is Pepper Potts of course :P)