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kashriramji: Idk.

The Storm Master 567: YNope, that won't happen. She is actually with Wade. And yes I understand but a lot can happen in 5 years, and don't worry Wade is not bad.

simm36: Gracias, contento de que te guste. Y sí... estado pensando en hacer eso tbh. Ella estará en esta historia. La interrumpí para la parte inicial. Lol y no, ella no tendrá una excusa ya que Kim se cansó de Ron tbh, pero la historia se explicará más adelante, lo prometo. No, Monique está con Wade y tampoco es una historia de Kim x Ron.

Gj agent: Lol I wouldn't either. No those 3 are not bad guys...kinda. Thank you and yes that will be changed to have Rufus as an A.I.

Guest #1: Nope.

RonaldM40196867: Yes he has sadly. I think in the show it works out great even if Kim can be jelly and questionable at times.

Guest #2: Nah.

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

A TV was then shown, premiering a show called Mad Money, with a bald man wearing a white shirt and tie with a creepy, unpleasant glare and smile on his face on the screen. "Stoppable Industries! I've got one recommendation! Ready? Ready?" He asked with an unreal amount of enthusiasm and a lot of anger in his voice as a red circle suddenly enlarged over the screen and two cartoon bears roared at the screen from the left and right. "Sell, sell, sell! Abandon ship! Does the Hindenburg ring any bells?" He questioned, several irritating sound effects playing in the background.

Monique was watching the show with a frown and let out a sigh. "Let me show you the new Stoppable Industries business plan!" He said, picking up a bat and setting a mug down on the table, before shattering it with the bat. "Look, that's a weapons company that doesn't make weapons!" The crazy host declared.

"Monique." Ron's voice came through the intercom, causing Monique to jump. "How big are your hands?" Ron asked.

"What?" Monique asked, a bit off-put by the question.

"How big are your hands?" Ron repeated the question.

"I don't understand why..." Monique started.

"Get down here. I need you." Ron instructed.

Monique was then seen coming down the stairs to the lab and entering, where Ron was laying in a slightly reclined chair, similar to what would be in a dentist's office.

"Hey." Ron greeted as he held another arc reactor, the old one still in his chest. "Let's see them. Show me your hands. Let's see them." He instructed, Monique holding up and wiggling her fingers a bit. "Oh, wow. They are small. Very petite, indeed. I just need your help for a sec." He told her as she walked closer.

"Is that the arc reactor? God, this is the first time I'm seeing it this close… Can I touch it?" Monique ask.

"I could do you one better," Ron grinned. "You can take it out of my chest."

"What?" Monique was taken aback by his cavalier attitude. "Won't that kill you?"

"No. Not immediately of course," Ron explained with a shrug. "This thing just happens to keep me alive for a while… I got a good fifteen minutes before I go into full cardiac arrest from the slivers in here. During that time, you're going to swap in the upgrade."

"Upgrade?" Monique asked.

"Right here," Ron gestured at a new glowing orb on the table next to him. "The old one's built in a cave, quite shoddy work. Nothing more than a couple of wires put together. The new one is at least more reliable with its power output."

"Err… Are you sure I'm right for this job?" Monique glanced hesitantly at the device. "Shouldn't you get a heart surgeon, or an electrical engineer? Or both?"

"Don't worry about it," Ron replied coolly. "You can unplug a toaster right?"

"Uh huh," Monique nodded with uncertainty evident in her eyes. "But you're one damn expensive toaster, Ron."

"Don't worry about it," Ron laid back on the table. "Just do it…"

Monique gulped as she glanced warily at the device. "So what do I do?"

"First, you turn the thing counter clockwise, slowly," Ron coached her through the process as he glanced down at his chest. "Right, slowly now, lift the thing out of my chest… Carefully now, don't let the thing touch the side of…" Ron suddenly hissed in pain as a jolt of electricity coursed through his body.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ron!" Monique gasped. "Maybe I should call someone else…"

"Never mind," Ron gritted his teeth. "You're almost done. Now just reach into the hole and…"

"You want me to stick my hand in there?" Monique shuddered. "Is that even safe? Won't that hurt you?"

"Nah, it's perfectly safe," Ron grinned as he watched the grossed-out look on Monique's face. "Just reach in there and unplug the connector inside…"

"Eww…" Monique made a face, as she reached in and felt something gooey inside. She quickly fumbled around as she disconnected the old arc reactor from her boss's chest. "Done."

"Right," Ron's breathing started to become a little labored. "Now connect the new one…" Ron held the newer device and watched as Monique tentatively stuck her hand back into the cavity and reattached the connector.

"You know I deserve a raise for this," Monique grumbled. "This wasn't part of the job description."

"I'll just remember to get you something for your birthday," Ron replied, as he slid the new arc reactor into his chest. He twisted his device and locked it into place with a distinct click.

"My birthday was three months ago," Monique grumbled good-naturedly. "The day you left for Afghanistan."

"Oh…" Ron looked at her sheepishly as his breathing returned to normal. "Did I get you anything?"

"Yes you did," Monique replied with a smile.

"Oh good," Ron rubbed his head as he stood up. "So… What did I get you?"

"A really nice dress…" Monique smiled. "One of a kind, designer dress. I picked it out myself."

"Ah…" Ron grinned. "Alright then." He hopped off the table lightly and grabbed the warm paper bag next to his computer. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a Naco. Peeling off the wrapper, he attacked it with gusto.

"So what have you been working on?" Monique asked, as she glanced around the workshop.

"Oh, something big…" Ron grinned in between mouthfuls.

"Care to share?" Monique asked.

"You know I don't show my incomplete works to people," Ron replied smugly. "Here, you can help me do something else. Get rid of this." He held out the old arc reactor to Monique.

"What do you want me to do with it?" Monique gawked at the piece of technology in her hands.

"Just get rid of it," Ron replied, as he turned back to his computer.

"It's such a shame, you know," Monique mused. "It did save your life before."

"Yeah, well, it served its purpose," Ron replied nonchalantly.

"Then can I have it?" Monique asked.

"Sure, I guess," Ron replied distractedly as he peered at his computer screen. "Do whatever you want with it."

"Alright then," Monique smiled at the device in her hand. "I think I have an idea for this." She watched her boss work feverishly at his computer, musing deep in thought and occasionally tapping away at the keyboard. "Hey, Ron…" she began. "You know this is the first time I've ever seen you like this."

"Like what?" Ron replied distractedly.

"You've actually shut yourself up your workshop for the past two weeks, working on this big, hush-hush secret project of yours," Monique commented. "You are practically a changed man."

"Really? I haven't noticed," Ron shrugged, as he took another bite out of his Naco.

"Yeah, you don't go out partying anymore," Monique smiled. "No more late nights, no more random one night stands. And you're being so passionate about this project of yours."

"Are you trying to get me to tell you about what I'm working on?" Ron finally turned to Monique, with a grin on his face.

"No," Monique lied. Batting her eyelids coquettishly, she replied, "Maybe… But I'll still like to say that I like these changes in you. So would Kim…"

"Uh huh," Ron just replied. "So what do you think of my intention to shut down my weapons division?"

"It's your company," Monique replied. "I can't say much else."

"No, I really want to hear what you think about it," Ron probed. "I mean, Wade and Drew think I'm crazy, and that I was just affected by my ordeal. But right now, even two weeks after that, I think to myself and I keep asking myself, where did I go wrong?"

"I'm glad that you're thinking of going out of this business," Monique finally said. "Your genius should have been used to help people instead of hurt people. I'm not a big fan of the Second Amendment, and I think these world's problems cannot be solved with guns and violence. In fact, the world would be a better place without guns."

"So…" Ron tentatively hazarded, "Would you object if I said I had a plan to destroy all my weapons out there in the world?"

"I think that would be something great," Monique spoke up. "But how are you going to do that?"

"That…" Ron smiled proudly. "Is what I am working on."

Monique returned his smile as she said, "That is a noble thought. But that's all you're going to let me know, right?"

"You know me so well," Ron said smugly.

Monique glared at her boss a little. He could be just so stubborn. Deciding to change her track, she hazarded, "So have you talked to Kim yet?"

"No." Ron answered.

"You mean you haven't even called Kim yet? Not since you came back from Afghanistan?" Monique started to feel really ticked off by her boss as he has been home for a few days now. "Kim and I had lunch together last Sunday. No wonder she kept asking about you. I'm sick of telling her that you are fine, and that you're very busy with this pet project of yours. Don't you think you should at least say something to Kim?"

"Nah, I've been busy," Ron replied non chalantly. "As you can see…"

"Ron," Monique sighed tiredly at her boss. "I think you've shut yourself up in here for too long. You should get out of here, and get a little air to clear your head. You really need to sort things out between you and Kim."

"Things are fine just the way they are," Ron mumbled.

"So you think," Monique snipped. "You've been brooding too much in here anyway. I know it's good that you have something that you're really passionate about. But don't let it consume you until you ignore your friends."

"I'm not ignoring my friends," Ron replied apprehensively. "I'm just busy."

"Sure…" Monique grumbled. "Anyway, I came by to remind you that there is the third annual benefit at the Walt Disney Concert Hall in a few months. If you're not too busy ignoring the people who cared about you, then maybe you would like to show your face in public that night as well."

"I don't know…" Ron replied. "This is…"

"Ron, listen to yourself," Monique let out a loud sigh to let her boss know how annoyed she was with him. "Do you honestly believe you're that busy that you couldn't step out in a few months?"

"I don't know…" Ron grudgingly admitted. "Will you be there?"

"Of course," Monique rolled her eyes. "I have to go and make excuses as to why my boss isn't showing up even though he sent in his RSVP months ago."

"I did?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I did it for you," Monique explained tersely. "Part of my job duties is to keep your social life in order too. And that also involves parties like these."

"Ah, Monique," Ron kicked back as he looked at his personal assistant bemusedly. "What would I ever do without you?"

"Probably nothing," Monique replied glibly. "So will I see you there?"

"I will make time." ROn asnwered

"You'd better." Monique said in a warning, but distant tone, already thinking about what excuses she had to make as to why her boss seemed to have disappeared from the public's eye. "Byt the way..Yuri will be there." She tells him right as she left leaving Ron speechless as he hasn't heard that name in a very long time.