Chapter 11: The Russian with a Grudge
The calm in the Stark household was, as usual, a fleeting illusion. Tony, having survived Afghanistan and built his first suit, was now basking in the glow of his newfound heroism, which mostly involved being a public menace and attending race car events. Adama, watching the news with Morgan from their hidden base, felt a familiar prickle of dread. Monaco Grand Prix. Ivan Vanko. Whiplash.
"Alright, Morgan," Adama said, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Time for a little pre-emptive damage control. Our dear old dad is about to have a very bad day at the races, courtesy of a disgruntled Russian with a glowing whip fetish."
Morgan, already pulling up schematics on her holographic display, nodded grimly. "Ivan Vanko. Son of Anton Vanko, who worked with Grandpa Howard. Dad basically stole his legacy, then cut him out. Classic Stark move, honestly."
"See? This is why I love her. No need for me to explain the entire convoluted backstory. She just gets it."
"Precisely. And now, Ivan's back for revenge, armed with some very unpleasant tech. We can't stop the confrontation, it's a nexus point for Tony's character development, but we can make sure fewer innocent bystanders become collateral damage."
He activated the System. "Oracle's Gaze. Ivan Vanko. Monaco Grand Prix. Exact time of attack."
[System Message] Query accepted. 10 Non-Permanent Luck Points spent. Oracle's Gaze reveals Ivan Vanko's plan.
The information flooded his mind: the precise moment Vanko would strike, the weak points in the track's security, the most vulnerable civilian areas.
"Okay, here's the plan," Adama said, turning to Morgan. "You're going to send an anonymous, untraceable tip to Happy. Something vague, but specific enough to get him to pay attention. 'Security breach at sector 7, near the pit lane, look for unusual energy signatures.' Make it sound like a disgruntled ex-employee or something. Then, we go in. Stealth mode. Civilian rescue."
Morgan, already typing furiously on her console, grinned. "Consider it done. Happy's probably too busy trying to flirt with Pepper to notice a rogue AI, but a 'security breach' might get his attention."
They arrived in Monaco, cloaked in the invisibility of the Coat of the Ascended, Morgan's Iron Maiden armor disguised as a sleek, high-tech drone hovering subtly above the crowd. The roar of the engines was deafening, the energy of the crowd palpable. Tony, in his race car, was doing his usual showboating.
Then, the air crackled. A blue, electrical whip lashed out, tearing through the track. Panic erupted.
"Showtime!" Adama muttered, activating his Crown of Gravity. He saw a family huddled near a crumbling barrier, directly in the path of a piece of flying debris. With a precise mental command, he subtly shifted the debris, sending it harmlessly into a nearby empty space.
Morgan, meanwhile, swooped low in her disguised armor, her internal sensors identifying pockets of trapped civilians. She sent silent signals to Adama, guiding him. Pietro wasn't with them yet, so it was just the two of them, a silent ballet of rescue amidst the chaos.
[System Message] Civilian Rescue: 15 Non-Permanent Luck Points gained.
"Fifteen points. Not bad for a quick save. Now, if only I could get points for every time Tony makes a bad decision."
Happy, true to form, was initially confused, but the anonymous tip had put him on edge. He saw Vanko, saw the whips, and reacted, getting Tony out of the car. The fight began, a blur of repulsor blasts and electric whips. Adama and Morgan continued their work, a silent, efficient duo, pulling people from harm's way, deflecting stray energy bolts, and ensuring the collateral damage was minimized.
Tony, eventually, defeated Vanko, but not before the Russian had made his point. As the dust settled, and the emergency services swarmed the scene, Adama and Morgan slipped away, unseen.
"Well," Morgan said, her voice a little shaky but triumphant. "That was... exhilarating. And terrifying. Dad's going to need a lot of therapy after this."
"He'll be fine," Adama said, a wry smile on his face. "He thrives on chaos. Besides, he's got a whole team of secret, luck-manipulating kids looking out for him. He just doesn't know it yet."
[System Message] Luck Manipulation initiated. Tip successfully delivered to Happy Hogan. 5 Non-Permanent Luck Points spent.
Their work here was done. The timeline was intact, Tony was alive, and a few more innocent lives were saved. Just another Tuesday for the Stiels siblings.
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