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Ivan walked slowly between the rows of drones.
Each one stood still, waiting for commands. Red optics glowed faintly as their systems stayed on standby.
"These are enough," Ivan said. "Enough to destroy Stark."
He stopped in front of a control console and brought up a city map.
Stark Expo.
Crowd density charts appeared.
Emergency response times.
Police and military reaction windows.
Ivan studied them carefully.
"The expo is perfect," he said. "Too many people. Too many cameras."
He adjusted the deployment routes.
"Drones will attack from multiple directions," Ivan continued. "Air and ground. No pattern."
He tapped another command.
"Primary objective: chaos," he said. "Secondary objective: draw Stark out."
The drones' systems updated instantly.
"If Tony Stark comes," Ivan muttered, "I kill him myself."
He turned away from the screens and looked at his armor again.
"from now on there will be no Stark Legacy" He mumbled coldly.
Elsewhere, beneath Stark Industries, Tony stood inside the sealed chamber, staring at the glowing city model his father had left behind.
The miniature city rotated slowly.
Tony walked around it, watching the energy flow lines hidden beneath the streets.
"JARVIS, remove the streetlights and buildings," he said.
"At once, sir," JARVIS replied.
The structures vanished one by one. Tony reached out and reshaped the remaining framework, compressing the entire city inward. The model folded and reconfigured until it formed a perfect sphere.
JARVIS paused.
"Sir, this now resembles an atomic model of a new element," he observed.
Tony nodded slowly.
"Damn it," he muttered. "The old man is still teaching me."
He stepped closer, eyes locked on the rotating sphere, and began inputting commands.
"Start synthesis calculations and stimulation," Tony said. "I want to know if its perfect for Arc Reactor."
"Yes, sir," JARVIS replied. "This new element should completely resolve the arc reactor palladium poisoning issue."
Tony smiled faintly.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "I figured he wouldn't leave me without an answer."
All over the world, preparations for the Stark Expo were underway. Companies moved equipment, governments coordinated security, and the media hyped it as the biggest tech event of the decade.
One week later, the Iron Man armor was finally delivered to Ethan.
Before taking it anywhere near his basement lab, Ethan stopped and looked at it calmly.
"Let's see if there is someone trying to be sneaky," he muttered.
He ran a full-spectrum scan—hardware, software, encrypted channels, hidden sections on it.
The results made his eyes narrow slightly.
"Three tracking bugs," Ethan said flatly. "All layered. Nicely hidden."
He didn't stop there.
He dug deeper into the system code and frowned.
"…Trojan viruses," he added. "More than three."
Some were dormant.
Some were waiting for remote activation.
One was designed to copy any modification data and transmit it out.
"I knew it," Ethan thought. "Someone would try this."
Without hesitation, he wiped the entire system clean.
Not a reset.
Not a rollback.
A complete purge.
He rebuilt the armor's operating system from scratch, replacing Stark's base framework with his own secured Arasaka architecture. Every port was sealed. Every signal path rewritten. Every external access point removed.
When he was done, the armor was silent.
Clean.
"Now," Ethan said calmly, "you're safe"
Without any further due, Ethan moved the armor to his basement and begun the modifications on it, adding more arenal and defensive systems and other things Rhodes requested.
Ivan Vanko stared at his screen.
"All signal links… gone?" he muttered.
One by one, the monitoring windows went dark.
"Hm," he said. "That brat is cautious."
He leaned back, eyes cold.
"So much for stealing Arasaka tech," Ivan muttered. "That plan failed."
Ivan turned away from the dark screens and focused on his work.
The failed backdoors didn't bother him for long.
"Doesn't matter," he said again. "I don't need Arasaka tech."
He walked toward another section of the facility where assembly lines were active. Robotic arms moved with precision, attaching limbs, installing weapons, and sealing armor plates.
More drones were being completed.
Each one carried simple but effective weapons—machine guns, micro-missiles, and reinforced plating. They weren't elegant, but they were heavy-duty killing machines built for one purpose: to kill.
"This will be enough," Ivan said with a faint smile.
Back with Ethan, he ran another full scan of the armor. Once satisfied, he activated the Replicator and began constructing an entirely new suit from scratch. After inputting the necessary instructions, he left the process running and returned to work on his Transformium Seed—a device that, upon detonation, would convert the surrounding area into Transformium metal.
Another week passed.
The island was now fully under Ethan's name. Once everything was finalized, he carefully packed the seed he had created, along with the remaining equipment.
Together with Sharon, Storm and Aria, he headed to the air port. From there, they boarded their private jet and departed for the island.
When they arrived, the island came into view from above. It was large and crescent-shaped, stretching across the sea.
"Hm," Ethan said calmly. "It looks beautiful from above."
Sharon nodded as she looked down as well.
They descended by helicopter after leaving the jet behind at the airstrip and soon landed at the base of the island.
As they landed, several men from Arasaka were already waiting to welcome Ethan. Ethan nodded calmly.
"Is everything ready?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," one of them replied.
Ethan nodded and turned to Storm, who handed him the case.
"Plant the bomb at the marked location," Ethan said. "Once it's placed, you'll have ten minutes to pull back before it detonates."
The man nodded and immediately headed toward the designated area along the beach.
Ethan sat at the table prepared for him as drinks were placed in front of him. He remained seated, relaxed, watching the shoreline.
After some time, a voice reported, "Sir, the bomb will detonate in three minutes and twenty seconds."
Ethan acknowledged it and waited calmly.
Sharon glanced at him, curious about what exactly he was making, when a Quinjet arrived overhead.
"He's late," Ethan muttered as he saw Coulson stepping out. This time, Barbara Morse was with him.
"I guess even my doctor back then was S.H.I.E.L.D.," Ethan said quietly, recognizing her.
Sharon looked surprised.
"She's Barbara Morse. We were in the same year at the Academy of Operations," Sharon explained. "It's a S.H.I.E.L.D. academy where field agents are trained."
Ethan nodded.