Ok, so, I'm bored. And I thought what better way to pass boredom, than to write an Iron Man Armored Adventures fan fic! And so here it is... yup.

Prologue

A man stood behind his chair, staring out of a glass wall overlooking the city. His thin peach fuzz hair seemed almost translucent, making it seem as though he was bald. Self-consciously he ran his hands along his fine-tailored jacket, the best that money could buy.

He was a man of power, of wealth, of greed.

He was Obadiah Stane.

"Stane." Said a dark figure stepping out of the shadows. He wore a white tunic, a pale fabric with a small hand held gun clutched in his right hand. Dark markings outlined his masked face.

"Ghost, so glad you could come."

"Don't mention it, seriously." Ghost's masked eyes narrowed, his thin frown twitching slightly as he analyzed the billionaire C.E.O of Stark International. He expected to hear the distant sound of police sirens, or feet pounding up the stairs, shouts of guards barging into the room. But it was deathly quiet, as the two men stared each other down.

"I assume you know why you are here." Obadiah allowed a pause, offering Ghost to speak up or voice an opinion. When the criminal didn't say a word, Stane continued briskly. "Tony Stark, Howard Stark's son, will claim the company in two years. Two years too little. I want him murdered, put in critical condition at the local hospital, preferably in a cold grave under several feet of dirt."

Ghost nodded, turning his head away, preparing for a scolding.

"You failed the first time, endangering my daughter, and alerting the target. You allowed Stark to be rescued by Iron Man, you allowed yourself to be tracked and seen, don't ask me how, I don't know." Stand paused and glared at Ghost, walking up to him till he was just a few inches from the silent cloaked man. "Say something!"

"I am sorry that I ruined the plan. But it was his friends that helped him, fought to protect him, it was not me."

"Interesting. Ideas for separating the group of filthy rats?"

"Appeal to their interests, and if that doesn't work, capture them and lock them away so tight, they won't get out till they're ancient dust."

"Smart man…your job is to watch them, let me deal with my daughter. Oh, and also, watch Tony, his other friends, weaknesses, and family. Then report everything, everything, back to me."

Ghost nodded and vanished from view, quietly slipping through the floor. Obadiah smiled grimly. He drew a shaky breath, instinctively flexing his fingers. He said, clearly, into the speaker of his phone, "Bring me the Mandarin, now!"

End prologue.

[[A/N]]

[So, here it is, the prologue. I'll try and post the first chapter soon, still working on the plot and stuff. Its rated teen for future language, etc. Guess I really have no life now, officially. Yippy for me :D

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Once the first few chapters are posted, things will get rolling. But, I'm not sure how much yet, so wait and see.

Also, if nobody reviews then I will still keep on posting chapters, I'm not those low life people who threaten no updates in return for reviews. I love to write, not to read comments about it.

So, feel free to review on your own time, I will update on my own time and agenda, 'kay? Buh-bye! ;) ]