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simm36: Monique knows both version, but stay neutral. haven't decied if she should be called out or not.
Gj agent: Yeah, I hate how women actually do that and expect men to just get over it. Figure I do it here, lol. Your reaction is hilarious man!
RonaldM40196867: True, and God I hope not. That live action movie Disney did was horrible. Paramount+ did say they are in the process of making a Danny Phantom live action movie, and tbh I do hope it would be like a PG-13 type of thing and nothing like Disney version.
kashriramji : Uh...how do you think Ron got kidnapped.
paradoxreader: Probably going to have Ron be with Yuri tbh.
Naru321: Yup, but I will have Ron forgive her.
Warning: I do not own the amazing show Kim Possible, Iron Man, or other Marvel references. Fictional events that I make are mine.
An aerial view of the Malibu house was shown, before transitioning to Ron's lab, where a hand passed over a keyboard, causing it to light up with symbols rather than letters. "RUFUS, you up?" Ron questioned as he began typing.
"For you, sir, always." The AI replied.
Ron sat at a desk with two holographic screens on it, a third screen hanging on the wall, not far away. "I'd like to open a new project file, index as Mark II." He explained to his artificial assistant.
"Shall I store this on the Stoppable Industries Central Database?" RUFUS asked while Ron pulled up a holographic diagram of the Mark I armor on both screen, then moved it to the table, which came to life and brought up a hologram of the armor above it.
"Actually, I don't know who to trust right now. Till further notice, why don't we just keep everything on my private server?" Ron suggested.
"Working on a secret project, are we, sir?" The AI questioned, a bit of a smirk noticeable in his voice.
Ron didn't answer, merely making his way over to the hologram, standing before it and gently lifting up the helmet portion. "I don't want this winding up in the wrong hands." He explained.
Ron then removed a part of the torso and tossing it in a holographic bin, making it look smaller and sleeker before he raised up the arms. "Maybe in mine, it can actually do some good." He devised his plan and spun the hologram around rapidly.
Suddenly, the deserts of Afghanistan were shown as a sandstorm blew through the lands, before a man could be seen digging through the sands, full of determination and purpose. Suddenly, he began to uncover scraps of metal.
It is soon revealed that it was a very large group of people looking through the scraps, likely the surviving forces of Ron's captors. A small pick-up truck had already been filled with what the men had recovered. Another man dug through the sand, pulling up a sheet of metal with holes in it that sand began to pour of. Enough sand poured out to reveal that it was the mask from the suit. The man shouted something and Raza turned towards him, wearing goggles, the right side of his face burnt and infected.
He stormed over and took the mask from the man, glaring at it in both fury and fascination.
Ron was now shown at his desk, working on a mechanical boot, most likely for the suit. Beside him, a bot was assisting him calibrate and fuse things in their proper place. "Next. Up." Ron instructed, the bot adjusting to follow Ron's instructions.
However, the robot apparently shifted in the wrong direction, fusing the wrong thing. "Not in the boot, DUM-E. Right here. You got me?" Ron scolded and instructed the robot, which whirred in response, getting in the proper place. "Stay put. Nice." Ron told the bot. However, once again, the bot seemed to have made a mistake, much to Ron's annoyance. "You're of no benefit at all. Move down to the toe. I got this." Ron ordered the robot, which let out a noise of irritation.
"Okay, I'm sorry, am I in your way?" Ron asked sarcastically as he tried to work around the robot while the boot began smoking where DUM-E was fusing. "Up. Screw it. Don't even move." Ron instructed, inspecting the boot, which was apparently not to his liking. "You are a tragedy..." He told the bot, before making the boot open up.
Next, Ron was shown in his garage on a small surface area of tiles covering the floor, the boots on his feet and a camera pointed at him and recording what would happen. "Okay, let's do this right. Start mark, half a meter and back and center." He instructed, stepping into the center of the tiles, then looking back to a familiar robot, now holding a fire extinguisher. "DUM-E, look alive. You're on standby for fire safety." He instructed the bot he'd previously been scolding, before looking to the one holding the camera. "U, roll it." He instructed as the robot recording was briefly shown.
Ron then grabbed a controller attached to a boot in each hand, bending his knees and swaying his hips a bit to prepare himself. "Okay. Activate hand controls. We're gonna start off nice and easy. We're gonna see if 10% thrust capacity achieves lift." He declared.
"And three... Two... One..." He counted down, before activating the boots and sending himself rocketing into the concrete wall behind him, falling to the ground behind his toolbox, letting out a pained grunt upon landing. Attempting to help, DUM-E came to the "rescue" and sprayed Ron with the fire extinguisher.
Ron was then shown at his desk, typing rapidly while sipping some copy. Some time later, he was working at the holographic table, maneuvering it around and creating a form of holographic vambrace that he put his arm though, revealing it to be a perfect fit.
Shortly after, Ron was working on the real thing, Ron closing the metal around his arm. There was a projector on the palm of his hand that was glowing white. He noticed Monique coming, but couldn't move his arm, due to all the metal and wires, so he continued to work. "Up two. All right, set that." He instructed.
Monique then entered the lab, carrying a square package in brown paper, a mug of coffee on top of that. "I've been buzzing you. Did you hear the intercom?" She asked.
"Yeah, everything's... What?" Ron asked, clearly not paying attention and only focusing on his work.
"Wade's upstairs." She informed him.
"Great! Great. I'll be right up." He said, struggling to free the arm casing from the supports it was held in.
Monique looked at the contraption with confusion and worry. "I thought you said you were done making weapons." She said as she walked back up to him.
"It is. This is a flight stabilizer. It's completely harmless." Ron explained, holding his arm out and powering it up.
This resulted in a massive blast of energy that sent Ron, as well as any nearby papers and small objects, flying, Monique turning away and covering her ears as several things around the lab clattered to the floor.
Monique turned back and looked at Ron, clearly not happy one bit about what had just occurred. "I didn't expect that." He quickly told her.
Ron came upstairs, where Wade sat on the couch working on some kind of new device he is always cooking up as a box of Naco's on top of it. "How'd it go?" Ron asked, before noticing exactly what kind of Naco Wade had for him. "It went that bad, huh?" He questioned.
"Just because I brought Naco back from Middleton doesn't mean it went bad." Wade said, not even looking up from the piano.
Ron grabbed a piece and folded it. "Sure doesn't." Ron said.
Wade finally looked up from the device he was working on and turned to face Ron. "Oh, boy. It would have gone better if you were there." He said.
"You told me to lay low. That's what I've been doing. I lay low, and you take care of all..." Ron reminded him.
"Hey, come on. In public. The press. This was a board of directors meeting." Wade explained.
"This was a board of directors meeting?" Ron asked, surprised.
"The board is claiming you have post-traumatic stress. They're filing an injunction." Wade informed him.
"A what?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"They want to lock you out." His friend explained.
"Why, 'cause the stocks dipped 40 points? We knew that was gonna happen." Ron tried to argue.
"Fifty-six and a half." Monique jumped in and corrected.
"It doesn't matter. We own the controlling interest in the company." Ron countered, looking towards his assistant in annoyance.
Wade ran his hand over his hair in exasperation. "Ron, the board has rights, too. They're making the case that you and your new direction isn't in the company's best interest." The tech genius explained.
Ron grew increasingly agitated as Wade continued his explanation, picking up on the condescending tone. "I'm being responsible! That's a new direction for me, for the company." He tried to reason, causing Wade to raise his eyebrows, not believing what he was hearing. "I mean, me on the company's behalf being responsible for the way that..." Ron continued to argue. Even Monique sighed at this. "This is great." He huffed in defeat, grabbing the rest of the Naco's box and heading back to the lab.
"Oh, come on. Ron. Ron." Wade called after the retreating genius.
"I'll be in the shop." Ron called back, not even looking at his friend and continuing down the stairs.
"Hey, hey! Hey, Ron. Listen." Wade called, hurrying after Ron and putting a hand on his back to stop him. "I'm trying to turn this thing around, but you gotta give me something. Something to pitch them." He said, almost sounding like he was pleading as Ron looked annoyed. He then looked to Ron's chest, tapping on the arc reactor. "Let me have the engineers analyze that. You know, draw up some specs." He offered.
"No. No, absolutely not." Ron refused.
"It'll give me a bone to throw the boys in Middleton!" Wade continued to urge his partner.
"This one stays with me. That's it, Wade. Forget it." Ron insisted
"All right, well, this stays with me, then." Wade said, taking the naco box back. He then turned it and opened it for Ron to take some pieces, though. "Go on, here, you can have a piece. Take two." He offered.
"Thank you." Ron said, taking a couple of slices.
"You mind if I come down there and see what you're doing?" Wade asked.
"Good night, Wade." Ron called back.
Ron was then in his garage, his assortment of beautiful, fancy, expensive cars shining behind him.
"Day 11, test 37, configuration 2.0." Ron cited for the sake of data.
"For lack of a better option, DUM-E is still on fire safety." Ron explained, then turned and pointed at the droid with a glare. "If you douse me again and I'm not on fire, I'm donating you to a city college." He warned his creation, which whirred in response.
"All right, nice and easy. Seriously, just gonna start off with 1% thrust capacity." Ron declared, bending his knees slightly and aiming his palms at the floor. "And three, two, one." Ron announced and the hands and feet fired, emitting white flames and sending Ron a couple of feet into the air, hovering steadily, although Ron struggled to stay in place and the gloves were sparking. Still, it was working and the genius was grinning like a lunatic.
"Okay." Ron said, pleased with himself and landing for a minute. DUM-E had been following its creator with the fire extinguisher, which began to annoy the inventor. "Please don't follow me around with it, either, 'cause I feel like I'm gonna catch on fire spontaneously." He told the bot. However, it simply continued to follow him. "Just stand down! If something happens, then come in." Ron scolded, causing the bot to whir sadly and look away.
"And again, let's bring it up to 2.5. Three, two, one." Ron declared and activated the thrusters again. With a louder burst of sound and bigger flames, he once again raised into the air and would now be floating just above his own head on the ground. However, he was once again having trouble controlling his path of flight, starting to drift towards a corner. "Okay, this is where I don't want to be!" Ron cried out, trying to steer the way he wanted, but failed to do so and started to fly over a white Ferrari. "Not the car, not the car!" Ron cried out.
Ron then flew over the table with his tools and documents on them. "Table!" He cried out. He then laughed nervously. "Could be worse! Could be worse! We're fine! Okay." He assured himself, getting back to the center of the room. He then cut out the power and dropped a few feet to the ground. "No!" He cried out as he dropped, but successfully stuck the landing and recovered, quite pleased with himself. He then noticed DUM-E once again aiming the fire extinguisher at him, quickly stammering at the bot to get it to stand down. "Yeah, I can fly." He declared.
Next, a machine was shown riveting the arm of a suit of armor together. Then, an arm, covered in this same armor, reached for a familiar-looking mask, bringing it to the wearer's face. "RUFUS, are you there?" Ron asked.
At your service, sir." The AI responded as a blue light began to glow, Ron's face being illuminated as the view backed out from a close-up of his eyes.
"Engage Heads Up Display." Ron instructed.
"Check." RUFUS confirmed as several holographic circles and other pieces of data and information appeared in front of his face.
"Import all preferences from home interface." He told his artificial companion.
"Will do, sir." The AI agreed.
Ron observed his surroundings and all the information the holograms were giving him, apparently satisfied with what he had. "All right, what do you say?" He asked.
"I have indeed been uploaded, sir. We're online and ready." RUFUS explained.
"Can we start the virtual walk-around?" Ron asked.
"Importing preferences and calibrating virtual environments." The artificial butler acknowledged as a hologram of the suit panned from the right side of the display to the left.
"Do a check on control surfaces." Ron told him.
"As you wish." The bot confirmed. Then, a full pan around and up revealed the suit assembling itself around Ron and putting all its flaps and moving parts in their proper position, finally revealing the new and improved Iron Man in all his glory.
"Test complete. Preparing to power down and begin diagnostics." The AI informed its creator.
Ron, however, seemed to have a different plan in mind. "Uh... Yeah. Tell you what. Do a weather and ATC check. Start listening in on ground control." Ron instructed.
"Sir, there are still terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is..." RUFUS began worriedly.
"RUFUS!" Ron interrupted sharply, before continuing. "Sometimes you got to run before you can walk." He declared, getting into position.
"Ready? In three, two, one." Ron counted down. When he finished, the stabilizers came alive, this time with no issue and no sparks, giving off a light hum. Ron then leaned forward and rocketed toward the exit and up the ramp used for the cars to exit the garage. The billionaire cheered and cried out in joy as he flew all throughout the night sky, even zooming around above the city, his face lit up in pleasure. "BBBBOOOOOOOOYYYYYYAAAAAHHH!"
"Handles like a dream." Ron said, mostly to himself as he rocketed above the city, all the lights. Then, Ron's mask looked to the distance and honed in on a Ferris Wheel. The holograms then enhanced the visual, allowing Ron to see a small boy and girl on the ride, happily eating their ice cream. The boy apparently noticed Ron, however, shocked by the sight and no longer paying attention to his treat, licking the scoop of ice cream off the cone.
Ron then began heading skyward. "All right, let's see what this thing can do. What's SR-71's record?" He asked as he continued his ascent.
"The altitude record for fixed wing flight is 85,000 feet, sir." RUFUS informed his creator.
"Records are made to be broken! Come on!" Ron declared as he rocketed further towards the atmosphere.
Ron powered through the dark knight sky, but the blasters began to crackle and spark under the pressure they were under. "Sir, there is a potentially fatal buildup of ice occurring." The AI urgently warned the genius.
"Keep going! Higher!" Ron declared, although started to sound strained as a new crackling could be heard... that being the ice that was slowly beginning to encompass the suit.
Finally, the boot jets cut out and the light left the eyes of the suit as a thick layer of frost could now be seen over the armor. Ron then stopped in mid-air, hanging for the briefest moment as he flailed to maintain balance and control, before starting to plummet to the ground below with a scream. "We iced up, RUFUS! Deploy flaps!" Ron ordered, but received no answer. "RUFUS?!" He cried out in concern.
Ron continued to careen towards the ground, the ice breaking and peeling off from the wind pressure of the descent, but not nearly fast enough for Ron to be able to recover and stop his fall. "Come on, we got to break the ice!" He cried out, even though only he could hear himself now. The lights of the city could now be seen as Ron continued to fall, meaning he was getting dangerously close to the ground.
Struggling against the ice, he slowly moved his arm towards his upper thigh, where a small circular switch was located. He turned the switch, which manually activated the flaps and broke off a massive piece of ice on his back. This was apparently enough to bring the power back on, the lights flashing back on in the eyes of the suit and the repulsors coming back online, allowing Ron to rocket up just before smashing into the streets, narrowly avoiding a collision with a car, to which he laughed in triumph.
Ron then flew calmer and more controlled from that point, leaving the city behind and flying back to his cliff-side home, hovering in the air a few feet above the roof. "Kill power." He instructed, the jets cutting out and allowing him to drop down onto the roof. Unfortunately, the roof was not able to take the weight of the suit and Ron immediately fell through into the room below, crashing into and through the piano, as well as the floor beneath it, plummeting into the garage and landing on beautiful blue Mercedes and crushing the poor, unfortunate sports car, causing the alarms to go off on the rest of the cars.
Ron then groaned in pain as DUM-E, who had been left in the garage, still equipped with the fire extinguisher, turned towards the carnage and blasted Ron once again with the fire extinguisher, causing the billionaire to let out a frustrated sigh and lay his head back, clearly done with everything.
Hey guys! Glad you all enjoy this chapter as it will get better in the next one. I can confirm that Ron will be with Yuri as I always like the pairing. And Ron will forgive Kim in the end of this story I can tell you all that. It'll be explain later in the chapter but we are almost halfway through the story, so please stay tuned. Please follow/favorite this story as well as leaving a review. UltraPhantom, out! PEACE!