As the first faint light of dawn began to streak the sky, Colonel Rhodey slowly blinked his eyes open, finding himself lying on a comfortable sofa.
Tony Stark walked past, casually munching on a chocolate bar. He paused and lightly patted Rhodey's confused face.
"Hey, you're awake?"
"Wha... How did I get here?" Rhodey mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and confusion. "Wasn't I... Wasn't I just...?"
He looked around the...
2025-05-06 16:00:18 +0000 UTC
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Stark grumbled under his breath, looking slightly less angry but still annoyed. He grudgingly accepted the flimsy excuse. "Tch... Well... I guess that makes sense..."
Now it was Colonel Rhodey's turn to feel slighted. "Okay, so what about me then? Was I just the front-row audience for the show? Feels like I just watched a really intense movie I got excited, scared, panicked and then it turns out none of it really involved me!"
"Com...
2025-05-06 10:08:13 +0000 UTC
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"You might have survived those missiles, Stark, but you're still finished!" Vanko's amplified voice boomed from his suit. "Look around! I have thirty-three advanced machines here, far more than you!"
His voice dripped with hate. "Now you die, Stark! And everyone standing beside you dies with you!"
With that threat hanging in the air, Ivan Vanko's suit engines suddenly cut out. He dropped like a stone from the sky, landing hard righ...
2025-05-03 14:30:02 +0000 UTC
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"I bet you'll like this," Ivan Vanko said with a dark smirk, waving his hand forward as if giving a command.
Instantly, at his signal, all thirty-two Hammer Drones roared to life. Ignition ports flared brightly on their backs.
A moment later, countless missiles launched simultaneously, streaking through the air on trails of fire and thick smoke. They all headed straight for one specific place the villa where their targets waited, t...
2025-05-02 14:34:21 +0000 UTC
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Justin Hammer was having the best day he'd had in a whole year. He felt on top of the world.
Earlier in the year, just for kicks, he'd stopped by one of those little fortune-telling shops on the street and gotten his tarot cards read.
The old woman doing the reading had told him he was in for a bumpy ride this year.
Good things and bad things would come one after the other, like pairs a bit of luck, followed by tr...
2025-05-02 14:32:42 +0000 UTC
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"Then," Lemu finished simply, "we'll be the ones calling the shots."
He knew that if they handed over a suit and agreed to supply reactors, the military would have a much harder time justifying demanding the actual core reactor technology itself.
Public opinion wouldn't stand for it. Demanding the suit could be spun as 'national security,' but demanding the secret recipe after getting the product? That just looked greedy.&nbs...
2025-04-28 13:26:55 +0000 UTC
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When Lemu arrived at Stark's workshop, he found Tony wasn't alone. Colonel Rhodey was there, and the two were clearly in the middle of a heated argument.
Rhodey, pacing back and forth in his full Air Force dress uniform, looked seriously stressed out, gesturing emphatically as he spoke.
"...Tony, I am barely holding them back! I'm doing everything I can to stop the higher-ups from rolling tanks onto your lawn! But they're don...
2025-04-26 12:35:42 +0000 UTC
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Meanwhile, inside a sprawling Hammer Industries factory in Queens, New York...
Ivan Vanko, looking surprisingly relaxed, directed several large, burly technicians. They were busy fitting Hammer's clunky drone prototypes with new, miniaturized Arc Reactors and sophisticated remote-control systems based on Vanko's designs.
Vanko himself wasn't getting his hands dirty. He lounged comfortably on an expensive-looking sofa someone had cl...
2025-04-22 16:18:53 +0000 UTC
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Ivan Vanko wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He glared pure hatred at Stark, then spat a glob of bloody saliva onto the pavement near Stark's armored feet. "Pah! Thief! Butcher!"
His eyes burned with disgust. 'Thief' was his accusation against Stark's father, Howard, for stealing his own father's groundbreaking research. 'Butcher' was aimed at Tony himself, for building his fortune on weapon...
2025-04-22 16:16:56 +0000 UTC
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In the distance, Tony Stark, surrounded by a throng of fans and security, walked towards a raised platform near the spectator stands. It looked like he planned to say a few words to the cheering crowd, soaking in the adoration.
Down in the crowd, however, a large man wearing an orange track worker's uniform Ivan Vanko also spotted Stark making his way over. His eyes locked onto Stark's position. A grim, predatory smile spread across his ...
2025-04-22 16:15:10 +0000 UTC
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The sight of the Mark III armor flying overhead cranked the excitement level way up. Cheers and applause erupted through the crowd like a tidal wave.
Nearby, in a fancy restaurant overlooking the track, things were just as lively.
This was one of the spots the event organizers had booked out specifically to host wealthy guests and celebrities.
Tony Stark himself was seated at one of the banquet tables, holding a glass and cha...
2025-04-22 16:13:17 +0000 UTC
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Lemu chuckled. "I think I might have said that... But that's not important. What's important is, why are you guys here?"
This slimeball, Lemu, knew exactly why they were here; he was the one who nudged them into bringing the box over in the first place.
Fury looked at Stark and put the case on the table. "This is the box Howard left behind. Maybe your father can save your life after all."
"Oh, he already did..."
Stark r...
2025-04-14 18:23:01 +0000 UTC
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Nick Fury thought for a second, then yelled towards the door, "Hill! Hill! Maria! Get in here! I need to ask you something."
Hill, working in the office next door, looked up, stood, and walked into the Director's office.
"Director? You needed me?"
By the time Hill entered, Fury was already leaning back in his chair, eyes closed. He rocked gently back and forth, lost in thought.
"Hill... have we planned any surveillance ...
2025-04-13 15:36:20 +0000 UTC
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A tiny, button-sized listening device.
The man had planted it on her bag with smooth, practiced movements while pretending to be flustered. If it weren’t for the specialized training she’d received over the winter break, she might never have noticed it. The way he did it felt too professional… he definitely wasn’t just some random student. She’d never seen him at school before, either.
He’s after Lemu, she realized.
...
2025-04-12 13:21:20 +0000 UTC
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Lemu looked at Natasha and beckoned her forward with a finger. Come on, keep trying.
Natasha shook her head with a small smile, a hint of seriousness in her expression.
But she didn’t hold back. She launched forward, feinting a high kick before suddenly dropping low for a sweep. As Lemu dodged, she spun instantly, bringing her other leg down in a sharp vertical chop. Natasha knew she was stronger than many, and facing a small kid...
2025-04-11 20:29:36 +0000 UTC
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It was Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, a top agent from S.H.I.E.L.D., currently undercover as ‘Natalie Rushman’ in Stark Industries.
Pepper had recently hired her as an assistant after her own promotion. It wasn’t exactly fate; Natasha was here specifically to observe Stark, and this was the best way to get close.
Natasha paused, looking completely bewildered by the scene before her.
Her boss, Ms. Potts, was sobbing ...
2025-04-09 08:21:18 +0000 UTC
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“Now! I’m calling the hospital. You’re coming with me, we’re going now…”
Pepper jumped up, frantic, reaching for Tony to pull him towards the phone. But he caught her wrist, pulling her back firmly.
“Wait… Pepper… just listen to me…”
Pepper turned, ready to yell, ‘What are you thinking?!’ But the look on his face – the exhaustion, the deep sadness – stopped the words in her throat. She couldn’t...
2025-04-09 08:20:16 +0000 UTC
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She flusteredly smoothed down her clothes, her face turning red with embarrassment. “Oh… hi, Lemu. You’re here. Come on in, have a seat.”
Lemu casually leaned back on the sofa, watching them with a teasing look.
“It’s fine, don’t mind me. You two can continue.”
“Yeah, but I mind,” Stark retorted, throwing his hands up with an annoyed sigh. “Seriously, don’t just show up here whenever you feel like it. ...
2025-04-08 11:56:23 +0000 UTC
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On the screen, Senator Stern was going on about national security and protecting the people, accusing Stark of illegally having high-tech weapons. He demanded Stark hand over the Iron Man suit.
Stark shot back that he was the Iron Man suit; they were one and the same. Giving up the suit would be like giving up himself, basically turning him into forced labor or making him sell his body, as he put it dramatically.
The room was packe...
2025-04-08 11:55:11 +0000 UTC
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In the living room.
Lemu, having finished getting ready, walked in to find Alice watching TV.
A chubby little panda was hiding in the corner of the sofa, playing with a wooden toy and making soft whimpering sounds.
The little panda, created using cloning technology, was born just over half a month ago. Thanks to the tech used, it grew up quite fast. In the last few days, it had grown a coat of fuzzy black-and-white fur and st...
2025-04-08 11:52:39 +0000 UTC
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Lemu paused, considering his words before explaining, "She manages the villa. Her name is the Great Sage. You could think of her as... well, similar to an AI."
He continued, "Essentially, she'll be your supervisor. If you have any questions at all, ask her. Usually, her recommendations are my decisions."
"Oh, and just so you know," he added, "the Great Sage handles payroll, too."
The silent 'Battle Angel' and Alice exchanged ...
2025-03-29 19:21:08 +0000 UTC
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“I’m not asking for a luxury suite. I know you can’t pull that off. But at the very least, get me a room with a private bathroom where I can shower.”
The escort was silent for a moment, running through the available options in his head. There were rooms like that, though not many. He himself had one.
“…Fine.”
Reluctantly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Just as he was about to unlock the cell, h...
2025-03-16 11:06:44 +0000 UTC
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Dane nodded casually. “Yep. If you want to check, be my guest. Just be prepared to dig through layers of puke to figure out who’s who.”
Ajax glanced through the window again. The dense yellow fog inside the room was proof enough.
“No need. The air quality in there says it all.”
Checking his watch again, he muttered, “Now, we wait.”
Dane yawned. “What time is it?”
“2:30 AM.”
Dane blinked...
2025-03-16 11:05:34 +0000 UTC
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“You’ve got five more minutes.”
BANG!
Ajax shut the door with a loud thud, leaving Dane alone with the captives.
With a sigh, Dane adjusted his gas mask, securing it firmly over his face.
His Odor Resistance stat was already at 70, meaning he could endure the stench for over an hour.
But just because he could, didn’t mean he wanted to.
His body wouldn’t react to the smell, but his mind definitely w...
2025-03-16 11:04:04 +0000 UTC
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“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? You scared?”
He looked Dane up and down with disgust. “Tch. Look at you—pretty boy with soft skin. You look like some delicate little princess.”
The more he spoke, the more arrogant he became.
“I can’t believe they sent someone as weak-looking as you in here. What a joke!”
Dane remained silent as he slowly walked toward the man’s bedside.
The guy scoffed. “...
2025-03-16 11:02:44 +0000 UTC
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Dane leaned in close and whispered under the table, “Just go along with it unless you want to get exposed. Don’t worry—Angel isn’t interested in romance. She’ll reject you.”
He gave Mike a knowing look. “You’ve been eavesdropping on everything in this base, haven’t you? You should know Angel’s personality by now.”
Angel’s sharp gaze locked onto Mike again. “So… is it true?”
Mike broke into a cold...
2025-03-16 11:01:24 +0000 UTC
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His eating speed was insane—before he even finished chewing one bite, he was already stuffing more food into his mouth.
Angel couldn’t stand the sight and turned her head away.
Only after he had finally slowed down did she bother looking at him again.
“…Those three earlier. What’s their deal with you? Why were they targeting you?” she asked.
Dane wiped his mouth, his expression calm. “We used to be friends...
2025-03-16 10:59:25 +0000 UTC
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But before he could finish the job—
A battle axe came hurtling through the air from an unknown direction.
With an almost unnatural trajectory, the blade embedded itself deep into the green-haired man’s arm, sinking in a full five centimeters.
“Aaargh!” He let out a scream of agony.
His grip on Dane loosened immediately.
Dane fell to the ground, his legs barely supporting him as he stumbled backward. His vi...
2025-03-16 10:58:13 +0000 UTC
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From the way he looked at Dane, it was obvious he didn’t consider him a threat at all. Compared to his own massive frame, Dane’s leaner build didn’t even register as competition.
“My eyesight is perfect,” Dane said, shaking his head. “And from what I can see, you three are the weirdest ones here. Look at you—green hair, green beard—your whole face is covered in green fuzz. You look like a damn kiwi.”
The pink-hair...
2025-03-16 10:56:46 +0000 UTC
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Dane’s eyes widened. He pulled Ajax’s hand away. “Are you saying my farts can change someone’s genes?”
The sudden phrasing caught Ajax off guard.
The bald warden and Angel, who had been listening, immediately understood what had happened earlier.
[Healing Ability +10 (Current Healing Ability: 35)]
“Yes,” Ajax admitted, regaining his composure. “After your gas spread through the air, three test subjects w...
2025-03-12 20:50:10 +0000 UTC
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