Life Has a Glitch, and Then You Die
Iron Man's point of view
The power of the transistors was fading and with no emergency power supply in sight, Tony Stark had to fall and accept the inevitable. He had been fiercely engaged in a battle with the Crimson Dynamo about an hour previously, but that had to be cut short as an unidentified space craft had entered the Earth's atmosphere. Attempts to make contact with the ship had failed and now force was needed as it plunged, seemingly helplessly, towards New York city. The reason the famed golden avenger, Iron Man, was rocketing to his death, unable to stop the impending disaster was because, the ship has armed with a microscopic scrambler, designed to shut down heavy artillery and military systems from other planets. One touch was all that was needed to switch of the worlds greatest mechanical weapon.
Jarvis who normally aided Tony with the suit, generally righting wrongs and correcting flight patterns, had vanished with the lock down of his power grid and the system's mainframe. Furiously the playboy billionaire lifted the two tonnes of machinery drilled around his body, looking for the 'reset' button of sorts. It had been developed as an emergency function only to be used in a crisis, this fully qualifies as a crisis. Cracking the ice of his suit, gained from flying at such a high altitude with no external heat valves, he fumbled with the short, circular lever finally breaking it free and yanking it to his left, slowing his descent but not bringing back his power, Damn, it wasn't the emergency systems lever, that was for my altitude flaps, he reached to his right and grabbed the other bar sticking out. A young man's face appeared in front of Tony, it was Jarvis, but he was fading.
'Hello sir, may I be of assistance, you seem to be falling perilously.'
'Uh yeah Jarvis, but don't hurry yourself, I wouldn't want you to think that I was impatient, its just the prospect of my death doesn't sound very appealing!'
'I am programmed to recognise fear sir, don't worry I am switching on your reverse jet thrusters, I also recognise sarcasm.' Iron Man's rockets built into his hands and feet, forced to life, saved him from hitting the George Washington bridge and splashing down in the Hudson river. The shape of the Crimson Dynamo loomed over Iron Man once again, but the emergency power was running low once again, if he didn't get away, not only would Iron Man drown but before that Tony Stark would go into cardiac arrest, because the lethal shrapnel would reach his heart and puncture all his main arteries. This is because of the transistorised magnet built into his chest, which runs off the suit's power, this was designed whilst kept as a hostage by terrorists, after a Stark bomb blew up in his face.
He had to do one thing, it was a long shot but it had to work. He drew the Dynamo closer until he was level with him, sapping the last part of his energy he flew slightly higher than his opponent, and shut himself down. He tumbled carelessly towards the Dynamo and landed with a metallic clang on his armour. The sudden surge in weight was too much, and Iron Man and his enemy fell, racing to the river. Pulling out his power cable, Tony was able to take control of his stunned travelling companion, he attached it to the Crimson Dynamo's chest and used the endless amounts of his reserve power to save his own heart. Detaching his cable, in one swift movement he threw it over one of the bridges support girders, pulling the two of them to the right and eventually slamming them into the concrete. Arising with life anew Tony saw the distant shape of the interstellar ship dropping like an A-bomb, and causing a mushroom cloud the size of Texas to form over the world's most powerful city.
This was not good.