Kapitel 112: Chapter 112: Remote Control
[Third Person's PoV]
As Tony and Melissa exited the restaurant, Tony glanced at her, shaking his head with a smirk. "I didn't know you were capable of being such a degenerate."
Melissa blushed, defending herself. "I'm not a degenerate! I told you, I was just experimenting…"
Tony leaned in and whispered, "Then why aren't you asking for your underwear back and are walking around commando?"
Melissa's face flushed deeper. "Can we just get back to the hotel, please?"
Tony chuckled, teasingly dragging out his words. "Cutting our date short already? I should really stretch it out—make sure you stay like that as long as possible."
"Please don't…" Melissa whispered, almost pleading.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Lucky for you, the hotel's actually where I need to be since the coordinated attack is going to happen soon."
Melissa placed a hand on her chest and let out a sigh of relief as they made their way back to the hotel.
Once they arrived, they stepped into their designated room, both taken aback by its size.
"They sure know how to take care of their guests here," Tony nodded appreciatively.
Melissa smirked. "I'm going to shower... care to join me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Tony glanced at the time, then shrugged. "I've got time for a quick bath, sure."
…
After some time, Tony emerged from the shower with wet hair and a satisfied expression. He grabbed the bags that had been brought to their room and changed into something comfortable: a black tank top and black sweatpants. Grabbing one of his bags, he slung it over his shoulder and moved to an open space.
As Tony prepared, Melissa appeared, dressed in an oversized red sweater that hung past her shorts and covered most of her hands. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her glasses rested atop her head. She sat down with a bowl of grapes, watching Tony.
"Two things," Tony said, glancing at her. "Is that my sweater? And is that a bowl of grapes?"
Melissa smiled mischievously. "Yes and yes. The grapes were just sitting on the table with some other fruit. Want one?" She rolled up her sleeve, grabbed a grape, and tossed it at him without even addressing the sweater.
Tony opened his mouth, catching the grape perfectly. Then he got back to work. He opened his bag and pulled out a headband and a disk. He tossed the disk onto the floor, where it began expanding and unraveling, twirling into place until it formed a platform. Tony stepped onto it and placed the headband over his head. A soft light scanned over his body.
In front of Tony, a large holographic screen appeared, displaying an image of his lab. As he lifted his hand, a red and gold holographic hand mirrored his movements.
Tony got into a fighting stance, fists raised. He threw a punch, followed by a quick kick, and spun with a roundhouse, all of which were replicated in the hologram. As he spun, the screen followed his movements, allowing him to see different angles of his surroundings.
"Grape," Tony called out.
Melissa, happy to oblige, tossed another grape, which he caught mid-motion without missing a beat.
"Friday, are there any delays in the response time?" Tony asked, keeping his focus on the simulation.
"None, sir," Friday responded. "It's a perfect mirror—no delays at all."
Melissa, still munching on grapes, asked curiously, "What suit are you using?"
"The Nanosuit. It's my favorite right now—super versatile," Tony said as he formed a glowing blue sword with his holographic hand, then quickly transformed it back into fingers.
Melissa nodded, tossing another grape into her mouth. "Well, I guess you'd better get going to see Nezu."
…
In Tony's lab, a window slid open as the suit flew out, turning invisible and heading toward U.A. Academy. Tony, still lounging in the hotel with Melissa, remotely controlled the suit.
As the suit scanned the area, Tony located Nezu in a secluded room, discussing a mission plan with a group of heroes and U.A. staff. An idea quickly formed in Tony's head.
'Since I'm not physically here…' he thought, flying the suit closer, extending his hand to the walls, and letting the small Nanotech slip through the cracks.
Inside the room, Nezu pointed to a whiteboard with a pointer stick, explaining the strategy. "We're not dealing with your typical supervillain here—"
"He's right, this one's one of the most dangerous around," Tony's voice cut in suddenly, startling the group.
Everyone jumped, immediately on guard. Tony's suit deactivated its invisibility, revealing itself. "We're talking about All For One here. He'll be ruthless."
Nezu clutched his chest, squeaking in frustration. "What is wrong with you, Stark? Why would you do that at a time like this!?"
Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here, Stark?"
"What does it look like? This mission was my idea—I'll be damned if I miss it," Tony replied casually.
"Absolutely not," All Might interjected sternly. "All For One is far too dangerous. I won't allow you anywhere near him."
Tony smirked, lifting the mask of his suit to reveal it was empty inside. "All Might, I'm literally in Europe, in a penthouse, getting fed grapes by my girlfriend. I'm as far away from All For One as possible."
From Tony's suit, Melissa's cheerful voice piped up, "Hey, Uncle Might! Hey, Mr. Aizawa!"
Aizawa sighed, his tone flat. "Hello, Miss Shield."
All Might blinked in confusion. "Melissa?"
Nezu, after recovering from the shock, squeaked again. "Ah, I see. You're remotely controlling your suit from afar... quite the genius move, Tony."
Aizawa shook his head firmly. "Even if you weren't involved, this mission is too important to let you participate. I won't risk its success just because you're part of it."
Tony crossed his arms, his tone calm but determined. "I get that you're worried about failing because this involves your friend and not a typical supervillain. But I've already proven my capability. You wouldn't even know what you do now if it weren't for me. It's because of my knowledge and skills that you're aware of the situation and planning this attack. And need I remind you, it's my tracker you're following."
"We appreciate everything you've done," Aizawa replied, his voice level but firm. "But you're still a hero in training. In this mission, many lives will be at risk. Maybe not yours, Stark, but all of ours."
Tony sighed, his suit ruffling the hair on the back of his head as he put a hand on his hip. "Alright, I see the subtle approach isn't going to cut it."
He glanced around at the group, his expression serious. "I'll be blunt then, so we're clear. I don't trust any of you to get this done. I'm going to insert myself into this mission to make sure everything goes as it should." His bluntness left the room in stunned silence, his gaze sweeping over their shocked faces.
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