章節 70: Machine Man 68 The Beginning

Days passed after the harrowing encounter with the ominous old woman. Alex now had some free time in his schedule. He delegated tasks to Skynet to handle matters in Arcadia and Night City. With Skynet possessing a complete soul and newfound moral compass, Alex's trust in her had increased.

Currently in his office, Alex was approving documents and checking the status of his satellite Zea. He asked Skynet, "How is the status of the Zea Satellite?"

Skynet replied, "Everything is optimal. The new armor system is also ready for deployment anytime." She then asked, "Father, how did you even come up with all this?"

Alex explained, "The light delivery function of the satellite is based on the warp system of predator ships. With that, it will only take 1.3 seconds for anything to travel from our satellite to my location, it could be faster but they might burn up when entering the atmosphere."

Skynet, in her digital image of a small female child in a gothic dress, shook her head. "I still don't see the point. Wouldn't it be much more efficient for you to just absorb all the tech you uploaded here?"

Alex chuckled. "It's a man's romance; you wouldn't understand it."

Skynet retorted, "Whatever you say. I still think the satellite's function as your secondary brain and control system is the only thing that is good about the whole thing."

Alex simply smiled at her, amused by how his daughter couldn't seem to appreciate the brilliance of the armor system integrated with the satellite.

Meanwhile in the middle of night, Pepper Potts led Agent Coulson and SHIELD agents to one of the facilities owned by Stark Industries, where an important weapons research project was being overseen by Obadiah Stane.

Exiting the limousine and surrounded by agents, Pepper and Coulson made their way into the facility, accompanied by two imposing Militech Robots. As they stepped inside, the futuristic equipment and machinery came into view, hinting at the advanced research being conducted within.

Pepper guided Coulson towards Section 16, where their target lay. Approaching a yellow door marked with the designated section number, Pepper attempted to swipe her ID badge to gain access. However, her attempts were met with failure as the door remained locked, her keycard declining twice.

Frustrated, Pepper turned to Coulson, voicing her concern. "My key's not working. It's not opening the door."

An agent stepped forward and handed Coulson a small explosive device. Pepper eyed it curiously, questioning its purpose. "Oh, what is that device? Is it going to pick the lock?"

One of the Militech Robots, ever vigilant, intervened. "No need," it declared, before forcefully pulling the door open, its mechanical strength easily overcoming the locked mechanism.

Coulson, ever the calm and collected agent, simply nodded. "Well, I guess that works, too."

Inside the facility, Obadiah Stane, alerted by the sound of the door being forced open, quickly activated his Ironmonger suit and donned the massive power armor, preparing for the threats coming his way.

At Tony Stark's mansion, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Tony inside the high-tech workshop, is in a hurry to put in his Iron Man suit. Preparing his armor for the battle that lay ahead.

His bestfriend, Rhodey, stood by in awe as he beheld the sleek, metallic suit for the first time. "This is the coolest thing I've ever seen," Rhodey exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement.

Tony, clad in his Iron Man suit Mk3, smirked at Rhodey's enthusiasm. "Not bad, huh? Let's do it," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement.

With a swift movement, Tony tested the capabilities of his armor, unleashing a powerful repulsor blast that struck his blue shelby cobra car, sending sparks flying as it was scraped by the blast.

Rhodey watched in astonishment, impressed by the sheer power of the suit. "Do you need me to do anything else?" he asked, ready to assist his friend in any way he could.

Tony shook his head, a determined glint in his eyes. "Just keep the skies clear," he said confidently as he propelled himself into the air, the thrusters of his suit roaring to life.

As Iron Man soared off into the night, Rhodey's gaze shifted to the Mark 2 armor, its unpainted metallic surface gleaming in the light. "Next time, baby," he muttered to himself, a hint of anticipation in his voice as he prepared for the adventures that lay ahead.

Back with Agent Coulson, Pepper Potts, and a team of highly trained agents moved with precision and caution, while the two Militech Robots took point. The air was thick with tension as they navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, their senses heightened for any sign of danger.

Coulson paused for a moment, his gaze falling upon the Mark 1 armor that Tony Stark had constructed from scraps during his time in Afghanistan. "Looks like you were right. He was building a suit," he remarked, his voice tinged with acknowledgment.

Pepper nodded, her expression thoughtful as she surveyed the surroundings. "I thought it would be bigger," she commented, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of activities.

Suddenly, Pepper's attention was drawn to a section of the facility that appeared to be a docking bay or an empty space meant for a large power armor. Her senses tingled with alarm as she realized the potential danger lurking within.

The agents split up, methodically searching the area for any evidence or information that could shed light on the problem at hand. Their footsteps echoed ominously in the silence as they moved with purpose, their eyes darting to and fro in search of clues.

Then, a piercing scream shattered the stillness, echoing through the corridors and sending a chill down the agents' spines. It was Pepper, running for her life from a colossal armored suit driven by none other than Obadiah Stane.

The agents sprang into action, their weapons drawn as they attempted to subdue the formidable adversary. But their bullets merely ricocheted off the armored behemoth, sparking futilely against its impenetrable exterior.

As the agents scrambled to regroup and formulate a plan, the sound of metal against metal reverberated through the air. It was the two Militech Robots that sprang into action, their power rifles at the ready. With mechanical precision, they unleashed a barrage of gunfire at their towering adversary, the blast of their weapons echoed throughout the room.

Iron Monger, however, proved to be a formidable opponent. His hulking frame was encased in thick, reinforced armor, rendering him impervious to the onslaught of bullets that rained down upon him, the Militech Robots weapons only created dents and that is only because they are firing at the same spot repeatedly. With a deafening angry roar," annoying little robots!" he charged forward, his heavy footfalls reverberating through the air as he closed the distance between himself and his mechanical adversaries.

The Militech Robots, undeterred by the overwhelming odds stacked against them, maneuvered with agility and grace, dodging Iron Monger's powerful blows with lightning-fast reflexes. They continued to fire their weapons with relentless determination, aiming for the vulnerable joints and seams in Iron Monger's armor in a desperate bid to find a weakness.

But Iron Monger was relentless in his assault, his massive fists swinging with deadly precision as he unleashed a barrage of devastating blows upon his opponents. With each thunderous impact, the Militech Robots were sent reeling, their metallic bodies buckling under the force of the onslaught.

Despite their best efforts, the Militech Robots found themselves outmatched by the sheer brute strength and firepower of their adversary. The disparity in weaponry became glaringly evident as Iron Monger effortlessly shrugged off their attacks, his own arsenal of war weapons proving far superior in both range and destructive power.

Realizing that they could not hope to defeat Iron Monger in direct combat, the two Militech Robots made a split-second decision to prioritize the safety of Pepper and the agents. With a final burst of energy, they unleashed a flurry of suppressive fire, providing cover for their allies as they made a hasty retreat to safety.

As Pepper and the agents fled the scene, the sound of gunfire and clashing metal echoed through the factory, a testament to the ferocity of the battle that raged within. Though the two Militech Robots fought valiantly to the very end, their efforts served only to delay Iron Monger, buying precious time for their comrades to escape.

Coulson who have just escape danger quickly contacted his Director Fury asking for assistance, hi urgent voice crackled through Director Fury's phone.

"We've got eyes on Obadiah Stane, sir," Coulson's voice came through the receiver, edged with tension.

Fury's jaw tensed as he listened, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "What's the status, Coulson? How are you holding up?"

Coulson's response was swift and to the point. "Not good, sir. Our weapons are no match for his power armor. If you can send some more Militech Robots they should be able to handle him."

Fury cursed under his breath, his mind racing with possibilities. "Negative agent, all other Militech Robots under SHIELD control are far from your location. I'll contact someone to assist you. Keep him busy until then."

Fury wasted no time ending the call and dialed another number, his thumb tapping anxiously against the screen as he waited for an answer, he hopes that man would actually be willing to assist him this time as he is afraid that every second count he don't want to lose any of his agents and to quickly contain the situation.

A song was quickly heard as the phone rings.

So, what do you wanna do, what's your point of view? There's a party, screw it, do you wanna go? A handshake with you, what's your point of view? I'm on top of you, I don't wanna go.

Hearing his phone ringing Alex answered it, "This better be good Fury. it's the middle of the night." Fury hearing this can't help roll his eyes at the man, he wanted to rebuttal but time is of the essence he doesn't want to risk his man and Tony Stark's safety because of his ego.

"Alex," Fury's voice was terse, carrying the weight of the situation, "we've got a problem at Stark Industries. They've developed a weapon that could wreak havoc on the world."

Alex's voice crackled through the line, brimming with curiosity and determination. "What kind of weapon are we dealing with?"

"It's a power armor," Fury replied, his tone grave, "and it's fully operational. We need your help to shut it down." While Fury was thinking and hoping that with the sentence 'the worlds is in danger' that Alex would help them out.

Alex hearing this already knew what is going on. Just like any transmigrator in Marvel of course he wanted to see the Ironman and Ironmonger clash. But of course, he has another plant that is to make sure that Ironmonger will be just a one hit wonder and not an annoying fly like or a recurring villain.

Without hesitation, Alex agreed to assist. "Send me the dits," he said firmly. "I'll handle it."

Alex, unwilling to compromise his identity as Specter, decided to appear as himself. Despite the criticisms and disparaging remarks he had directed towards his Specter moniker and other vigilantes during the unveiling of his Militech robot, Alex understood the necessity of maintaining a separate persona to assist in times of trouble.

"Well, I guess I'll just do an Ironman then," he said by appearing as himself, he could not only avoid the risk of exposure of his powers but also capitalize on his own reputation and abilities without the need for a mask.

Under the cover of night, Alex made his way to the rooftop of his penthouse, his mind abuzz with plans and preparations. With the chaos brewing in the city, he knew it was time to put his new armor system to the test.

Donning a biker's helmet, Alex strode confidently to the corner where his Yaiba Kusanagi CT-3X bike awaited. Its sleek black frame glinted in the dim light, neon green accents casting a cyberpunk like glow. This bike look exactly like its ingame counterpart only this one, can actually fly.

With a sense of anticipation coursing through him, Alex mounted the bike, the hum of its engines reverberating through the air. As he accelerated, the bike lifted off the rooftop, soaring into the night sky with a graceful ease.

As he flew towards the heart of the city, Alex couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This was his chance to witness one of the most monumental clashes in the MCU firsthand, and he was determined to make the most of it.

With the wind whipping past him and the city sprawled out below, Alex tightened his grip on the bike's handles, his senses sharp and focused. Whatever awaited him in the coming battle, he was ready to face it head-on, armed with nothing but his determination and his newfound armor system.

In front of Stark Industries, Pepper hurriedly answered Tony's call, her voice laced with concern. "Tony? Tony, are you okay?"

Tony's response was swift, albeit with a hint of urgency. "I'm fine," he reassured her.

But Pepper's worry only escalated as she relayed the urgent news. "Obadiah, he's gone insane!"

Tony's tone shifted, his concern mirroring Pepper's urgency. "I know. Listen, you better get out of there. Get out of there right now!"

However, before Pepper could heed Tony's warning, a menacing presence loomed behind her. It was Obadiah Stane, clad in his towering Iron Monger suit, his voice distorted by the mechanical contraption.

"Where do you think you're going?" Obadiah's voice boomed, the gatling gun aimed squarely at Pepper. "Your services are no longer required."

Before Obadiah could carry out his threat, a swift descent interrupted the tense standoff. Ironman, Tony Stark himself, soared down from the sky, confronting Obadiah head-on.

A fierce battle ensued, the clash of metal reverberating through the streets as Ironman and Iron Monger clashed with devastating force. Walls crumbled, and debris scattered as the two titans clashed, each determined to emerge victorious.

With a powerful blow, Ironman sent Iron Monger crashing through the walls, their momentum carrying them into the path of an unsuspecting truck wrecking it.

Yet, even amidst the chaos and attack he had taken, Obadiah remained unfazed, his grip tightening as he lifted a car with ease. "I love this suit!" he declared with a mocking tone.

Ironman's response was firm and resolute. "Put them down!" Screamed rang out as the driver and passenger of the car panic by the sudden predicament they found themselves in.

Not caring for the innocent civilians, Iron Monger's retort was one of indifference, brushing off Tony's demand with callous disregard. "Collateral damage, Tony," he sneered, a chilling reminder of the ruthlessness that now consumed him.