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"I was about to come back and warn you about this… but it seems I don't have to anymore."
Stark's ashen face twitched slightly.
Forcing out a weak smile—drained of all energy—he looked almost self-deprecating.
His lips parted, as if wanting to say something…
But his face was still numb, rendering him mute.
Who knew what was running through his mind?
Was he mocking himself for ending up in this pathetic state?
Or was he cursing himself for being blind to Obadiah's treachery for over a decade?
Either way—
Lemu grabbed Stark by the back of his belt, effortlessly hoisting him up like a life-sized action figure.
Without a word, he dragged him toward the basement.
Once inside, Lemu pulled out a brand-new Arc Reactor and snapped it into Stark's chest.
As the power source clicked into place, Stark's body slowly began to recover from the paralysis.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright.
"J.A.R.V.I.S—activate Mark III. Now!"
The AI immediately complied.
Stark staggered to his feet, his expression now one of grim determination.
"Pepper is in danger. We need to get to her. Now."
The Mark III armor responded to his command, rapidly transforming and assembling itself around him—
As Tony Stark prepared for battle.
As Stark turned his head, expecting to see Lemu—
The space behind him was empty.
Lemu was already gone.
His voice, however, came through the armor's built-in comms with infuriating nonchalance.
"Tony, I'm heading out first. Obadiah's armor lab is beneath the Large Arc Reactor, Section 16. Catch up when you can."
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As Lemu soared through the night sky, an old memory surfaced—
The last time he returned from Afghanistan, he was chased by U.S. military fighter jets.
If Iron Man and Iron Monger started brawling over the city, it wouldn't be something they could keep under wraps.
The military would absolutely pick up the disturbance.
And if fighter jets got involved mid-battle…
Well.
Losing a few pilots tonight would certainly make things… interesting.
But—
Lemu had no intention of directly clashing with the military while he was still laying low and gathering strength.
Time to preemptively handle this.
"J.A.R.V.I.S, patch me through to Colonel James Rhodes."
Tony Stark's contact list naturally had Rhodey's number.
As for hacking into someone else's system?
Not the first time. Won't be the last.
A few seconds later, the call connected.
"Hello? This is Colonel Rhodes."
His voice was relaxed, the background filled with rhythmic bass beats—a clear sign that the man was enjoying his evening.
Lemu smirked. So the good colonel was having a night out.
"Ah, hello, Colonel. Remember me? It's me Lemu."
From the other end, Rhodey let out a pleasant laugh.
"Oh! Hey, kid! Of course, I remember. I heard you've been staying with Stark. How's life in America treating you?"
Lemu, grinning, leaned into his headset.
"Colonel, now's not the time for small talk."
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"Now's not the time for small talk, Colonel."
"In about ten minutes, Stark Industries' airspace is going to become a battleground.
There will be two—possibly three—powered armors engaged in combat."
"If your guys are planning to send in fighter jets… be prepared for a total squad wipe."
"We take no responsibility for what happens."
"Good luck. Goodbye."
Lemu ended the call immediately.
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Rhodey sat stunned, phone still pressed to his ear.
The beeping dial tone was the only sound he heard.
His half-smile froze, slowly turning into a confused frown.
The glass of wine in his hand?
Suddenly tasteless.
The beautiful woman across from him?
No longer appealing.
She reached out, trailing her fingers along his chest.
"What's wrong, darling?"
Rhodey brushed her hand off without hesitation, standing up.
"Nothing. Got something to take care of."
Without another word, he hurried out the door.
Rhodey's fingers tightened around his phone as a string of curses flew through his mind.
No big deal?!
This is a goddamn catastrophe! Shit!
What the hell had Stark and that damn kid gotten themselves into this time?!
Was getting chased by fighter jets last time not enough for them?!
And what was with that kid's tone?!
Why did he sound so much like Stark?!
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By the time Lemu arrived, Pepper and Coulson were leading five black-suited agents, marching with determined strides, exuding the intimidating presence of a gang headed for a brawl.
As Lemu adjusted his plasma engine output, he hovered to a stop directly in front of Pepper.
The reaction from Coulson and his agents was instantaneous.
Seeing the hulking Ghost Armor suddenly descend upon them, they immediately drew their pistols, snapping into a protective formation around Pepper.
Though a flicker of fear flashed across their faces, not one of them backed down.
They were professionally trained agents, after all—whether from S.H.I.E.L.D. or some other "mysterious organization."
The Ghost Armor's piercing blue eyes scanned over the agents, as if assessing a target before an imminent attack.
The tension hit its peak—
One of the agents flinched, his finger tightening on the trigger out of sheer reflex.
Then—
Lemu's voice rang out through the armor's speakers, crisp and unhurried.
"Relax, fellas. It's me, Coulson."
The contrast between the terrifying armor and the casual voice was jarring.
Coulson's guarded expression immediately crumbled into one of pure shock.
His voice even cracked slightly.
"It's—you?!"
He struggled to process what he was seeing.
How the hell was the delicate, seemingly fragile kid he met before—now standing in a monstrous, sword-bearing combat armor that radiated absolute menace?!
This—this wasn't just unexpected. This was two completely opposite extremes!
Pepper snapped back to reality first.
She hurriedly pressed down on the agents' raised firearms, one by one.
"Don't shoot! It's him! It's Lemu! Don't fire!"
Even an accidental discharge would be bad news.
If an agent got injured, it'd be a problem.
If Lemu got hurt—
She'd be heartbroken.
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The Ghost Armor loomed over the group, cold and unshaken.
"Alright, now's not the time for chit-chat."
"Obadiah is also in a powered suit. He and Tony are about to start fighting—if they haven't already."
"This isn't a fight normal people can be involved in. Take Pepper and get as far away as possible."
Just as his words left his lips—
A thunderous explosion erupted from not far away, followed by the rapid, heavy bursts of machine-gun fire.
Lemu tilted his head slightly, his voice dry and amused.
"Oh. Looks like it's already started. And it sounds… intense."
His plasma thrusters roared to life.
"I'm heading over to help."
"You guys? Get moving. Evacuate the area."
And with that—he blasted toward the battle.
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