Tony Stark stood before the latest iteration of his armor, arms folded, eyes hard beneath the glare of diagnostic screens.
This suit wasn't built for elegance. It was built for survival.
Heavier shoulders reinforced for extra protection.
Weapon ports integrated directly into the frame.
Hardened defenses layered against electromagnetic warfare.
Every inch of it screamed preparation—not presentation.
"Jarvis," he said, watching the final checks scroll green across the display, "triple-check the shielding protocols. I'm not walking blind into another one of his surprises."
"Redundancy confirmed, sir. All systems are operating at maximum efficiency. I have also prepared emergency protocols—in case things go poorly."
Tony smirked faintly. "That's great. Let's just hope I won't need them."
"If I may, sir… do you have a preferred outcome for this engagement?"
"Yeah. We make it out breathing."
He stepped into the armor. Plates hissed shut with finality.
The HUD flickered to life. Systems hummed. Synced. Locked.
"Hope we have better luck than last time," Tony muttered as the suit sealed.
---
A few minutes later, in Hell's Kitchen, repulsors screamed as Tony dropped into the chaos.
Below, Rumlow's forces moved with brutal efficiency.
Servitors in crimson armor advanced through fire and ruin, corralling civilians into containment units with mechanical precision.
Promethium still burned in gutters, painting the night in hungry orange.
Weapons turned as one toward the new arrival.
"Jarvis," Tony said calmly, "target acquisition. Prioritize flamers and transports."
"Targets locked. Firing solutions optimal."
Repulsor blasts tore through the night.
Missiles streaked toward armored transports. Energy disruptors shattered power cores in bursts of blue lightning.
Servitors fell—not many, but enough to open gaps in their formations.
Civilians scattered in panic.
Rumlow's voice barked orders over corrupted vox channels: containment at any cost.
Tony pressed forward, his suit holding against heat and radiation alike.
The shielding held.
The new systems worked.
For now.
But this wasn't like last time. These weren't flawed enemies meant to lure him into overconfidence.
Disruptors failed more often than they succeeded.
Servitors shifted tactics in real time, closing ranks with frightening precision.
"Sir," Jarvis warned, "multiple hostiles adapting countermeasures. Suggest immediate tactical withdrawal."
"Not yet."
Tony pushed deeper, clearing another transport, buying seconds for civilians to flee.
But even victories felt hollow.
Every destroyed servitor was replaced by two more.
Every transport stopped was answered by another slipping into the shadows with its cargo secured.
This wasn't a rescue.
It was a stall.
And then—the virus struck.
Energy pulses rippled through his systems, scrambling diagnostics.
HUD flashed red.
Warnings screamed across every sensor feed.
"Electromagnetic intrusion detected. Code bypass in progress. Firewalls breached."
Jarvis's voice flickered, distorted.
Tony gritted his teeth. "Lock it down. Cut external comms. Go full manual if you have to."
"Attempting… countermeasures… engaged…"
It wasn't enough.
A signal cut through the chaos—cold. Precise.
> "You persist in misunderstanding scale."
Luthar's voice, without inflection, echoed through Stark's hijacked systems, bleeding into SHIELD frequencies alike.
> "You fight with tools. I build with purpose. Today, you learn the difference between ignorance… and divinity."
On SHIELD's monitors, the same words burned in monochrome text.
Fury's jaw tightened.
Hill said nothing.
Coulson simply watched as another feed flickered to black.
Kara's heart sank. Her reports. Her warnings. Her efforts.
All orchestrated.
This wasn't an ambush for Luthar.
It was theater.
A demonstration.
> "Enough civilians have been secured for the next phase," Luthar's voice continued. "Now, I collect your soldiers."
Containment units shifted course.
SHIELD operatives and PMC forces alike—captured in the chaos—were dragged into the darkness beneath Luthar's domain.
Bound. Broken.
Tony fought through failing systems, forcing emergency protocols to reboot.
Armor stuttered.
Repulsors flared weakly—then sparked and died.
He dropped like a stone, slamming into ruined pavement with a grunt of pain.
The HUD flickered. Warning lights cascaded across the screen.
"Jarvis…" he rasped. "Restart—emergency—"
But the AI didn't answer.
Static filled his helmet.
Failsafes were overridden.
Heavy footsteps approached.
Not in haste.
Not in pursuit.
In certainty.
Luthar stepped through the smoke, his crimson robes billowing like a war banner in a storm.
The air shimmered faintly around him.
His eyes glowed beneath the mask, luminous lenses fixed on Stark with cold calculation.
Tony raised a repulsor.
It fizzled.
No power. No fight.
Luthar didn't draw a weapon. He didn't need one.
With a single motion, he gripped Iron Man's gauntlet.
Metal shrieked as his fingers dug into the composite plating.
And then—he tore it off. Clean.
> "No matter how much you polish the shell," Luthar murmured, examining the gauntlet like a failed prototype, "it remains fragile beneath my hand."
Tony tried to rise.
Luthar placed a foot on his leg.
The armor groaned under the pressure.
Another tug—shoulder plate torn free.
Then the forearm.
Sparks flew.
> "You improved it," Luthar said, voice neutral, clinical. "Better alloys. Smarter circuitry. But it's not enough."
Tony gasped as the chestplate ripped open, revealing the arc reactor flickering in protest.
Luthar didn't reach for it. Not yet.
> "Just like I dismantled your first armor in the desert… your little AI will not change the outcome."
He grasped the helmet.
Tony's breath caught.
And then—piece by piece—Luthar peeled it away.
Not to kill.
To prove superiority.
Tony lay exposed, pain crawling up his spine, the shattered remnants of his pride scattered around him in smoking fragments.
One by one, servitors retrieved the pieces of the Iron Man suit—cataloging, scanning, and extracting data.
Tony blacked out to Luthar's final words:
> "No matter how much you improve in the future… the outcome will not change."
---
Elsewhere, SHIELD Command fell silent.
Fury stood unmoving as monitors flickered between static and crimson warnings.
Casualty reports scrolled in cold, clinical text.
Hell's Kitchen burned beneath iron footsteps.
Civilians lost.
Soldiers taken.
Hill waited for orders.
Coulson waited for orders.
Fury gave none. His eye remained fixed on the feed.
They hadn't been fighting a man.
They had been fighting inevitability.
And they had already lost the first battle.
Finally, Fury spoke—quietly. Grim.
> "Prepare for negotiation. The first priority is getting Tony back."
---
Back in the Sanctum, Kara received her answer.
"Congratulations," Luthar said, watching as captives were processed. "You have contributed more than any other to this operation. Your messages drew SHIELD to me. Provided soldiers. Data. Resources."
He gestured toward the prisoners being dragged past—soon to be reborn in circuits and steel.
> "Without you, my harvest would have been incomplete."
Kara swallowed her anger.
She'd never imagined her messages had been filtered—so Luthar could collect soldiers.
> "What now? What are you going to do with me?"
"I will reward you. Ensure your obedience. So you do not anger me in the future… by accident."
He turned away. The matter, to him, was settled.
Liliruca watched from the shadows.
Relief warred with exhaustion.
At least the civilians were spared the servitors' fate—a fate worse than death.
As for the fate of the soldiers… she didn't care.
---
Elsewhere, unseen, another observer watched.
Not to save Luthar's victims…
But to claim Luthar himself.
The next move belonged to others.
---
End of Part Two
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