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It's sort of ironic, the way life works. It has a way of balancing itself out. Like, there can't be too much good or bad in the world at one time. One minute you can be flying along, assuming that you're going to save the world, and next thing you know, you're being shot full of holes.
Or so Tony thought as the first bullet raced towards him, before stopping millimeters short of his body with a ping!
Actually, that's what all the bullets did. Tony smirked, too arrogant to admit that for a moment he thought his plan hadn't worked, and too proud to breathe out the sigh of relief that came with it.
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" The leader yelled, staring at Tony in amazement, "What sort of man are you?"
"An Iron Man," Tony said, before his armor rippled into appearance (AN: At this point, just imagine that BA music that played in the first IM movie when Tony first put on the complete suit and it started at his feet and worked his way up. You know the music, when he's in his garage? That one? You know…) (AN2: Yeah, what Tony just said is incredibly cheesy, but in a Disney type way. You know they would do something like that. And honestly, I just couldn't resist, it was too good!)
Tony's next development in armor was the invisible suit, but he had run into some difficulties in the production phase. He, of course, had tried stealing the specs from the invisibility panels that covered the helicarrier, but they just reflected their surroundings, so those wouldn't work. In the end, Tony had been able to make the suit completely invisible, but hadn't found a way to make himself turn with it.
The genius had put in away in the corner of his mind until very recently. And now, it was perfect. It looked as though he weren't wearing armor at all, when, in fact, he was. A brilliant plan worthy of Anthony Stark himself.
The leader was out before he even had time to blink. One down, at least a hundred to go.
But these men were not used to surrendering, and Tony was the sole focus of their attack.
It sound of bullets ricocheting off the armor resumed with a furious intensity. Normally, Tony could have stood there all day and laughed, but this armor was not his Mark VII. It's was a lightweight version of the Mark V (Tony called it his Mark V and ½). This suit would probably give out in under six rounds at close range, not including the factor of how AIM's bullets were not normal.
Tony fired off several repulsors, but couldn't risk staying in the line of fire any longer. He spun up and above the men, circling around while firing off some more shots. Then, as much as he wanted to swoop in and save Natasha and Clint, he had to go take cover.
New bruises the size of apples had appeared where several bullets had bent the armor inward. Tony growled, knowing that it would take too much time and effort to fix it right now.
He needed a plan, and he needed a way that would take out more than a few men at once. The thought of using the unibeam passed through his head several times, but that was more of a last resort. So what?
Pulse bolts. A weapon Tony had never really had a cause to use. The bolts picked up kinetic energy as they traveled, so they became more and more powerful the farther they went.
Usually too weak to do much at close range, but extremely helpful in this situation. Tony peeked out from behind the smokestack on the restaurant that he was hiding behind, took careful aim and…
Bam! Three men fell as the invisible energy hit them. But this move had an unforeseen side effect.
"There he is! Fire at will!" One of the men shouted, and the intense rain of bullets began again. Tony cursed, deciding if these idiots wanted to open fire, they could. He'd just have to be too quick for them to hit.
One quick boost from the thrusters sent him flying through the air, faster than most could follow with their eyes. His automatic targeting system kept his aim true, though they could do nothing more than guess and shoot.
Tony had to free his team. Even in his most arrogant moment, he knew he couldn't truly take down this many men alone, especially while injured.
Around a third of the men were down or dead, but Tony was faltering. More than an advised amount of bullets had hit the armor, which occasionally was giving off sparks. Tony felt sore and hurt and was just in agony all over, but he didn't complain.
Not when Thor and Captain America were being guarded heavily, where Tony couldn't get them.
Not when Natasha and Clint were being loaded in the back of a van, as if they were going to be taken away.
Not when Darcy, Jane, Happy and especially Pepper (his Pepper!) were being threatened at gunpoint.
"Stark!" One of the men yelled out loud, "We'll shoot if you do not surrender immediately!"
Tony didn't answer, as another voice was superimposed over him, "Stark! Stark, Director Fury will be there shortly. No matter what, resist!"
Agent Smudge. Tony thought. Agent Smudge's real name was Agent Inkmear, which sounded a lot like 'ink smear'. Tony had instantly coined the derogatory term, and everyone had taken to it quickly. It wasn't easy for anyone for Agent Coulson to be dead, and they hadn't purposefully made it hard for the newbie, but no one was comfortable with Inkmear.
"You want me to resist when my girlfriend's life in on the line?" Tony asked harshly, "Not going to happen, Ink Smear."
"Stark, as a unsanctioned SHIELD agent, part of a regulatory SHIELD operative on SHIELD grounds in a SHIELD led case, I have to force you to continue fighting! One life, however important, is not worth AIM winning this fight!" If it was Smudge's sole goal in life to use as 'SHIELD' as many times as possible in one sentence, he suceeded, according to the billionaire.
Said billionaire definitely didn't like Ink Smear now, as the new agent gathered from what Tony said to him next.
"Go fuck yourself." Tony spun and landed in front of the agents, "I surrender! Release them!" He said.
"Will you come peacefully?" The agent who now assumed the role of leader asked, sounding nervous.
"I will," Tony said, teeth gritted.
"No, Tony, don't!" Clint cried out, fighting his way free of the bonds, "Don't do it!" A random agent swung a heavy punch into Clint's stomach while another held the archer's wrists and snapped one of them. Clint was then unceremoniously tossed into the back of the van.
Feeling sickened at the treatment of his friend, Tony retracted the face plate as a sign of complacence, "I will surrender peacefully."
"Out of the suit," The leader said with a nasty grin, "I'm sure it has much to teach us."
Tony almost blasted that guy from here to Jupiter, but knew that would only harm Pepper and the others.
So when the man dropped dead, Tony was confused more than anything. Had he really shot the man?
He started to panic, thinking only of Pepper, but a neatly dressed man dropped beside him, "Stark."
Tony breathed a sigh of relief, "Ink Smear. Bout time you guys showed up."
And all hell broke loose.
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