Tony felt the presence of another as he sped through the sky towards OsCorp. Before he knew it, a pair of arms gripped him and began to drag him downwards. He craned his head to see a man in green armour and metal wings.
"Who the- Blackie Drago, I presume."
"Actually, I prefer the Vulture!"
They grappled, with Tony dragging Drago down to a rooftop.
"Y'know, I met Adrian Toomes."
Drago looked at him and spat.
"What did he say?"
"Nothing much. I...kinda..smooshed his chest in with my foot...yikes."
Drago looked at him, then charged at him with a snarl. They threw heavy punches at each other, testosterone levels building sky-high. Tony landed a hit right into Drago's gut, breaking the armour of his attacker. Drago staggered backwards, and dived off the roof. He flew away, with a cowardly cry of "the best men run away!" Tony laughed, and sighed before sitting on the ground.
"Jarvis, I think I'm gonna take a nap. Can you fly us home?"
"Certainly sir."
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High in the mountains sat a doctor. A doctor of immense power and wisdom. A sorcerer supreme. He concentrated on the energies around him, the eye of Agamotto there to guide him. His astral plane shifted, as a figure approached from the cosmic mists.
"Stephen Strange...your life seems peaceful."
"Well, my friend, the mountains provide a tranquillity."
The figure wore white robes and had an enlarged head. This was Uatu, the Watcher. He had contacted Strange sixteen months previously, and belonged to another world.
"Your world is to be threatened..."
"By whom?"
"A being of immense power, who wishes to please the cold immortal hands of darkness. He shall strike in three earth months. You must be ready."
"But I am one man. Granted I hold the title of Sorcerer Supreme, but even I hold insufficient power to deal with such threats!"
"There is a man known as Tony Stark. He resides in the country of America, in the region known as New York. He holds the mantle of Iron Man. You must venture to him, for he is destined to fight."
Uatu retreated into the mists. Strange came back to the world, and stood. He still had his residence in Manhattan, a nice home which he enjoyed. He packed away his necessities and walked out into the yonder, towards the man who would save the earth.