Tony had a little pop-up screen built into the "mask" of the suit. With a prompt, it began scanning for life forms. He was picking up a distinct heat-signature from about ten meters away. Suddenly, without warning, bullets flew towards him. Harmlessly they pinged off him, like rain off of a window.

"Strange...bullets usually work."

A figure, the heat signature, approached from the dark. He was medium height, and wore blue goggles. His right arm was encased in a twirling row of bullets, while he held a top-market, heavy duty rifle in his gloved hands.

"Hey, GI Joe. I don't take too kindly to home invaders."

"I can see that, Jack Haley. How much did all this cost, huh?"

"More than that pea-shooter."

"You think you're a regular Bill Cosby? Well, I've got news for you: I can't stand the Cosby Show!"

He started firing even more at Tony, who just stood there and took the hits.

"You know, you really can't be that smart."

"What I lack for in brains, I make up for in quickness. Oh, and brains."

Tony looked down, and saw that the bullets were flashing. He shrank to the ground, as an electrical impulse pounded through him.

"You know why they call me Coldblood?"

"I cannot say I do, sir. But, shall we find out?"

Jarvis fired two shotgun shots into Coldblood, who fell to the ground. Tony was helped up by his friend.

"So...we got any kind of beer at all?"

They laughed. But they didn't notice Coldblood stir. He pushed himself up and fired a flurry of shots, before dying of blood loss. Jarvis fell, blood pouring out of him.

"Sorry...sir."

"No Jarvis! I can fix this! I can make a reactor, like mine. It'll keep you going!"

"Sorry...sir...but it's my time. Over the years...I've been looking after you...when all this time...you..."

"Jarvis, please! Please, I have to help you!"

""You...were looking after me...goodbye, sir...goodbye, Anthony..."

"G-goodb-bye...Jarvis..."

He sobbed, as his friend lay cold in his arms.

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Hammer watched as his line to killing Tony Stark was dumped in a river. Not only was he disappointed, he was furious. He would try to kill him himself, but didn't like getting his hands dirty.

His phone buzzed.

"It's Hammer."

"Hey, it's Tony. Listen, next time you send someone to kill me, make sure they can handle me."

Hammer froze.

"How did-"

"I have my sources. By the way, you know how much years you can get in prison for conspiring to murder?"

"You've got no proof, Stark. I'm in the clear right now."

"Really? Because your friend had something on his person. Some kind of insurance, I don't know. But it's got a fully recorded conversation between you and him, discussing me and more specifically how to kill me."

"God damn it! Listen, it was nothing personal. Just business!"

"That's, uh, interesting. Because I'm about two minutes away with a group of cops, a call traced quite some time ago and a clever lie about a recording. C'mon, Hammer! Keep up the game! Only you could want me gone that much. Nice touch, by the way. Men in the desert. But they ran into trouble, ran into Adrian Toomes."

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Tony had decided to use the suit for something great. Something Jarvis would be proud of. He'd drunk for days straight, but that had no bearing on his decision.

From now on, Iron Man was a force for good. A force for justice. And a really good way of getting around.