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Warning: I do not own the amazing show Kim Possible, Iron Man, or other Marvel references. Fictional events that I make are mine.

But for this to actually happen, everyone needs to know how Ron got to that point. So let's go back to the beginning when Ron and Kim graduated Highschool and saved the world once more.

"See," Kim said to Ron. "I told you graduating wasn't the end of the world."

Ron took Kim's face into his hand and brought it in for a kiss. As they flew off into the night sky, they savored the moment and their lips stayed locked.

Sorry, what I meant to say was, let's go back to Ron and Kim a month after graduating Highschool and saving the world once more.

One Month Later

Doctor Director, Will Du, and several higher-ups in Global Justice stood watching from a control room high above Global Justice's applicant's test center.

"Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. They're both eighteen years of age and graduated high school one month ago." Dr. Director said as the two teenagers took their place at the front line of the course. "They've both taken written tests. Due to the results on these tests; Ms. Possible's got it no matter what she does on this test. Mr. Stoppable though … I'm afraid he'll have to do it perfectly to make it into the organization."

An old man with gray hair in a Hawaiian shirt walked toward the edge of the viewing glass and studied Ron's stance and profile.

"Can I see his file?" He asked, turning his crystal blue eyes to the cycloptic Dr. Director.

"Of course, Sir," she said in almost timid respect. She pulled a manila folder and handed it to the man who took it in his hands.

"Interesting background," the man said, reading over Ron's history. "Reminds me of someone."

"Heh, who?" Will Du chuckled, "A circus clown?"

"No," The old man said, giving Will a stern glare that made the agent back step slightly, "reminds me of my grandchildren."

"You ready, KP?" Ron asked stretching his arms over the head.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Kim asked stretching her legs, "This is it, Ron, what we've worked so hard for."

"Yup, we'll be in Global Justice!" Ron stated excitedly.

"Don't put the cart before the horse, Ron," Kim smiled, "But remember: if we don't make it, we'll always be a team."

"Right," Ron said, stepping up to the starting line.

"You two ready," Dr. Director's voice spoke over the loudspeaker. Kim and Ron both looked up and nodded. "Alright, on your mark. Get set. GO!"

As the word left the commander of Global Justice's mouth, the two teens took off running into the course. At first, it was like watching one entity, the two young people moving as one. First through a series of tires, then under a series of barbwire.

"As good as I expected," the old man stated, watching them go.

"They've both have done much good in their young life, Magistratus Tennyson." She said, watching the recent high school graduates.

Ron did good much of the course, and he and Kim both had hoped his 'Ron-ness' wouldn't affect his final test.

They reached a large wall fifteen-foot high with two ropes. The two young heroes grabbed the ropes and began to climb when Ron slipped slightly. Kim glanced back at him.

"GO! Don't worry about me!" Ron snapped, but Kim continued to watch him unsurely, biting her lower lip. "I SAID GO!" he said, pulling as hard as he could, catching up with her easily.

The two spun around and began scaling down the other side of the wall, and made it to the ground, Kim jumping down first and running toward the last two obstacles while Ron was a few paces behind. He leapt but landed wrong on his foot falling hard on his face.

Betty Director closed her eye tight as a single tear began to push out the corner of her eye, "Ron …" she sighed punching the console before her. "Damn it."

"I knew he couldn't do it," Will Du smirked knowingly, crossing his arms, "he just lost his shot."

"Shut up," Magistratus Tennyson said watching the boy on the field closely, "The test isn't finished."

Ron lifted his head off the ground to watch Kim run on ahead, completely unaware of his fall. "She's got it in the bag," he whispered with a proud smile, before sighing in defeat.

"Get up, son," Magistratus Tennyson said from the observation booth, "Get up."

Ron glanced up at the booth at the other end of the field and saw the man staring at him with intensity and Will Du beside him looking at him mockingly. 'Never start what you won't finish,' Ron had heard his father say often.

"It's not over yet," Ron said pulling himself up, his eyes focused on the finish line. He'd lost, and he had no idea what he'd do now, but one thing was certain, he'd lose standing and not flat on his face just before the end of the line.

Ron took off running crossing the small rope bridge before grabbing the swinging rope over the mud pit and taking a hard jumping swing leaping into the air from the height of the swing. He did a flipping jump he had learned at Yamanouchi, landing in a crouch punching the ground just on the other side of the finish line.

Will Du just smirks at the old man. "As I said, he is nothing and not worth our time." Dr. Director was not too happy about hearing that, she was about to say something but Magistratus Tennyson beat her to it.

This pisses Magistratus Tennyson so much, he turns to Will and gave a mean right hook, giving him a black eye in the process.

"Shut up, your nothing but an agent, meanwhile Ron is out there risking his life and saving the world. So I would choose what you say." With that Magistratus Tennyson walks out of the room.

Will Du turns to Dr. Director but she gave a cold stare that means business. "You and I will have a talk about this later, but for now we have to deliver them the news."

Back down below, Ron looks at Kim with a smile and relief. "Looks like we did it, KP, we finished our test," Ron said as he takes a couple of seconds to catch his breath.

"Yup, I just hope we both we'll get in." Kim told him as they noticed Dr. Director and Will Du approach them. "So how did we do?"

Team Possible ignore the black eye Will Du is sporting as they find that a little hilarious that he has it.

"Ron," Dr. Director said sadly, "I'm sorry, I really am but …"

"I didn't make enough points to make it into Global Justice?" Ron asked sadly, as Dr. Director nodded sadly.

"I 'm so sorry, Ron," Kim said to her boyfriend as she was disappointed that he didn't get in. She then turns to Dr. Director. "Did I get in?" She asks as she hopes for her sake that she didn't get in as she wants to be in Global Justice with Ron.

"Yes, Kim, you passed the test," Dr. Director informs her with a smile,

Kim took a moment to hear this. "I'm sorry, but I can't accept this. It wouldn't be right if Ron wasn't right beside me." This shocked the three standing in front of her.

"What? Kim, you can't do this." Ron as he takes her. "This is your dream too."

"Not without you in it," Kim said with a sad look.

"Look Kim, I'm fine taking the backseat. That's all I really care about you getting in. You go live your dream with Global Justice and save the world. I'll be fine, we'll make this work. Besides, maybe next year I can try again." Ron said trying to convince her.

"Are you sure, you'll be fine on your own?" Kim asks.

"I'm sure, besides I still have Rufus, Hannah, my parents, and your family to keep me company while you are gone. I'll be fine, just do what you love to do." Ron said as Kim tears up a little. "Just promise to wait for me."

"I promise," Kim said as they embrace each other in a hug as they are saying they're goodbye for now. Then they leaned in and kiss each other like no tomorrow.

Unfortunately, that promise they made for each didn't work out so well, especially for Ron. They made it work for a while. For some reason after graduation, all of their villains seem to be retired or stop being evil. And because of that Ron had the opportunity to spend more time in college as he tries to get his Associates degree.

Ron and Kim at first video chatted with each other almost every night, but as the days passed and more time goes by, they chatted with each other less and less. This is mostly because Kim is on the other side of the world as she is in a different time zone and doing a ton of missions. Ron didn't think much of it as he understands that she can be busy, but one day their love for each other went away when something bad happened.

At one point, Ron was going to surprise the Possible Family with his Associate Degree but they missed out on him graduating for some unknown reason. But before he went inside their house, he saw Kim, which he was excited to see and was surprised as well, but what is more surprising is that she was with another guy.

Her new boyfriend in fact as he saw them kiss as her family was happy to see that. This crushed Ron so much as he doesn't understand why Kim would do this and just cheated on him. And with that day forwards he stopped going to the Possible family, as he thought they were family to him, but for them to just accept Kim's new boyfriend was unbelievable and betrayal. He couldn't stand for this.

Unfortunately, his day didn't get better as later that night when Ron got home he was met with an awful surprise. Rufus, his little budy and best friend had died that night. Must of been from all of the missions he went on with Ron and Kim as his body finally gave out. There Ron and Hannah burried Rufus in ht ebackyard as they mourn for the naked mole rat.

Deciding to go back to school and make it big, so no one ever could make him useless ever again. And that's what he did, it is as if a switch had been thrown in him, and his drive for success had no equal. Finally tapping into his potential, he obtained his PhD. in mechanical engineering and applied physics within two years, a feat that would have been impressive enough, if not for the six patents registered with the World Intellectual Property Office by that time.

Thus his early fortune was already made. But even before his graduation, he had set up a company called Stoppable Enterprises along with co-founder, Dr. Wade Load, a personal friend with a long history, and a PhD. in computer science and integrative technology.

Together, they delved into the lucrative market of weapons manufacturing, coming a long way from Ron's past experience with his potato-tosser-cum-plasma-catapult during his brief stint as a would-be world conqueror.

Their company grew quickly, offering superior weapons programs that quickly dwarfed the competition. Even Global Justice was impressed with their world-renowned technology. Due to this rapid growth, they had added Dr. Drew Lipsky as Head of Research and Engineering, who became a reformed villain as he has turned over a new leaf. Drew did manage to get rid of the flower petals on his head for good, but he still has his plant powers which he believe is much better.

Ron Stoppable had only remarked that it was ironic that Dr. Lipsky's weapons which were once used to terrorize the world would now be used to save the world.

Then unexpectedly, Ron and Hannah's parents were killed during a car crash. Leaving Ron having to adopt his sister. It was very sad as Ron took a few weeks off as he arrange a funeral for his parent. They may not be the best parents in the world, but they still loved him in their own way. Kim and her family tried to go to the funeral that Ron arrange for, but was blocked off by security. This was because he and Hannah felt like they don't deserve to mourn for his family when they betrayed him and his love for them.

After the funeral, Ron was depressed for a few weeks until Hannah who was still young, but mature in her own age had enough of Ron mopping around. She yells at him for a while as she wants him to go back to the company as he is needed there, but he should also make time to spend with her. But for now, Ron has a company to help run. The sibling agreed as Ron needed to get out of the gutter and continue to help the world like he usually does.

Within five years, Stoppable Enterprises had leapfrogged to the forefront of its competition, as it displayed a creative tenacity in designing newer and more efficient weapons. It was named the upcoming company to watch by Fortune magazine, and its stock had tripled in price every year ever since its inception. The Stoppable trademark had become known as effective and superior weapons, and soldiers regularly remarked that holding a Stoppable in their hands would prove that they are anything but stoppable.

Kim and Ron have seen each other a couple of times thanks to his selling of technology to Global Justice, but when Kim tried to explain why she cheated, Ron just didn't listen and never forgives her for doing that to him.

Middleton High School, 36 Hours Earlier

"LISTEN UP, PEOPLE!" Mr. Barkin shouted as he stepped out onto the stage at the Middleton High Auditorium. The senior class all silenced themselves and looked at the graying teacher. "We have a special guest here to speak to you today, so I want everyone to be quiet and attentive!" he barked before motioning to the side of the stage. "Let's give a big, Mad-Dog welcome to Ronald Stoppable!"

The crowd of teenagers clapped as twenty-four-year-old Ron Stoppable walked out on stage, waving with one hand and adjusting his tie with the other.

"Good morning!" Ron said, Monique, who had become his assistant, both just behind the curtain on the side of the stage. "High School's almost over, huh?" A round of applause and whistles came from that. "I've been there, and I never was so happy to be done with anything in my life! But let me give you guys a heads up: the fight's just starting." He said, leaning on the podium. "And one thing I learned the hard way was that when the chips are down, the only one you can truly count on is yourself. Want a job done right? Do it yourself. If you spend your life depending on others, you'll end up going nowhere."

"He's got that right," Monique mutters to herself.

"People thought I was going to fail. Matter of fact, they seemed to be waiting for it," Ron said with a nod. "The college only let me attempt my courses if I agreed to go on academic probation. And if I made less than a C average that first year, I'd pay the next four semesters' worth of tuition without attending.

"But I worked hard, stayed focused for the first time in my life, and took it all the way." Ron said with a winning smile on his face. "A very wise man used to say 'Anything's Possible for a Possible', but I say anything's possible for someone who won't quit.

"So, all of you work hard, and for those of you interested in business," Ron smirked slightly, "I think my company's been getting a tad complacent lately, so let's get some good, strong competition out there, alright?

"One last note, this one to the outcasts," Ron said, glancing to the back of the auditorium. "I'm filthy rich. I mean, filthy stinking rich. I eat whatever I please, sleep with beautiful women every night, and do whatever I want. So, the next time a cheerleader rolls her eyes at you or insults you, just remember: in several years, when you're rich, she'll say anything to be your lady for a while. Thank you and have a great rest of the year!"

"That was good Ron… I think," Monique said as Ron joined her and began walking out of the school.

"Thanks, now get me out of this place before I have any more painful flashbacks," Ron shuddered, "But what's next on my agenda, Mon?"

"Mr. Stoppable? Mr. Stoppable! Can I ask you a few questions?" A new reporter asks, as for some reason she was waiting for him outside of the highschool.

"We really don't have time, Ron," Monique pressed.

"It's ok, Mon. So, what can I do for you, Ms...?"

"Christine Eberhart, Vanity Fair magazine. You've been called the Da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?"

"Absolutely untrue. I don't paint. I do cook, though. I'd love to show you sometime," Ron said with a smirk.

"And what do you say to your other nickname? 'The Merchant of Death'?" She asked again ignoring his flirt.

"That's not bad." Ron accepted.

"Let me guess. Berkeley?" Ron asked.

"Brown, actually." Christine corrected.

"Well, Ms. Brown, it's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we've got. I guarantee you, the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace, I'll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals." Ron told her.

"Rehearse that much?" She questioned.

"Every night in front of the mirror before bedtime." He confirmed.

"I can see that." She said.

"I'd like to show you first-hand." He propositioned.

"Wow." Christine said, raising her eyebrows. "You ever lose an hour of sleep your whole life?" Christine asked.

"I'd be prepared to lose a few with you." Ron propositioned again, while Monique rolled her eyes as he know perfectly well where this will be going.

Ron is being thrown down onto the bed, Christine getting on top of him in, her jacket and pants gone as they began smothering each other with kisses. The two of them made sensual noises as they tangled themselves together, Ron rolling to be on top, causing them to fall off the bed, the billionaire laughing.

The next morning, Christine was alone in bed, covered by only the blanket, when lights suddenly came on, waking her up.

"Good morning. It's 7:00 a.m. The weather in Malibu is 72 degrees with scattered clouds. The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 a.m." An automated voice announced, the black wall suddenly brightening, revealing that they were automated blinds in front of a balcony, giving an ocean view.

Christine walked up to the windows, wrapped in the white blanket. It is revealed to be a huge, beautiful white mansion built with modern marble architecture, perched on a cliff above the sea. It also had a pool as it turns out to be Ron's Mansion in Malibu.

Christine then walked around the house, now dressed in a short purple robe, searching for the billionaire. "Ron? Hey, Ron?" She called a few times. She walked down the hall, admiring a piece of art on the table, then noticed a panel on the wall and put a finger to it.

She would come to regret this almost immediately as the device flashed red with an alarm going off, causing her to recoil in surprise.

"You are not authorized to access this area." The automated voice from before warned the reporter.

About 10 feet behind her was another woman in a business skirt. "That's RUFUS. He runs the house." She explained, before holding up Christine's clothes on a coat hanger, covered in plastic. "I've got your clothes here. They've been dry-cleaned and pressed, and there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go." She told the reporter.

"You must be the famous Monique Scheller," Christine said, gesturing to Monique with her finger as she approached.

"Indeed I am." Monique confirmed.

"After all these years, Ron still has you picking up the dry-cleaning." Christine said with a hint of a sneer.

Monique was unfazed at this insult, however, simply smiling. "I do anything and everything that Mr. Stoppable requires, including, occasionally, taking out the trash. Will that be all?" She asked, gesturing to the door.

Ron was now shown in his garage, listening to loud rock music while looking at a car's engine, holding part of it in his hand, looking to a screen. "Give me an exploded view. " He instructed.

"The compression in cylinder three appears to be low." RUFUS noted as an image of the engine was pulled apart, piece by piece.

"Log that." Ron instructed again.

Monique came down the stairs, typing in the code to unlock the lab and entering, talking on a cell phone. "I'm gonna try again, right now." She informed whoever she was talking to.

"Please don't turn down my music." Ron said, not even looking up from his work.

"I'll keep you posted." She said, before closing the phone and looking at her boss. "You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now." She told him.

"How'd she take it?" Ron asked ignoring her words.

"Like a champ." Monique said, looking at her papers.

"Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?" Ron asked, looking at an engine part.

"Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago." She informed him.

"That's funny, I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there." He said nonchalantly.

"Ron, I need to speak to you about a couple things before I get you out of the door." Moniquesaid, hitting the button on a pen.

The genius turned back towards her. "Doesn't it kind of defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?" He asked.

"Larry called. He's got another buyer for the Jackson Pollock in the wings. Do you want it? Yes or no." She asked.

"Is it a good representation of his spring period?" Ron asked.

"No. The Springs was actually the neighborhood in East Hampton where he lived and worked, not 'spring' like the season." Monique informed him.

"So?" Ron asked.

"I think it's a fair example. I think it's incredibly overpriced." She voiced her opinion.

"I need it. Buy it. Store it." He instructed, getting up and walking past her.

She nodded, lowering her work stuff and following him. "Okay. The MIT commencement speech..." She started.

"Is in June. Please, don't harangue me about stuff that's way, way, down..." He said.

"They're haranguing me, so I'm gonna say yes." She told him.

"Deflect it and absorb it. Don't transmit it back to me." He said, turning back to face her.

"I need you to sign this before you get on the plane." She said, opening up a folder for him to sign a paper inside.

"What are you trying to get rid of me for? What, you got plans?" He asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do." She confirmed.

"I don't like it when you have plans." Ron said.

"I'm allowed to have plans on my birthday." She countered.

"It's your birthday?" He asked.

"Yes." She confirmed.

"I knew that. Already?" He asked.

"Yeah. Isn't that strange? It's the same day as last year." She sassed him.

"Get yourself something nice from me." Ron told her.

"I already did." She told him.

"And?" He asked.

"It was very nice." She said.

"Yeah." He inquired.

"Very tasteful. Thank you, Mr. Stoppable." She said.

"You're welcome, Miss Scheller." He told her. She handed him a small cup of coffee, which he downed immediately. "Okay." He said, handing the cup back and heading out.

A beautiful silver sports car was shown roaring down a road along the cliffside, the familiar black limousine struggling to keep up. The sports car pulled up onto an airport tarmac, followed closely by the limousine. Near a plane on the concrete, Wade Load was glaring as Ron got out of the sports car.

"You're good." Ron complimented as he closed the door. "I thought I lost you back there." He told Shego, who got out of the limo.

"You did, Stoppable. I had to cut across Mulholland." Shego explained as she wasn't too happy about that.

After retiring from being a villain and becoming a good guy or…girl in her case, her brother, Team Go, tried to get her back into their family team. She happily denied it as she wasn't interested in that, but after Ron became a millionaire, he had the idea to hire her as his personal bodyguard. Even though Ron doesn't need protection from anyone, especially with his mystic monkey power, which he has practiced for a long time, he can still use some protection every now and again. Luckily Shego is always there and happy to protect someone she now calls a friend.

"I got you. I got you." Ron laughed, walking to the staircase of the plane.

"What's wrong with you?" Wade demanded, clearly furious.

"What?" Ron asked innocently, Shego following him with his luggage.

"Three hours." Wade informed him angrily.

"I got caught doing a piece for Vanity Fair." Ron gave his excuse.

"For three hours?" Wade asked furiously, clearly no buying it. "For three hours you got me standing here." He snapped.

"Waiting on you now. Let's go. Come on." Ron said, moving past him into the jet with Shego right behind him with the luggage.

"Wheels up! Rock and roll!" Ron called.

The plane was now seen flying above the clouds, Stoppable Enterprises printed on the side. Inside, Ron and Wade were sitting near the windows, a stewardess laying out silverware.

"What you reading, platypus?" Ron asked.

"Nothing." Wade said, not looking up from his paper.

"Come on, sour patch. Don't be mad." Ron said.

"I told you, I'm not mad. I'm indifferent, okay?" Wade said, finally looking at Ron.

"I said I was sorry." Ron told him.

"Good morning, Mr. Stoppable." An attractive stewardess said.

"You don't need to apologize to me. I'm your man." Wade tried to assure him as they began talking over each other.

Ron then turned his attention to the stewardess with a smile. "Hi. I told him I was sorry, but he..." He started.

"I'm just indifferent right now." Wade repeated.

"Hot towel?" The stewardess asked, Ron taking one.

"You don't respect yourself, so I know you don't respect me." Wade said.

"I respect you, man. We have each other's back all the time." Ron assured him.

"I'm just your babysitter. So, when you need your diaper changed... Thank you." He said, looking to he stewardess as she gave him a towel. "Let me know and I'll get you a bottle, okay?" Wade finished.

"Hey! Heat up the sake, will you?" Ron asked the stewardess. "Thanks for reminding me." He said to Wade.

"No, I'm not talking... We're not drinking. We're working right now." Wade refused.

"You can't have sashimi without sake." Ron insisted.

"You are constitutionally incapable of being responsible." Wade told him.

"It would be irresponsible not to drink. I'm just talking about a nightcap." Ron countered.

"Hot sake?" The stewardess asked.

"Yes, two, please." Ron said as the stewardess poured him and Wade a glass.

"No. I'm not drinking. I don't want any." Wade said.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen as a few minutes later it changed to both them and Ron clearly drunk, sitting on a couch with strobe lights making colored lights move around the room as the stewardesses were pole dancing for them.

"That's what I'm talking about. When I get up in the morning and I'm putting on my uniform, you know what I recognize? I see in that mirror that every person that's got this stupid tight uniform on got my back!" Wade drunkenly rambled.

"Hey, you know what? I'm not like you. I'm not cut out..." Ron told him.

"No, no. You don't have to be like me! But you're more than what you are." Wade insisted.

"Can you excuse me if I'm a bit distracted here?" Ron said, gesturing to the dancing stewardesses.

"No! You can't be distracted right now! Listen to me!" Wade insisted as the plane was shown flying above the clouds again.

The plane was now on the ground, clearly at a military base, judging by all the soldiers and military vehicles scattered around. Snowy mountains were seen in the background. The location was shown to be the Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan.

Ron descended from the plane's staircase and walked up to a soldier, shaking his hand. "General." He greeted.

"Welcome, Mr. Stoppable. We look forward to your weapons presentation." The general informed him.

"Thanks." Ron said, shaking the hand of the man to the general's left.

Ron was now standing in front of a group of soldiers with both of their sunglasses on, a long and desolate valley behind them at the foot of the snowy mountains.

"Is it better to be feared or respected? I say, is it too much to ask for both? With that in mind, I humbly present the crown jewel of Stoppable Enterprises Freedom Line. It's the first missile system to incorporate our proprietary repulsor technology. They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once." Ron explained.

"That's how America does it. And it's worked out pretty well so far. Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I personally guarantee you the bad guys won't even want to come out of their caves." Ron assured the soldiers, gesturing to one of them, who aimed the missile out into the valley behind him. The missile was then launched, an outer casing breaking away, allowing the missile to release over a dozen smaller ones that roared to life and screamed to the ground along with the main missile.

"For your consideration, the Unstoppable," Ron announced, opening his arms wide as the missiles bombarded the entire valley along the mountain line, the force of the explosion creating a gust great enough to send the soldiers' hats flying even as far back as they were, the dust cloud even reaching and engulfing them.

A briefcase was shown, opening up to reveal it was also a refrigerator, keeping an assortment of drinks and glasses, Ron grabbing a glass of scotch. "I'll be throwing one of these in with every purchase of 500 million or more. To peace!" He said, raising his glass and taking a drink as he walked away.

"Hey, Ron." Wade greeted, walking up to the jeep, putting his hand on the window.

"I'm sorry, this is the 'fun-vee.' The 'hum-drum-vee' is back there," Ron said, looking back to a jeep behind them.

"Nice job." Wade praised.

Ron nodded. "See you two back at base." He told his friend.

However, this wouldn't happen, as the events from the beginning were quickly replayed. Ron gasped in pain and horror, shock clear on his face as it was made clear he'd truly experienced hell throughout this operation. And it was just the beginning. Ron coughed hard twice, each violent movement causing sharp pain to surge up his spine and to grip his head like a vice.

Several gray shadows hovered over him, animatedly waving their hands, shouting at each other in rapid-fire words that sounded more gibberish than foreign to him. A low guttural groan escaped his lips which called the attention of the gray shadows back to the semi-conscious man. As he tried to turn his head, a large black object hovered over his face and pressed hard over his nose and mouth.

He raised his hand weakly and pawed at the dirty rag pressed against his face, but it was futile. His lungs finally gave in and screamed for oxygen and he inhaled the sickly-sweet fumes emanating from the rag. He was struck by wavering vertigo; a downward spiraling plunge into nothingness as his mind tried to grasp desperately to consciousness. But even that was futile.

Wow, that's a long chapter. So what did you all think of that? Yes, Ron is and at the possibles and especially Kim who cheated on him with her new boyfriend. As I said before, people have tried to make this but I wanted to make my own so here it is. I would also like to give credit to Classic Cowboy for letting me use some of his scenes, thanks again, dude. But yes, this will be similar to the movie but with my own take. And no Wade will not be Iron Monger in this story, like him better as War Machine as no one seems to do that for some reason. I do have someone else in mind for that. But Shego will replace Happy as Monique replaces Pepper. And no, Monique will not be with Ron as I'm still deciding on who should he be in this Elite Series. I do hope you like Max Tennyson's first appearance, and just to clarify Ben and Gwen would have been 17 when Kim and Ron try out for Global Justice. But back in 2019, they will be about 22 or 23 by then.

But you are all wondering where the hell have I been for the past month and a half, right? Well I know I give poor excuses sometimes, and that's ok for hating for me being gone a lot, I understand too as I'm trying to post a lot with the number of stories I came up with. But the truth is, I work at Walmart, and because of that, they are now cutting a lot of people's hours. Meaning I don't get paid enough to cover my rent, food, and other expenses. I thought they were cutting my hours for three weeks, and when it was almost over, I thought it would be normal. I was so wrong as they cut me for another month, and I was not too happy about it. They are now giving me house once every three weeks or so. So I've been trying to find other jobs to support myself for the past month and a half as I need money to survive. You would think if I was cut from work, I would have time to write as I please, but no I don't. I had to find jobs so I can pay for stuff I need to survive and that's tough. Another reason why I haven't written was that I finally bought my first car, and I'm truly happy about it as I don't have to get a ride from Uber or friends and waste money. I hope you all can understand why I took a break from writing as I'm slowly getting back into making more content. I have ten more stories to post. Not all of them are ready just yet. Going to post the rest of the stories for the next few days, either two or three stories at a time as it will also explain this thing again. Like I said, sorry for the long hiatus as some of you would understand. Also no Heroes United: Unlimited is not for sales or any of my stories if you guys ask about it. Also before I forget, I want to let you know that most of my stories especially Earth's Mightiest heroes, DDSK Of RWBY, and Heroes United: Unlimited are all getting an updated version of what I originally wrote a year ago. As I figure the dialogue and scenes can be now better. See you all tomorrow, peace out!