Xcalibur Xc

[Ironman] Ch: 77 [Red Vial]

[Location: Ocean – Approx. 1,200 ft Below Surface]

The sea pressed in from all sides... cold, black, crushing.

A stealth-class Submarine glided silently through the darkness. Its alloy skin deflected sonar. Its systems ran dark. Inside, General Thaddeus Ross stood in the command capsule, flanked by his inner circle. Data crates and biohazard canisters were being sealed inside a vibration-dampened vault.

00:11:38 until crossing into international waters.

Ross gripped a reinforced rail, eyes scanning live feeds. Blood crusted on his collar. His expression: unreadable. The final stage was in motion.

“Power readings steady. Jammers intact. We're clean,” muttered the navigator.

Ross responded only with a nod and tapped in a private command:

[Activate Anti-Tamper Protocol – Rear Hull]

[Subpressure Reinforcement: Engaged]

[Neural Enforcer – Online]

[Outside – Widow Approach]

Yelena drifted in the dark like a ghost.

Her Sub-Armor Mode was form-fitting, pressure-rated beyond 1,500 ft, its nanite mesh adjusting with every shift in current. Jet-black, hydrodynamic, and frictionless. Around her wrists, vortex micro-thrusters pulsed with soft blue glow.

Her HUD lit up, mapping thermal residue from the sub’s quiet reactor.

[Target: Class-FCV6 Submarine] [Depth: 1,234 ft]
[Hacking impossible: Analog independent system]
[Hull Rating: Grade-12 Composite – No Physical Breach Permitted]
[Recommend: Micro-Worm Port Entry via Secondary Intake Node]

She smirked. “Always the ducts.”

Yelena didn’t breach the hull, not directly.

She latched onto the exterior near a maintenance-grade intake node: a narrow shaft used to cycle filtered water for cooling systems. Normally sealed, but not armored like the pressure hull.

The nanites on her right hand shifted, forming a spiderlike device. She released a nano-filament infiltrator. It crawled into the intake shaft and deployed a localized pressure nullifier: a Stark-engineered field that simulated interior pressure just long enough to punch through without destabilizing the vessel.

The device hissed.

Pressure equalized.

A momentary window.

Yelena followed, sliding through the shaft feet-first like a bullet. The field sealed behind her, maintaining hull integrity. No alarms triggered. No pressure differential to alert the sub.

Inside the ship, the ambient lights glowed red.

She was in.

[Interior – Submarine Corridor]

Yelena emerged into a vent access maintenance deck, just above the engine bay.

She moved fast. Silent. Focused.

Two guards near the junction, standard patrol.

Two shots from a wrist-mounted silencer. Necks snapped forward. Bodies fell quietly.

Her HUD pinged a warning.

[Combat-Class Lifeform Approaching – Sector B3]

She didn’t have time to hide.

She shifted her stance, drew twin shock blades. Right now, she has no reason to hide and fight. Why would she when she had so many weapons to test on those motherfuckers?

The Combat Enforcer entered. He was massive, genetically enhanced, armor-covered. No insignia. No voice.

A relic of Ross’s private army.

The freak lunged. He was fast despite his bulk. She dodged, barely, spinning beneath its swipe and slashing upward across its side. Sparks flew. No blood. Just flesh bound to Kevlar-threaded plating.

"Would you look at that? Cute."

He grabbed her arm. She rotated with the motion, wrapping around his torso mid-spin, planting a fusion knife at the base of his skull.

He roared... but not in pain. It was instinct.

He charged backward, slamming her into the wall.

Yelena gasped, teeth gritted, then yanked the knife out and jammed an EMP disc into the joint of his spine.

BZZZZZRT.
He collapsed, twitching... nervous system disrupted.

"So much for a freaking giant," Yelena stomped his head, splattering brains and blood all over the floor.

...

The corridor walls were smeared with streaks of blood and oil. Bodies of Ross's elite guards littered the floor in twisted piles, some burnt, some slashed open, some crumpled like broken dolls. Sparks dripped from overhead wiring where energy blasts had overloaded circuits.

Yelena moved like a force of nature.
Unstoppable. Unapologetic.

Her suit shifted modes seamlessly. One room, she used sonic-dart rounds that liquefied eardrums. The next, she flicked her wrists, deploying monofilament threads that sliced through armor and flesh alike. The suit’s kinetic redirection system absorbed gunfire and sent it back in calibrated bursts that turned reinforced blast doors into shrapnel.

She passed two more guards at a choke point.

One raised his rifle...

THK-THK.

Silenced shots. Both dropped, clean through the eyes.

No hesitation. No mercy.

Yelena chuckled under her breath as a flamethrower unit popped out of her gauntlet and turned a squad of waiting ambushers into walking bonfires.

“Tony really outdid himself. Luckily, this sub is too well-made. Everything is reinforced. Wonder if I should just snag it for us?”

She activated Stingray Mode... anti-grav boots reversed polarity, slamming her to the ceiling. A Widow-angled shotgun unfolded from her shoulder module. She shot downward while sprinting along the overhead steel, raining death as armored soldiers scrambled and screamed.

[Main Deck – Just Ahead]

She paused at the reinforced bulkhead.

Two heavy turrets rotated toward her. Automated targeting.

“Awww. He got me toys.”

She didn’t move.

Instead, she threw a fist-sized drone forward. It bounced once, then expanded mid-air into a reflective mirror.

The turrets fired.

The mirror snapped up to full height, a 180-degree concave shield.

The bullets ricocheted... directly into the turrets themselves.

BOOM. BOOM.

Turrets down. Smoke. Silence.

"Ha! Fuck yeah!"

Yelena stepped through like death incarnate.

[Command room]

Ross sat at the helm, still calm. His guards were gone. His crew: either dead or unconscious. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the sub’s engine... and the slow tap of Ross’s finger on a vial of red serum.

The steel doors slammed open with a hiss and a crunch of warped metal.

Smoke trailed behind Yelena as she stepped into the command room like a war god in Widow skin... shoulders squared, blood-splattered all over her suit. 

She spotted Ross immediately.

The man sat like a statue. Unflinching. Still tapping one finger against the red vial on the table beside him.

No guards.

No panic.

Just that smug, calculating calm of a man too proud to beg and too dangerous to leave breathing.

Yelena cocked her head, eyes unreadable behind the shimmer of her HUD.

“General Thaddeus Ross,” she said evenly, voice echoing in the silent room. “You have two options.”

Ross didn’t look up. “Do tell.”

She stepped closer. Her tone didn’t change.

“One... you stand up, walk over here like a nice little war criminal, and come quietly. Option two... I break every bone in your body and drag you back through what’s left of your submarine by your spine.”

Ross finally looked up. His eyes didn’t flinch. No fear. Just that old, burned-in arrogance.

“You don’t work for SHIELD,” he said. “Your gear’s custom. Your moves aren’t federal. And your kills weren’t military clean... You are a professional killer."

Yelena said nothing. She didn’t need to.

Ross leaned back. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? The Shadow Legion. Who are you people to get in my way?"

Yelena kept her weapons ready. “Uumm... Just some sane people trying to take down a lunatic.”

Ross’s gaze flicked to the red serum again. “You think this is justice? Marching in here, spouting threats, acting like you’re better than me?”

“I don’t think I’m better than you,” Yelena replied. “I know I am. And that’s not ego talking... It’s just math. I’ve killed worse men than you before breakfast.”

Yelena was already scanning the vial in Ross's hand. 

Ross scoffed. “You’re just a kid in a shiny suit. Everything I did... every damned decision... was for the security of this nation. I kept threats off your doorstep before you even knew how to hold a gun.”

He stood slowly now, backing away from the console.

“Men like me don’t get thank-yous. We get blood on our hands so soft little civilians like you can play dress-up and pretend you’re saving the world.”

Yelena didn’t move. “You tortured prisoners. You turned orphans into monsters. You built weapons out of children.”

“For the greater good,” Ross snapped.

“You’re not a patriot,” Yelena said coldly. “You’re just a fucking insecure monster who got scared the world wouldn’t need you anymore. So you made yourself necessary with blood.”

Ross’s smile was faint. Tight. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

He picked up the red vial, held it between two fingers.

[Scan completed: Adrenaline serum]

'What the fuck?! Just adrenaline serum? Something smells fishy...' Yelena thought.

“I am a monster. But I’m one you can’t win against.”

And before she could react, he shoved the vial into his mouth.

CRACK.

The glass shattered between his molars. He swallowed the contents in one motion. The red fluid ran down his chin like blood.

Yelena moved instantly. 'Fuck! I got a bad feeling about this.'

[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 103 [Bruce vs Darkseid]

[Inside Time Loop]

A place of void-black skies and fractured, burning stone. Planets hung in the distance like dying embers. A twisted throne of obsidian floated atop a molten chasm, suspended in the cold silence of this eternal limbo.

And within it…

Darkseid screamed.

Not in pain.

Not in fear.

But in utter, cosmic fury.

His omega beams carved through the empty space, boiling matter, destroying planets that reformed again moments later. Every crack of his voice shattered gravity, every stomp bent dimensions. His fists tore through the fabric of time itself…

And still…

Stephen Strange stood before him.

Smiling.

Always smiling.

"No matter how many times you destroy me..." Strange dusted off his crimson cloak for the thousandth time, "...you’ll never leave. Not until the loop breaks."

BOOM!

Darkseid’s punch obliterated Strange again, reducing him to atomic dust.

And then...

"Back so soon?" Strange asked, standing whole once again, brushing off a bit of metaphysical ash from his shoulder. "Thought you'd at least monologue this time."

"ENOUGH!" Darkseid's voice boomed like a collapsing star. "YOU THINK TIME IS STRONGER THAN DARKSEID? I AM THE END OF ALL THINGS!"

"And yet," Strange smiled coolly, "time is making you repeat yourself."

Darkseid’s fists clenched. Omega energy roared from his eyes, scorching the skies, unraveling stars. He had killed Strange a million times. In a thousand different ways. Had consumed, crushed, erased.

But the loop remained.

A curse of his own making.

This prison wasn’t formed from chains.

It was built from his own arrogance.

A trap forged when he underestimated Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme, thinking Strange a minor nuisance.

And now, for an unknowable stretch of time, he had been reliving the same sequence.

Strange appears.

Taunts.

Dies.

Returns.

Again.

And again.

And again.

At first, Darkseid remained composed, calculating. But soon his fury overtook reason. And then his pride began to crack.

The worst part?

He began to forget how long it had been.

Centuries?

Eons?

There was no clock in this prison.

Only eternity.

Only Strange.

“How long will you keep this up?” Darkseid finally asked, not out of submission… but suspicion.

Strange’s expression changed. Just a little. Like the smile had cracks beneath it. “Not my call anymore.”

Darkseid’s glowing red eyes narrowed. “Then who holds the key?”

Strange tilted his head. “The one who remembers.”

“What does that mean?”

Strange chuckled, stepping backward, hands behind his back. “You’ll see.”

And then, like always...

BOOM!

Dr. Stephen Strange disintegrated once again in a flash of pure Omega annihilation, his cloak fluttering to the void like a torn crimson leaf.

The loop reset.

The stars reformed.

The throne of obsidian burned.

The molten chasm yawned open again beneath the broken crust of this reality-forged prison.

Darkseid’s fist was already raised, omega beams charging at his eyes...

“Strange,” he growled, voice raw with loathing. “I will erase your soul this time.”

But as the beam surged forward...

...it stopped.

It was as if his Omega Beam was frozen in time. Darkseid blinked. Something was wrong. The figure before him was not Stephen Strange. No crimson cloak. No smug smile.

Instead…

A man stood there.

Tall. Silent. Surrounded by a calm, golden aura that bent space itself. His armor was unlike anything Darkseid had ever seen. 

Darkseid’s eyes narrowed.

“…You.”

Bruce opened his eyes.

The Omega Beam trembled mid-air, stuttering like a broken thought. It twisted… then cracked apart, shattering into harmless energy as it dispersed across the void.

Darkseid stared.

Bruce stood where Strange had once been. Not smiling. Not mocking. Just... present. Calm. Grounded. He was in full control of his power.

Ten glowing rings circled his hands, each pulsing with a different cosmic force. His armor gleamed with woven Radion filaments, black-red veins pulsing beneath the surface like divine circuitry. The Living Tribunal’s seal hovered behind him, a golden ouroboros wreathed in flame.

"Impossible!" Darkseid growled, stepping down from his throne. "You... I remember you."

Bruce's voice was low, controlled.

"Look at you... So weak and pathetic. You are supposed to be Darkseid Prime? Ha! What a joke."

The Tenfold Armor pulsed once, and the entire plane shook. Cracks ran across the throne. The molten chasm surged as if the realm itself feared what had entered it.

Darkseid flared his aura, trying to reassert dominance. "You are nothing here. This domain will soon belong to me. Time, reality..."

"...are broken," Bruce cut in, stepping forward. Each stride left behind a print of golden light on the burning stone. "And you made the mistake of thinking you could master it. I mean, look at you. A mere mortal made a mockery out of you, and yet here you are, still barking."

Darkseid unleashed a roar of rage and leapt...

BOOOOOOOM!

...only to be met mid-air by the Impact Gauntlets, forged with the Influence Ring's power. Bruce's punch landed squarely into Darkseid’s chest. A ripple of golden energy surged through the god’s armor, detonating like a focused earthquake.

Darkseid was launched, crashing through his own throne, stone exploding like glass.

Bruce didn’t stop.

He teleported. Lightning Ring: Blink. And reappeared above him mid-fall.

DISINTEGRATION LANCE: Spectral Protocol

Bruce thrust down a glowing spear of pure erasure. The moment it touched Darkseid’s chest, a slice of his divine armor ceased to exist, evaporating into nothing.

Darkseid roared in shock... pain. Real pain.

"You dare?"

Radion Core Nuke: Armed

Bruce tossed a black sphere over Darkseid’s shoulder.

"Catch."

CLINK.

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!

A miniature supernova ignited behind Darkseid. It detonated in silence... compressed power, concentrated Radion ripping through his omega aura like razors through silk.

Darkseid stumbled.

He hadn't stumbled in a thousand millennia.

Bruce reappeared behind him.

ICE STRIKE: Zero Protocol

One palm struck Darkseid’s back.

A mist formed instantly.

His god-flesh began to freeze from the inside out, and his movements slowed; the kinetic energy drained from his body.

Darkseid howled.

He spun, lashing out with a hard punch.

But Bruce vanished again.

REMATERIALIZATION: Nightbringer Phase Cloak

From the shadows, Bruce launched a series of small, hovering orbs around Darkseid.

Radion Shard Grenades: Deployed

Each one detonated in sequence... chik-chik-CHIK!... embedding microscopic Radion splinters directly into his divine neural network.

Darkseid staggered.

His omega beam lashed out, but it was unstable. His aim faltered.

"You brought war to every reality," Bruce said as he landed before him. "You enslaved souls. Crushed timelines. Killed futures before they were born." He stepped forward again. "And I’m the last fucking mistake you'll ever make."

Darkseid charged. Fists wreathed in collapsing suns.

BOOM.

Bruce blocked with the Judgment Hammer, the head of the maul absorbing the kinetic force, then reversing it, sending Darkseid tumbling through the sky.

In the air, Bruce opened his palm.

PLASMA SURGE: Incandescence Protocol

A beam of Radion-charged flame roared from his gauntlet, engulfing Darkseid mid-flight.

SCREAM.

It wasn’t rage.

It was suffering.

Bruce didn't relent.

Stasis Field Activated.

Darkseid froze in midair, suspended by Singularity Vines. His omega energy tried to crack the field, but the vines coiled tighter.

Bruce drew the Radion-Saber.

He flashed forward.

One slash across the chest...

One across the back...

One down the side of Darkseid’s neck.

Each cut burned with the Final Metal.

Each wound refused to heal.

"You once said," Bruce growled, his voice now edged with fury, "that you are the end of all things."

He powered the Final Judgment Hammer, runes glowing gold and red.

"But I don’t see a god."

He raised it high.

"I see a tyrant who finally got outplayed."

CRACKKKK!!!

He brought the hammer down...

ONCE.

TWICE.

A THIRD TIME.

The entire prison dimension ruptured at the seams. Bursts of divine energy swept over the plane.

Reality screamed.

Darkseid hit the ground, bleeding, not just ichor, but divine essence. His eyes flickered. The Omega Effect stuttered.

Bruce stood over him.

Chest rising.

Power crackling.

"You’re not escaping," Bruce said. "I'm gonna kill you, right here, right now."

"Hahaha..."

Darkseid began to laugh.

Slow at first.

"HAHAHAHAHA! INTERESTING!"

Then louder.

Until the sound echoed like a collapsing galaxy.

"Impressive," he rumbled, his voice laced with both amusement and menace. "To injure me thus in such a short span... Had I been merely an avatar, you might have triumphed."​

He rose, his form towering, eyes burning with renewed fury. "But I am the Prime. The true essence of Darkseid."​

Suddenly, the very fabric of reality trembled. Darkseid unleashed his full power, manipulating gravity to such extremes that time itself began to warp and twist. The temporal distortions clashed violently with Doctor Strange's time loop, creating a maelstrom of conflicting chronal energies.​

Yet, despite his unleashed might, Darkseid's wounds did not heal. The Radion-infused attacks had poisoned him, their effects irreversible and beyond even his godly ability to mend. Radion, a lethal substance to New Gods, had seeped into his very being, ensuring that his injuries remained and his strength waned.

Bruce stood firm amidst the chaos, his armor gleaming with cosmic energy. With a flick of his fingers, countless portals opened around Darkseid, each one a gateway to a Radion nuke, multiplied through Bruce's mastery over reality itself.

Darkseid's laughter vanished.

"Eat shit. Darkseid," Bruce unleashed the nukes.

[Ironman] Ch: 76 [Project Goblin: Unleashed]

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Alarms wailed.

Gunfire echoed through the corridors as federal tactical forces breached the outer layers of the facility. Screams and chaos followed in their wake. Smoke. Blood. The stench of gunpowder and desperation.

General Thaddeus Ross paced like a caged animal, his lips curled into a sneer, eyes burning with rage.

“Alpha team is down. Echo’s flanked. We’re bleeding, sir!”

Ross ignored the comms chatter. He turned to the reinforced steel vault at the back of the room, protected by biometric scanners and six-inch titanium locks.

[PROJECT GOBLIN – AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY]

He yanked the keycard from around his neck, slammed it into the reader, and shoved his thumb against the scanner. The machine whirred. Clicked. Then hissed as steam vented from the seals.

“Sir, what the hell are you doing?” barked a colonel at his side. “That wing is sealed for a reason. You can't let them out. Our men are still out there.”

Ross pulled his pistol and shot the man in the head.

“No one questions me,” he growled.

The heavy door slid open.

A wave of cold air swept over the area, and with it, the scent of rot. Chemicals. Death.

[Inside: Subterranean Vault | PROJECT GOBLIN]

Rows of containment pods lined the chamber. Frosted glass. Tubes and wires. Each pod held a human-shaped figure, malformed, twisted, barely alive.

They were the G-Serum rejects. The failures Ross had never discarded. Mutated, rabid, kept sedated and contained in the deepest level of the base. Broken things made from broken science.

Some had extra limbs. Others had exposed bone, unformed jaws, or eyes that glowed the wrong color. Their minds were gone, but their strength? Off the charts. Ross planted explosives inside their brain, so if they fall, they will explode and take down the enemies with them.

Ross pulled the emergency override lever.

A klaxon blared.

[PROJECT GOBLIN – CONTAINMENT OVERRIDE: INITIATED]

Pods hissed. Liquid drained. Locks disengaged.

“What the hell are you doing!?” someone shouted over Ross’ earpiece.

Ross answered calmly, like a man lighting his own house on fire to spite his enemy. “I’m leveling the field.”

The first pod opened.

A low growl echoed.

Then another.

Then another.

Snarling. Twisting. The sound of claws scraping metal and bone cracking into new shapes.

Dozens of creatures began to move. Some limped. Others leapt immediately to the walls.

The hallway lights flickered.

Then failed.

Darkness swallowed the interior of the base until glowing eyes began to appear in the black.

Low, wet snarls echoed down the corridors. Then came the screeches. Mutated throats tearing through the silence like banshees.

The creatures of Project Goblin were awake.

And hungry.

They poured out of the vault, malformed limbs carrying them across walls, ceilings, and floors with horrifying speed. Flesh sloughed from parts of their bodies where regeneration had failed. Muscles twitched violently beneath transparent skin. Teeth jutted from jaws at impossible angles. Bones cracked audibly as their bodies re-adapted to motion after years in suspension.

The first soldier they reached didn’t even have time to scream. A claw punched through his chest like wet paper. Blood exploded from his mouth as the creature tore his body in half, each chunk flung into opposite walls.

One of the beasts pounced onto a group of federal agents, its body a blur of motion. It grabbed two men by the heads and smashed them together like coconuts. Skulls shattered. Red mist sprayed across the corridor.

Another creature, hunched and oozing black bile from its back, dragged itself forward on arms twice as long as its torso. It lunged at a squad, and its spine extended mid-air, stabbing through three men in a single motion like a fleshy harpoon. Their screams were short, their bodies convulsing as the creature jerked its spine back, pulling them into a bloody pile.

Panicked gunfire erupted. Muzzle flashes lit the darkness. But bullets barely slowed the monsters. One soldier unloaded an entire magazine into the chest of a snarling goblin. The thing didn’t stop... it only screamed louder, then grabbed the man by his jaw and ripped it clean from his face.

Blood sprayed the walls. Boots slipped in the gore. Radio comms filled with terrified screams and static.

“Fall back! FALL BACK!”

A soldier rounded the corner too late. A beast the size of a bear slammed him into the wall, again and again, until the only thing left was red pulp and shattered armor. The thing sniffed at the ruin, then let out a low, pleased growl.

In the mess hall, survivors tried to regroup, barricading the entrance.

It didn’t matter.

One of the goblins hurled itself through the reinforced window, body twisting mid-air, claws outstretched. It landed in the center of the group and erupted in an explosion of claws and teeth. Flesh hit the floor in chunks. Organs spilled like burst fruit. A soldier tried to crawl away with no legs. The creature dragged him back, chewing through his midsection like a feral dog.

Elsewhere, a camera feed caught a goblin skittering upside-down along the ceiling, then dropping silently into a communications room. The operators inside didn’t notice until it was too late. Blood painted the monitors. One man’s scream was cut off as his entire upper half vanished into the monster’s maw.

Ross moved through the lower passageways as the slaughter spread. His boots echoed against the metal floor, the wails behind him growing louder. He didn’t flinch.

Behind him were four of his remaining loyalists and special operatives in full combat armor. They dragged encrypted drives and portable black boxes filled with damning intel, ensuring that if Ross escaped, the truth never would.

He reached the secret hatch, a blast door hidden behind an old generator housing. One of the men keyed in the access code. The door hissed open.

Ross turned one last time to listen to the chaos he'd unleashed.

Screams. Roars. Gunfire turning to wet gurgles.

He smiled.

"They wanted monsters," he said. "Now they get them."

He stepped into the dark tunnel beyond. The hatch sealed behind him.

And back in the base, the final screams were fading, replaced only by the sound of flesh tearing, bones snapping, and the relentless growls of horrors that were never meant to see the light again.

[A few minutes later...]

The skies churned with smoke and flame as Tony hovered in midair. Beside him were Yelena and six Widows. The HUD in his helmet flickered with red alerts—casualty markers, bio-sign scans, hostile signatures. Below, the black site was a massacre.

Bodies were strewn like broken puppets. Blood slicked the walkways. Some creatures still tore through the remains, screeching, their bodies slick with gore. The air stank of iron and charred flesh.

Tony's eyes narrowed as the scanner pinged targets.

50 hostiles. Genetically unstable. Enhanced durability. Neural detonators embedded. 30 friendly tactical assets. Condition: critical. One confirmed escape: Ross. Submarine class-V6 breaching east tunnel.

“Shit,” he muttered.

He opened the comm line. “Yelena, Ross is running like the coward he is. He just left in a stealth sub through the east tunnel. Intercept him. Now.”

“Copy that,” Yelena’s voice snapped back. “I’ll gut that bastard.”

Her armor adjusted in-flight, boosters flaring as she peeled off toward the cliffs where Ross’s sub tunnel emerged. A faint sonic boom followed her.

"No. We need that bastard alive," Tony continued to scan the area.

"Tsk. Fine," Yelena replied.

Tony turned to the rest of his team.

Six Widows hovered beside him in perfect formation, their stealth-class nanite armor rippling with light distortions and bristling with advanced weapon modules.

He pointed down.

“There are thirty survivors. Fifty targets. And these freaks got bombs in their head. One headshot too hard and they’ll take everyone around them with it.”

He adjusted his visor.

He adjusted his visor, recalibrating the kinetic thresholds for controlled engagements.

“Two of you stay in the sky. The rest follow me. We'll fling them up in the air, and No. 1 and 2 will blast them with full power. Simple, right? Let's go," He dropped from the sky like a meteor.

The Widows followed.

Tony hit the ground with a bang, repulsors flaring to cushion the impact. The concrete cratered beneath his boots. All around, the mutated goblins shrieked, drawn by the noise, their malformed limbs twitching in anticipation.

"Tactical forces... Fall back. Leave these monsters to us," Tony's voice boomed.

The soldiers had no choice but to fall back because they knew their limits and saw what those monsters could do. Their weapons have no effect on those monsters' bodies. And considering their situation, they decided to do as told just to survive.

"Fall back. Team: F." The leader yelled.

“Target acquisition,” Hermes activated the auto target mode.

Fifty red markers lit up.

“Light 'em up,” Tony growled.

The Widows dropped in behind him like ghosts with guns. As the creatures rushed, Tony fired a wide-beam repulsor blast at the ground in front of them... pure kinetic force lifted four goblins straight into the air. Then he fired multiple repuslor beams to push them further into the sky.

“Now!”

Two Widows targeted the airborne abominations with guided micro-missiles. The explosions lit the sky in bursts of orange and green flame. Goblin bodies disintegrated midair, raining burnt meat and bone fragments.

Another pack charged. A Widow in red pivoted, tossing a pulse grenade that stuck to one goblin’s chest. The blast launched it skyward, where Tony met it with a double repulsor blast, shredding its midsection.

Another Widow activated her anti-grav boots, skating across the blood-slick ground. She slid beneath a lunging goblin, stabbed a plasma blade into its stomach, and kicked it up toward her teammate, who finished it with a high-yield explosive dart straight to the head. Boom. Gone.

Tony’s systems locked onto another cluster. Eight of them, forming a semi-circle around trapped survivors.

“Clear the field,” he ordered.

Three Widows flew toward them. Their suits shifted to Brawler mode. Their gauntlets turned bright red, and the suits' defense increased five times, and their speed increased by two times. In the blink of an eye, they punched those monsters into the sky. 

“Mid-air... engage!”

Tony and the other three took to the air. Missiles streamed from their gauntlets. Each strike was surgical: blast-to-dismember, detonation timed just before impact to avoid triggering the neural bombs. The monsters burst like overripe fruit.

Another creature tried to charge the wounded soldiers behind Tony. He didn’t hesitate. He fired a high-density sonic pulse. The goblin collapsed, ears and eyes bleeding, twitching violently. A Widow flew toward it with a glowing plasma sword and severed its head before kicking it into the air as Tony blasted it with his repulsor blast.

Lift, blast, repeat. Toss them up. Blow them apart.

One Widow caught a creature mid-air with a grappling tether, spun it like a flail, and slammed it into three others before detonating a thermite charge on its corpse.

Within two minutes, all the monsters died.

Tony looked around. Even though he saved the remnant of the tactical force, there were so many who didn't survive. Many injured and well... Too much blood and gory. 

'Tsk. That lunatic. To think he has a horde of monsters like this. There was no information about this in the system or his personal files. Probably analog storage or files. Limitation of technology, huh?' 

Tony activated his bio-nanites...

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[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 102 [For the World They’ll Inherit]

The stillness after the Tribunal's question was heavy, almost sacred.

Bruce floated alone within the infinite storm of timelines, his astral form glowing softly, layered with the colors and energies of the Ten Rings and his infinity energy.

Three faces of the Living Tribunal watched him.

Their voice echoed again, but softer now, almost human.

"Why stand alone… when no one will remember you?"

Bruce's fists clenched slightly. Not in anger. In memory.

"I… don't remember much," he said quietly. "About the real me. About Jack Lance."

His voice, for once, wasn't armored in certainty. It wavered at the edges... just a little.

"It's blurry. Like a dream I keep trying to wake up from. Bits and pieces… scattered. A streetlight here. Rain. A laugh. A scream. But nothing that makes sense. Nothing I can hold onto."

His gaze drifted downward, not that there was a floor here, only layers of possibility and memory folded into light, but still, his eyes searched the formless abyss for something solid.

"I don't know how I ended up in this reality. Or the other one. Not that I asked for any of this..."

He closed his eyes.

"All I know is… I've rebuilt myself twice. Once, as Tony Stark. I lived, I loved, I lost. I tried to save the world… and I died trying. I was glad I took down Thanos, but well, things got worse after my death."

"And then I woke up again."

He looked up now.

"As Bruce Wayne. I saved my new family and made new bonds... I've rebuilt my life once again."

He saw them now, clearer than memory, more vivid than prophecy.

Harley, laughing while dangling upside down from the Batwing.

Selina, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, amused at everything and everyone.

Morgan, presenting him with some ridiculous over-engineered gadget and asking, "Cool, right?"

Hela meditating in silence, her expression finally at peace.

Sue's smirk. Diana's quiet power. Pamela's reborn hope. Ami's eyes glinted with mischief. Kara is planning something mischievous. Jen looked at him with love and her happy smile.

His children from DC Earth. His friends and family... Everyone... Layer after layer, all his happy and sad memories appeared before his eyes.

He took a breath.

"I don't care if no one remembers me."

"I don't need a statue. Or a name carved into the walls of cosmic history."

He looked at the Tribunal without fear.

"As long as they're safe… as long as they get to live, to laugh, to fall in love, to raise kids and build a future…"

"I'll carry the burden."

His aura flared, not with anger, not with pride, but with love. Fierce. Protective. Eternal.

"I'll fight this war alone if I have to."

"I'll burn away the last of Jack Lance, of Tony Stark, of Bruce Wayne, of whoever I once was… if it means they can live."

"And if I fall… I'll fall knowing I didn't die for nothing."

There was no reply at first.

Just silence.

And then…

The Tribunal's three faces bowed in unison.

And spoke.

"Then you are worthy."

Bruce's eyes widened slightly, his aura flickering in golden ripples as the Tribunal raised its gaze once more. Their presence became denser, more solid, as though the entire weight of the Multiverse was now converging in this moment... this singular point of trust and judgment.

"The Multiverse stands on a fault line. The fabric of reality frays. Time bleeds into itself. And the being you know as Darkseid... is no longer bound by the limits that held him before."

The Tribunal extended a massive hand, composed of stars, laws, and swirling ancient equations. With each gesture, the very fabric of cosmic law realigned.

"He has transcended his own form. His multiversal avatars are mere echoes. What now threatens us all… is his True Self."

The stars behind Bruce dimmed. Images swirled: Realities crumbling like paper. Universes folding in on themselves. New Gods slaughtered. Dimensions erased, not conquered.

"He is weak, for now. Dr. Strange trapped him in an infinite loop. But that won't hold him for long. He will break out soon. And once he completes his transcendence, not even we will be able to stop him directly. The Laws bind us. But you..." their voice trembled with weight, "You are a fracture in the law. A paradox. A singularity of choice."

Bruce narrowed his eyes. "So you can't fight him… but I can."

"No, Jack Lance," said the face of Balance. "You must."

And then it came.

The Tribunal raised both hands to the empty air and tore it open.

A rift in reality itself. But not chaos. Not darkness. It was radiant. Absolute. Beyond time, beyond dimension, a space where the rules that governed gods were rewritten.

And from that rift…

Power.

Raw, golden light, shot through with silver threads of judgment and black streaks of finality.

It wasn't energy in the traditional sense. It was Authority. A fundamental rewriting of Bruce's place in the cosmos.

It slammed into his astral form like a wave of collapsing stars.

He convulsed but did not break.

His body, his very soul... shifted. Not just infused with power, but linked to the Tribunal itself. He became its proxy. Not a servant. Not a puppet.

But a chosen hand.

A Herald of Balance.

The Tribunal's voice thundered again, echoing in every reality that had ever existed and ever would.

"We bestow upon you a fragment of our Law. With it, you shall see what none can hide. Judge what none can evade. Enforce what none can escape."

Bruce's armor pulsed violently, adapting. He felt power beyond anything he had ever imagined or felt. It was as if he could simply control everything without limits.

And then… the light shifted.

A second rift opened. This one was darker.

From it emerged a strange, swirling ore, black as the void, rimmed in scarlet, like molten shadow trapped inside crystallized death. It radiated something ancient and terrible.

Bruce recognized it instantly.

"Radion."

The antithesis of the New Gods. The one substance in all creation that could wound them. Kill them. Even unmake them.

The Tribunal extended it toward Bruce.

"This is the lifeblood of Oblivion. The end of godhood. We gift you enough to forge what must be forged."

Bruce used the space power to open an isolated pocket to store it.

The Tribunal's final words echoed as the rift began to close.

"You now carry judgment. Not vengeance. Not wrath. Judgment. Use it well… or everything ends."

As the Tribunal faded, Bruce's vision became blurry, and before he knew it, he was sitting on his bed, sweating. He could feel the pressure and power within him. It felt really good. The words of the Tribunal echoed in his head.

He got one chance to win.

He looked to his right. Harley was sleeping, clinging on to the bat pillow. He leaned in and kissed her forehead before teleporting to his lab. 

Bruce opened the isolated dimension and took out a chunk of Radion.

"I'm gonna nuke your motherfucking ass, Darkseid. Just you wait."

...

[One Week Later – Isolated Temporal Lab]

Bruce stood in the center of a war forge built on principles no human had ever conceived.

Here, inside a temporal pocket bent by the Power of Law, time flowed differently. One week in this space equaled just a few seconds on Earth. With the help of the power of the Mind Stone's energy and the Tribunal's power, he created enough weapons to kill Darkseid.

On one end of the lab:

Radion Core Nukes: the size of footballs, glowing with unstable potential. Each one was enough to rupture the essence of a god.

Radion Shard Grenades: designed to explode midair, releasing microscopic particles to embed into a target’s divine nervous system.

Radion-Laced Projectiles: forged with compressed molecular structure to penetrate any armor known to exist.

On the other end:

Twin Blasters (Handheld): reinforced by Remaker and Spectral Ring energy. Each blast delivered focused Radion-core disintegration beams, modifiable in intensity.

Radion-Saber: A melee weapon humming with raw energy. Designed like a blade, but folded from compressed gravity, heat, and the metal of oblivion itself. Its form rippled between reality layers, unstable, deadly.

Judgment Hammer: Too massive for most beings to lift, but light as air in Bruce’s hand. This war maul could summon the force of the Law with every strike. 

Apart from those, he made multiple singularity bombs, wrap grenades, stasis field generators, remote armors, robots with Radion weapons, and nanites.

And finally, the armor.

The Tenfold Armor had changed.

The remaining Radion had been integrated directly into the armor’s core, veins of black-red ore now running beneath its radiant glow like divine circuitry.

Each ring had received a weapon protocol upgrade:

Remaker: Could now temporarily transform inorganic mass into Radion-dust traps.

Spin: Cyclones of frozen Radion particles.

Disintegration: Spectral ring’s beam now atomized divine particles.

Zero: Could cast Radion mist in cryogenic vapor form.

Influence: Converted Radion bursts into kinetic bombs.

Incandescence: Fired condensed Radion-charged plasma jets.

Nightbringer: Cloaked Radion signatures into shadow blades, invisible until impact.

Daimonic: Channeled purifying light laced with Radion—an anathema to corruption.

The Liar: Could implant Radion-fueled illusions that caused divine neurosystems to break.

Bruce swiped his hand in the air. The weapons were absorbed within his pocket dimension. Then he put on the armor and clenched his fist. 

"This is my everything. Now..." 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he teleported to Selina's room. She was watching a late-night TV series. 

Bruce stood quietly in the doorway.

Selina paused the show. Her eyes locked with his.

She knew that look. She had seen it before... right before every war, every mission that might be his last. Calm. Focused. Heavy with meaning.

"You know," she said, getting off the bed, walking slowly toward him, "you don't have to do this alone."

Bruce didn’t say anything.

His eyes had shifted.

Not toward her face. But lower.

Selina followed his gaze.

Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach.

She had been meaning to tell him.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say a word, Bruce spoke, his voice softer than she had heard in a long time.

“…You’re pregnant.”

Selina froze.

Her eyes widened for just a second, then softened.

She nodded.

"Yeah," she said quietly. “I found out yesterday. Was going to tell you tonight… but I didn’t want to distract you. Guess that doesn’t matter now.”

Bruce took a small step forward, as if drawn to her without thinking. His armored hand slowly lifted and rested gently on her stomach. Even through the suit, he could feel it.

A life.

His child.

He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, steadying the rush of emotions building inside him.

Bruce gave a tiny, bittersweet smile.

They stood there in silence.

The glow of the paused TV still flickered behind her. Outside, the world was asleep. But here, in this room, everything was alive.

“You’re still going, aren’t you?” Selina asked, even though she already knew the answer.

Bruce looked into her eyes.

“I have to,” he said softly. “If I don’t… there won’t be a world for them to be born into.”

Selina nodded again. No argument. No guilt. Just understanding. That’s why she loved him. That’s why it hurt.

"You talked to Morgan?" She asked.

"You know she'll follow me if she finds out what I was going to d,o and I can't let that happen," He shook his head.

"Harley?" Selina asked.

"Nope. You know how she is. She will cling to me unless I let her tag along. This fight. I can't afford to lose anyone," He replied. "I... I just... Haaa..." He was lost for words. 

“You come back to me,” she said, stepping closer, pressing her forehead to his. “You come back to us.”

“I will,” Bruce promised, resting his hand over hers on her belly. “No matter what it takes.”

Selina leaned up and kissed him gently. “I’ll hold you to that, Bat.”

He smiled faintly. “I know you will, Cat.”

And in that quiet, sacred moment, where war met hope and steel met life...

Bruce Wayne found his reason to win.

...

AN: Time to start the finale.

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As you can see. 2 payment in April. First one Iron tier and 2nd one upgraded to tier silver. Right now you are a silver member.

[Ironman] Ch: 75 [Corruption]

[London – MI6 Black Site, 26 Minutes After the Broadcast]

Justin Hammer sat slumped in a steel chair, arms cuffed behind his back, knees swollen and throbbing from weeks of stress, overuse, and untreated inflammation. He was dressed in a crumpled designer suit, the once-crisp lines now creased and dirty. His once-perfect hair was slicked back with nervous sweat. His signature smugness?

Gone.

Across the table, a British intelligence officer clicked a pen three times, slowly, deliberately. "Mr. Hammer," she said with a clipped accent, "I suggest you start explaining why your name is plastered across a global war crimes confession."

Hammer tried to smile. The old grin, the boardroom charm. But his lips barely twitched. "Look, I don't know what Osborn said, but he's trying to save his own ass, right? Throw everyone else under the bus. Classic narcissist move."

The agent leaned forward. "We've corroborated the data dump. Your name's on the fund transfers. The cybernetics project in Zagreb? That was your tech. And the failed augmentation trials in Manila? Your signature's on the shipment manifest."

Hammer's voice cracked. "I was funded to innovate! Everything I did was under military contract! You think I wanted those freaks dying in labs?! I was building a future. A safer world! With cooler weapons."

He winced as he shifted as his knees flaring like fire.

The agent didn't blink. "You tested unapproved tech on war orphans. You tried to implant neural jacks into live children. And now, your old friend Norman just spilled every rotten secret you ever tried to bury."

Hammer laughed bitterly. "Norman was supposed to die in that lab. The Mandarin promised..."

He froze.

Too late.

The room went still.

The agent arched a brow. "The Mandarin?"

Hammer swallowed hard. "No. Nothing. Too much stress. I misspoke."

She stood up, walked to the mirror behind him, and tapped her earpiece.

"Get London Cell E on Mandarin intel recovery. Track all recent HammerComm calls. Scrub his last forty-eight hours. If he's lying, bag everyone he's ever spoken to. We finally have a lead on the Mandarin after all these years. Don't lose."

She turned back, cool and deadly. "You're not a businessman anymore, Mr. Hammer. You're evidence."

Hammer slumped forward, chest heaving. "Shit!"

[A few minutes later...]

The room had been quiet for too long.

Justin Hammer sat there alone, bathed in the cold glow of overhead fluorescents. His breathing had slowed, but his nerves hadn't. Every creak of the hallway, every buzz of static from the security panel made him flinch.

The lights flickered once.

He looked up.

Flickered again.

Then went out.

Total darkness.

Hammer's breath hitched in his throat. "H-Hello?"

The emergency backup lights kicked in with a dim red hue.

And then he saw it.

A silhouette, standing in the corner of the room. Perfectly still. As if it had always been there. Unblinking. Unmoving. A black suit. Matte. A faceless mask over the figure's head, featureless except for two small slits where eyes should be.

Hammer's voice cracked. "What the hell?!"

The figure stepped forward. No sound of footsteps. The metal cuffs around Hammer's wrists rattled as he struggled against them.

"You... you can't be here," he stammered. "This is MI6! You can't just walk in..."

The voice that answered was modulated, barely human. 

"You are nothing but a liability now."

Hammer blinked. "Wait... wait, we had a deal. I did everything he asked. I kept quiet. I mean, it was just a slip of the tongue. I... I didn't tell them anything about the Shadow Rings or Howard's assassination plan!"

The figure didn't respond.

Then... movement.

A silver blur of light. A glint of steel arced forward, too fast for Hammer to react.

SCHK.

The sound wasn't loud.

But the warmth was immediate.

Hammer looked down and saw the blade sticking out of his chest, angled perfectly through his heart. The blood started to spread, slowly at first, then faster, trickling across his shirt like ink on canvas.

His mouth moved, but no sound came out.

"You talk too much."

Another flash of movement.

SWISH.

His head rolled clean off his shoulders, hitting the floor with a wet thud, eyes wide in shock, mouth still twitching.

A geyser of blood sprayed against the wall in a red arc.

The assassin stood still for a moment, watching the body slump sideways after a little bit of jerking like a headless chicken. His blade was dripping with blood. He reached back, about to sheath the sword into its spine mount... until every sense screamed.

Danger. Close. Immediate.

Instinct told him to run.

But his muscles wouldn't respond.

Something cold pressed against the base of his neck... metal.

Then came a voice, male, low, and calm, right behind his ear.

"I came here to get info out of Hammer, but what was that about an assassination plan on Howard Stark?"

The assassin didn't breathe.

His hand twitched, fingers brushing the hilt of his second blade, but the pressure at his neck shifted, just enough to remind him: one wrong move, and his spine would separate from his skull before the thought even finished forming.

The assassin didn’t blink, didn’t twitch. But his lips moved ever so slightly.

A click... faint, almost imperceptible.

“Poison pill,” he muttered, recognizing the signs too late.

But nothing happened.

The assassin’s body jolted slightly, then froze.

His fingers twitched once. Twice.

Then… nothing.

No foaming at the mouth. No blue lips. No convulsions.

Just confusion in his eyes.

The man behind him tilted his head. “Huh. Looks like your little cyanide cocktail had expired. How the fuck did you become an assassin? Using expired products is bad for health.”

The assassin’s eyes widened. He tried to move, but his body failed him completely. Limbs sluggish, vision blurry. The skin around his jaw began to flush red… but not in the way it should. The toxin had been neutralized before it could activate.

The assassin’s knees buckled as he fell forward, hitting the floor.

"Shhh. That fading feeling? That’s your nervous system going on vacation. You’ll wake up. Probably.”

He glanced toward the corner.

“Bring the bag.”

Two Widows emerged silently from the hallway, out of their invisible mode.

“Looks like Norman wasn't the only one who was after your dad's life,” one said.

"Well, fucking Mandarin. I shut him down years ago. Now it would seem that he has crawled back and is targeting Dad again," Tony sighed. “Tag him, strip all gear, lock out every nerve point. I want him untouched until Melina gets her hands on him. He's not to say a single word until then. Understood?”

“Understood,” they echoed in unison.

They moved quickly, efficiently. One Widow lifted the assassin’s body while the other gathered his weapons into a sealed nanite case. 

Tony turned and looked at the remains of Justin Hammer. The blood. The head. The look of stunned betrayal was still frozen on his lifeless face.

“You could’ve just kept your mouth shut, Hammer,” he muttered. “But no. You had to be you.”

Justin dying right now was bad for Shadow Legion's reputation. Tony didn't want the public or the authorities to think of them as cold-blooded murderers. He wanted to use the CCTV footage, but there was none. The assassin had destroyed it before entering the place. So, Tony used Hermes to create fake footage and voices. For the AI, it was child's play. He opened his palm. The nanites formed a tiny USB with the fake footage of one of the corrupt MI6 agents killing Hammer. He placed the drive on the table.

Then they disappeared into the shadows. 

As for where are the agents?

Well, the assassin blasted a bomb right outside the place before infiltrating. So, the agents were busy tackling the problem. And the few guards who were inside were put to sleep using sleeping gas.

[Two Hours Later]
[Location: U.S. Military Black Site, Eastern Seaboard]
[Status: Critical – Operation Internal Storm: In Progress]

Red alert sirens echoed through the compound. Floodlights lit the base like a battlefield, and the heavy thrum of helicopters vibrated the air overhead. Inside the facility, a small army of military police, U.S. Marshals, and federal tactical teams moved with precision through reinforced corridors.

The President’s Order Had Been Clear:
“Bring me General Thaddeus Ross. Alive. Before the Shadow Legion gets their hands on him.” 

Although no one knew about the Shadow Legion before tonight, the fact that they have found so much information about the corruption so quickly was enough to rattle them. Right now, everyone was afraid, thinking about their little misdeeds and misuse of power, and fears that they might get publicly exposed. 

The only way to minimize the damage was to get Ross alive and get all secret files and records from him before the Legion. Or else, the entire government will collspe if that information gets exposed.

But Ross wasn’t going quietly.

[Command Room – Level 3]

General Ross stood at the center of the chaos, a full tactical vest strapped over his uniform. A heavy-duty custom sidearm rested in his holster, while encrypted hard drives were being loaded into a reinforced briefcase behind him. He barked into his comms.

“Status on Exfil Route Bravo?”

A voice crackled over the channel. “Compromised. Extraction helo was intercepted. We’re rerouting to secondary bunker.”

Ross slammed his fist into the console. “Damn it! We are not losing this base!”

Aide: “Sir, the President’s declared you rogue. The chain of command has collapsed. Orders are coming directly from the Oval...”

Ross pulled his gun and fired a round into the console beside the aide’s head. Sparks exploded from the monitor.

“I am the chain of command.”

---

AN: Some of you keep asking some questions in DM about the upcoming arc. So, here you go> I'll wrap up this mini arc within 4-5 chs. Then Captain America, then the Stark Expo, which will start the space arc, finally.

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[Ironman] Ch: 74 [The Shadow Legion]

The metal walls were quiet, almost too quiet. The only sound was Norman Osborn’s slow, shallow breathing.

He lay on the floor, chained, broken. His voice was gone from hours of screaming. No one came. No one listened. Now, he had no more strength to beg.

The door slid open.

Tony Stark walked in. Calm. Focused. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, watching the man who had once called himself untouchable.

Norman lifted his head slightly, eyes bloodshot and sunken. “Please…” he croaked. “Please save him. Save my boy…”

Tony stepped closer, his voice low. “What would you give me, Norman? For Harry’s life?”

Norman tried to sit up, but the chain pulled tight around his neck. He choked and coughed, collapsing again.

“Anything,” Norman whispered. “Anything you want. Just name it.”

Tony crouched down in front of him, looking him in the eye. “I don’t want money. I don’t want your company. I want the truth.”

Norman blinked. “What?”

“I want your confession,” Tony said. “I want names. Every partner. Every official who backed you. Every scientist who helped you torture those people. Every secret lab. Every hidden file. You’re going to tell the world what you did. All of it.”

Norman’s lip trembled. “They’ll kill me.”

“Maybe,” Tony said. “But you still get a choice. You give me everything, I save Harry. You stay silent, I walk away.”

"They will kill him too," Norman replied.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them all. Then, I'll let Harry go. Here he's safe. So, you have 10 seconds."

Norman's breath was ragged, chest barely rising under the weight of exhaustion and despair.

Tony remained crouched, unwavering.

"You have five seconds left," he said.

Norman’s lips trembled. “Promise me,” he whispered, voice like broken glass. “Promise me you’ll protect him. That Harry gets a life. A real one. Away from this.”

Tony didn’t hesitate. “He’ll never see a cage again. He’ll get treatment, education, freedom. No labs. No manipulation. He’ll never become you.”

Norman closed his eyes, a tear slipping out. His voice cracked as he breathed, “Then I’ll give you everything.”

Tony stood, eyes cold. “Good.”

[Thirty Minutes Later] [Broadcast Room]

It was a clean, white room with a table and a chair. On the table was a handgun. The light was bright. The cameras were set up. 

The door opened, and Norman entered the room. His wounds were healed up, a last bit of mercy from Tony, and to make it look like his confession was real. Injuries and all would make people question the credibility of the confession. 

He sat in the chair. His eyes went toward the gun. He knew what he had to do. Then he looked toward the timer on the wall...

Timer: 04... 03... 02... 01... 00

The red light blinked LIVE.

...[Live Global Broadcast – Unknown Signal Origin]...

The feed cut into screens around the world.

Emergency signals were scrambled. Firewalls bypassed. Every major government channel, news station, and military feed lit up at once.

And then, Norman Osborn’s face appeared.

He looked directly into the camera. Calm. Pale. Worn.

“My name is Norman Virgil Osborn. CEO of Oscorp. Former defense contractor. Former scientific advisor to multiple global coalitions.”

A pause.

“And I’m here to confess to the crimes I committed in the shadows of power.”

He exhaled. Slow. Controlled.

“I greenlit human experimentation across five continents. I funded off-books programs in partnership with black-ops agencies, Hydra remnants, and rogue national actors.”

“I tried to recreate the Super Soldier Serum... not for peacekeeping. For control. We called it the G-Serum. It failed. Over and over again. Dozens died in agony, mutated beyond recognition.”

Norman glanced at the desk briefly, then back to the camera.

“General Ross authorized experiments on civilians. Veterans. Children. He approved Hammer Industries' cybernetic augmentation trials in Eastern Europe, and when it failed, we erased all the traces and cut our ties with Hammer Industries. Biochemical enhancement trials in Indonesia. Genetic therapy trials in the U.S. prison system. All without consent.”

He began listing names:

“Dr. Gavin Speers. Head of Bio-Augmentation Research. Now operating out of Singapore under a false name.”

“Senator Dwight Colter. He funneled black funds into Oscorp's shell programs through the Atlantic Defense Initiative.”

“General Thaddeus Ross. He oversaw and approved tests on prisoners and dissidents in exchange for off-record military results.”

“Dr. Gavin Speers ran neuroadaptive control tests on chemically suppressed subjects. Berlin. Bucharest. Jakarta.”

Norman folds his hands briefly.

“We weren’t alone. The system was built to protect us. Governments, private contractors, intelligence agencies... they all looked the other way. Or cashed in.”

He takes a long breath.

“General Ross wanted to take over Shield. So, we planned to kill Peggy Carter and the World Council members. Ross succeeded in killing and replacing a few members. But we eventually failed to kill Peggy. As for the corrupt new members, I'm pretty sure Mr. Fury will take care of them. And the attack on Shield was also our doing."

Another brief pause...

“The operation cost dozens of lives.”

Norman leans closer to the camera. His voice softens... almost a whisper.

“To my son, Harry… I don’t expect forgiveness. I only hope that your future is not shaped by my sins. That you’re given the chance to live free. To be better than I was.”

A pause.

His fingers hover above the weapon beside him.

“This isn’t redemption. This isn’t courage. It’s the bare minimum. The truth. Everything I built was a lie. And I refuse to let others hide behind it any longer.”

He picks up the gun.

“To those watching this: you know who you are. You helped me build this. You watched it grow. You used it to profit, to silence, to kill. You think no one can touch you.”

His voice sharpens.

“But someone is coming. Not for money. Not for power. Just the truth. And they don’t play by your rules.”

He takes one final breath.

“I have nothing left but the truth. I hope it burns the whole rot down. And after... After my death... All the information that I collected will reach cops and news stations, and Shield.”

Without thinking or saying anything, he pressed the gun under his chin and...

BANG.

The camera feed cuts. Black screen.

After a few minutes of static noise...

The screen blinked back to life.

A figure stood center frame, dressed in black combat gear, face hidden behind a tactical mask. No name. No insignia. Just silence.

Then she spoke.

“This message is for every government, agency, and enforcement body that just watched Norman Osborn confess.”

Her voice was deep and crackly thanks to the voice modulator.

“All these years, you enjoyed and didn't bother to take proper steps. So, today, I will give you time. You have five hours.”

She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.

“Five hours to act. Arrest the people named. Freeze their assets. Secure every one of them. The evidence has been delivered. You have everything you need.”

A short pause.

“If you hesitate, if even one of them disappears, we will know. And then the Shadow Legion will take over.”

No threats. Just fact.

“We are not here to debate. We are not here to play games. We are the response to your failure.”

She took a slow step forward.

“To the corrupt: don’t run. Don’t hide. You’ve had your time. You built your power on fear, lies, and blood. But that time is over.”

Another step.

“No fortress can keep you safe. No ally will protect you. No deal will be accepted.”

A beat.

“To the people watching around the world... pay attention to what your leaders do next. Who moves. Who stays silent. Who protects the guilty.”

She tilted her head slightly.

“Five hours. That’s your window.”

The screen cut to black.

Then a timer appeared.

4:59:59

Under it, in white block letters:

SHADOW LEGION: OPERATION CLEAN SLATE

The world had been warned.

...

[U.S. Military Black Site – Undisclosed Location]

Red emergency lights pulsed through the command center, bathing everything in an ominous glow. Screens showed the live feed that had just ended. Static buzzed for a moment before the command staff manually cut off the signal.

General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross stood at the center of it all, stone-faced, jaw locked, hands clenched behind his back. The room was filled with uniformed personnel, analysts, and intelligence officers, waiting for orders.

He didn’t speak immediately. He stared at the black screen with the ticking countdown: 4:56:42.

“Sir,” an aide said, hesitantly. “The President’s demanding an immediate response. Every major agency’s been compromised. The footage is authentic, digital forensics confirms it.”

Another officer approached. “Interpol just issued a Red Notice for you, sir. And for Senator Colter. Hammer’s already been detained by MI6.”

Ross barely flinched. “Tell the President to go to hell,” he growled.

The room froze.

Ross turned, voice sharp and commanding.

“Secure all exits. Scramble the Ghost Team. Level 7 protocol... Burn everything. All data. All backups. If it’s on a server, it doesn’t exist in ten minutes.”

“But sir, the Shadow Legion...”

"Let them come," Ross snarled. "We've got two teams of Delta Force, four CIA Special Activities Division squads, and a platoon of SEALs. They try anything, and we'll cut them down like dogs."

He glared at his staff, eyes cold. "Do I make myself clear?"

They hesitated.

Ross raised his voice. "I SAID... DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

The command staff stood at attention. "YES, SIR!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Move!"

The room dissolved into chaos as officers scrambled to carry out the general's orders.

[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 101 [The Living Tribunal & Jack Lance]

[Midnight]

Bruce’s body lay still on the bed beside Harley, muscles relaxed, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. But inside… he was far from asleep.

His soul had slipped free.

Bruce’s astral form had entered the Astral Plane for the first time. He used the power of the Soul Stone's energy in his body. He flew through the roof, straight to the sky. After flying for a certain distance, he stopped and looked down.

Everything looked frozen.

New York was quiet. Still. The cars on the street weren’t moving. The leaves were frozen in the air. The raindrops were also frozen and looked like tiny crystals. The lights in buildings glowed like soft stars, but nothing moved. No wind. No sound. Just a heavy, calm silence.

Bruce floated above the city,

"This is... strange," he murmured, his voice echoing without sound.

Although he was looking around, his mind, freed from the limits of the physical body, began running simulations. Thousands at once. 

Darkseid.

Every path Bruce followed ended in war. Cities burning. Worlds falling. His friends dying. His family crying over his lifeless body. Earth burning.

He clenched his fist.

Not this time.

He used the Time Stone's power. Instantly, a burst of green light emerged from his Astral form. He reached into the fabric of what could be.

And time… split open.

It wasn’t just one path.

It was everything.

A storm of futures flooded his mind. Over 100 billion possibilities. Countless timelines, endless battles, every version of the war that could be.

He saw every strategy. Every choice.

Every defeat.

Over and over again.

Worlds burned.

Allies fell.

Darkseid stood victorious.

Future Vision #1: The Fall of Earth

The sky was ash. Cities across the globe lay in ruins. Stark Tower collapsed. The Xavier Mansion was reduced to rubble. The Watchtower drifted lifeless in orbit.

Darkseid walked through the remains of New York, flames licking at his heels. Hela lay broken. Selina… gone. Morgan screamed over Harley’s lifeless body, her power flaring too late.

The heroes gave everything.

It wasn’t enough.

Future Vision #2: Unity’s Last Stand

Every hero. Every realm. Even former enemies stood side by side.

Thor, Diana, Strange, Shuri, Kara, Morgan, the Fallen One, Hela, Carol, Peter, Logan… all of them from both Multiverses.

Bruce, glowing with the full might of the Ten Rings, led them.

The sky split open as Darkseid arrived.

The battle shook the stars.

But one by one, they fell. Their power wasn't the problem, it was the enemy. He had seen it coming. He had adapted.

Darkseid never fought fair.

Future Vision #3: The Retreat

The heroes fled. Earth became a memory. They tried to rebuild on another world, hiding from the war they couldn’t win.

But Darkseid followed.

No matter where they ran, no matter how far they fled, he found them.

In every version of this path... hope died in the end.

Future Vision #4: Corruption

Bruce took a different path. In this future, he absorbed more power. Too much. He became a being of pure force.

An entity.

He killed Darkseid and absorbed his power. But he lost himself.

Bruce became what he feared most.

In this world, he was worshipped… and feared.

A god without mercy.

Future Vision #5: The Gathering of Gods

In this possible future, Bruce saw something breathtaking.

The skies above Earth were filled with light.

The Asgardians arrived first. Thor stood tall, golden lightning streaking from his hammer. Hela and Sif at his side. Behind them came warriors from the golden halls of Valhalla, ready for one last war.

The Olympians followed. Zeus descended from the clouds, lightning crackling through his beard. Ares, Athena, Hermes and Artemis stood in gleaming armor, eyes blazing with divine fire.

The Eternals rose from the depths of the Earth. Ikaris flew beside Makkari and Thena, their powers at full strength, their resolve unshakable. Celestial echoes thrummed behind them.

Atlanteans breached the ocean, led by Namor and his legions, tridents held high.

The mystic forces of Kamar-Taj opened portals. Sorcerers from across dimensions arrived. Wong. Strange. The Ancient One’s disciples. All united.

Even cosmic entities answered the call. The Living Tribunal watched. The Stranger stirred. Uatu the Watcher lowered his head.

Bruce, wearing the Tenfold Armor, stood at the front, his aura glowing like a dying star.

This was the moment.

The final stand.

They struck first.

A million warriors against one.

Gods, immortals, sorcerers, speedsters, mutants, aliens… all fighting together. Earth’s magic and science were pushed beyond their limits.

But it didn’t matter.

Darkseid adapted.

He learned.

He broke Zeus’s neck. Split Ikaris in half. Crushed Namor's heart in his hand. Incinerated Strange with a look.

Even Thor fell, Mjolnir shattered.

Bruce fought to the end, his body glowing with every ring, every ounce of power he had. But as the smoke cleared...

Darkseid still stood.

Untouched.

Unbroken.

Everyone else... was gone.

And in this vision, Earth burned for the last time.

Bruce hovered in silence, suspended in a vast sea of light and darkness, where time was not linear, and sound had no meaning. The storm of futures still whirled around him like galaxies in collapse, each one flashing through his consciousness.

Failure. Death. Despair.

He saw every possible outcome.

Except one.

One timeline. One chance.

The moment he touched it, he felt something different. The vision didn’t begin with cities burning. It didn’t begin with Earth under siege. It started in silence.

A deep, profound silence.

[Future Vision #Final: The Last Battle in the Upper Dimension]

There was no ground. No sky. No stars. Only an infinite plane of crystalline light where the laws of reality bent and shimmered like glass beneath water.

This wasn’t Earth. This wasn’t any known dimension. It was far above the multiverse. Beyond the boundaries of time and physical space. A place where only concepts lived. Where only beings of pure will could stand.

Bruce floated at the edge of that space, clad in the Tenfold Armor, glowing with the essence of every ring. Each step forward left fractals of energy in his wake. Behind him stood avatars of cosmic authority: The Living Tribunal, Eternity, Infinity, The Stranger, The One-Above-All's shadow... a silent observer of destiny.

He had been brought here by them.

Not to fight for Earth.

But to fight for everything.

The Tribunal had bestowed Bruce with temporary authority, a fragment of the Tribunal’s essence itself. A gift. A curse. One that no mortal, no god, no entity had ever carried.

It would burn him from existence.

But if he could bear it long enough...

He could kill Darkseid.

For real. For good.

Forever.

The moment arrived.

From the other end of the dimension, the void cracked open. Shadows bled into the light. Reality wept.

And Darkseid stepped through.

His form wasn’t like the one Bruce had fought before. This was his True Self—not the shadow sent to multiverses, not the puppet cast through war. This was Darkseid Prime, the origin of every incarnation across realities. His presence swallowed logic. Language died in his wake.

And still, Bruce stepped forward.

He said nothing.

There was nothing left to say.

The battle began.

But...

The Astral Plane stilled. The vision paused.

Light froze mid-shatter. Time hung by a thread.

Bruce stood at the edge of ultimate revelation. His eyes, still glowing with fractured reflections of the timelines he had witnessed, narrowed. He could feel the shift in the fabric of existence itself. The breathless pause before the flood.

And then…

A blink.

The Living Tribunal stood before him.

Not approached.

Not arrived.

He simply was.

Three faces turned toward him in perfect harmony. One of wrath. One of balance. One of serenity. Their voices echoed across layers of reality.

"You cannot see what comes next, Jack Lance."

Bruce’s... Jack’s... eyes widened for only a moment.

It had been decades since he had heard that name. Longer still since he had acknowledged it. A past that faded over time after living through multiple reincarnations.

"You know who I am," he said quietly.

"We know what you are," the Tribunal replied. "Before the machine and mask. Before the cowl and evolution. Before the rings and gods and stars."

"Jack Lance... the soul that chose this path long before you knew its end."

"Why can’t I see the end of it?" he asked.

"Because to see it... is to deny it," they intoned.

"If you witness the outcome, its possibility vanishes. The future collapses. The multiverse falls."

The Tribunal floated closer. Their presence pressed against every law of existence, but Bruce did not waver.

"You stand at the convergence of all things. Wielding the Tenfold Armor. The Soul and Time. Infinity and choice. You are no longer man alone, and yet..."

All three faces turned toward him.

"You still choose to carry it all."

"Why?"

"Why take this burden?"

"Why endure pain that will break you?"

"Why stand alone... when no one will remember you?"

[Ironman] Ch: 73 [Yelena likes it rough]

"Get on your fours. I'm gonna take you from behind," Tony ordered.

Yelena turned over quickly and raised her hips high up in the air. She grabbed her butt cheeks, spreading them apart, giving him a good view of her puckered asshole and her wet pussy. Tony placed his tip at her entrance, rubbing it around her wetness a few times, and then slapping it against her clit. This made Yelena moan loudly. She was ready for him.

She needed him inside her right now.

"Please, Tony," she pleaded. "I need you inside me."

Tony pushed forward, sliding his cock into her pussy. It felt like a velvet glove, wrapping tightly around his cock, sucking him in. Then he felt her hymen break under his strength, making Yelena cry out in pain.

"Ahhhh!" she screamed.

"Sorry," he apologized, kissing her neck from behind.

He gave her some time to adjust to his size, letting her get used to the feeling before moving again.

"I'm okay now," Yelena reassured him. She was a tough girl after all.

Tony started fucking her slowly. Her pussy felt amazing. She was so wet that his cock slid in and out easily. His hands were resting on her ass cheeks as he fucked her harder and faster. He spanked her occasionally, making her gasp in surprise.

"Harder!" She cried out. "Fuck me harder!"

Tony obeyed her command, pounding her cunt even harder than before. She moaned loudly as he ravaged her pussy. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back while continuing to slam into her.

"Oh my God! Ohhhhhhh~!" Yelena screamed, enjoying every second of it. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Tony!"

Tony slapped her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise. Then he pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. He climbed on top of her, grabbing both of her legs and pushing them towards her chest, exposing her pink pussy once more. He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed deep inside her, burying himself completely within her tightness.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as he began thrusting wildly in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately while he continued to fuck her mercilessly. While Natasha began to rub her clit once again, enjoying the show.

"Oh fuck! Fuck me! Oh God, I love your cock!" Yelena gasped as Tony pounded into her relentlessly. She kissed him again, moaning into his mouth as their tongues danced together. He broke their kiss and grabbed onto her breasts, squeezing them roughly.

She bit her bottom lip as she gazed up at him lustfully.

"Slap me," she requested suddenly.

"What?" He asked, surprised by her request.

"Slap me, please. I want to feel pain while you fuck me," she pleaded.

Tony obliged her request and smacked her across the face. Her head snapped to the side from the impact, and then she turned back to look at him, a big grin on her face.

"Harder," she begged.

He slapped her again, this time harder than before. She groaned in pain, but it quickly turned into a moan. Her pussy tightened around his cock, causing him to groan as well.

"Mmmmm... Yes~" She moaned softly.

He then grabbed her throat tightly, choking her while continuing to thrust into her. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna make you squirt like a freaking broken faucet."

Yelena laughed and then moaned loudly as he increased the speed of his thrusts. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks with every stroke.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her body and encouraging him to fuck her even harder. He obeyed her wishes and fucked her faster, harder, deeper.

His balls were slapping against her ass loudly, echoing throughout the room.

She was enjoying the way he was choking her, as well as the sensation of being fucked so roughly. She felt like she was losing control over herself. But she liked it.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Yelena's eyes went toward Natasha who was fingering her cum-filled pussy, "Do you like watching me get fucked? Do you enjoy watching me get dominated by this big cock?"

"You are such a machoist slut," Natasha replied, not stopping fingering herself.

"So are you," Yelena laughed.

"Yeah... but you're worse than me," Natasha shot back.

"Who cares as long as we are having pleasure? I... oh! Shit! Mumm~" Yelena couldn't finish her words as Tony left her throat and squeezed her nipples that made her shudder in pain and pleasure, "Shit! I'm coming!"

Yelena cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, sending shivers throughout her entire body. Her pussy tightened around Tony's cock and her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her as she came hard.

He kept thrusting into her, fucking her through her orgasm while twisting her nipples roughly. She screamed in pleasure as her climax continued to intensify. She never experienced anything like this before.

Tony pulled out his cock and looked toward Natasha.

"You are still horny after that, huh?" He asked her with a smirk.

"You bet I am," Natasha replied, smiling seductively. She spread her legs wide open for him and speed up her fingering, pushing his cum in and out of her pussy. "I want more, Tony," she begged. "Give me more."

"Hell no!" Yelena pushed down Tony and saddled him. "You got your fuck. Now, he's mine." She quickly slammed her pussy down on his cock. "Mmmm... Oh my God! This feels so good~" She moaned as she bounced up and down on top of him.

"Shit! Haha..." Tony chuckled, "So impatient."

"Sorry about that. I can't let her have you all by herself," Yelena explained as she continued to ride him. She was very aggressive and seemed to really enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her. "Ohhh~ Ahh~" She moaned loudly.

Natasha couldn't help but smile at how jealous Yelena was acting. It was cute.

Yelena was jumping up and down. She was going up till the tip and slamming her pussy down. Each time she did, Tony could feel her inner walls clench down upon him. The sensation was incredible.

"Holy shit! Keep doing that. Faster... Don't hold back," Tony said watching her boobs jiggle in front of his eyes.

Natasha's thighs trembled as she came once again from the sight of him fucking Yelena.

Yelena continued to bounce up and down on top of him, moving faster and faster. Her breathing was becoming labored, and sweat poured down her face. Both their enhanced body were going at the pace a normal human wouldn't be able to match and break. The speed, the strength, and the stamina were all above them.

"Fuck! I'm getting close," he warned.

"Me too!" She cried out. "I want to cum with you. Come on. Let's do it together."

Tony grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her, matching her movements perfectly. Their bodies moved as one as they both neared their climax.

"Come on, Tony! Cum inside me! Fill my pussy up!" She yelled.

"Here it comes," Tony warned her.

"Do it! Please! Please, I need it. I want it! Give it to me!" She begged him desperately. "I'm gonna cum too! Oh God, I'm gonna cum with your cock inside me! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeees! Aaaahhhh~!!" Yelena screamed out loud as another orgasm hit her.

Her body shuddered as she came all over Tony's cock. She felt him release inside of her, filling her pussy completely with his warm seed. She collapsed on top of him and buried her face into his neck while she continued to come down from her climax.

"Huff! Hufff!" She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked her.

"Yes... Thank you," she answered between breaths.

Natasha was still watching them, but now she had stopped touching herself. She just watched as Yelena rested on Tony's chest, both of them covered in sweat.

Tony looked over at Natasha, who was staring at them intently.

Then Yelena slowly stood up and instantly felt all of Tony's cum dripping from her pussy onto his cock and some even trickling down her thighs.

"Wow! Look at the mess we made," she said, laughing slightly.

"Get down and lick my cock clean," Tony ordered.

Yelena obeyed him without hesitation. She bent down and took his cock in her mouth, licking it clean of their combined juices. She made sure to lick his balls and shaft thoroughly, making sure she didn't miss any spots. When she finished, she looked up at him and smiled.

"There. All clean now," she announced proudly.

"Phew! You are awesome, Yelena," Tony complimented her and then turned to Natasha. "And you are one horny redhead."

"What can I say?" Natasha shrugged, "I've been holding back all these feelings and frustration for over two years. And now, I have an opportunity to finally let them out."

"Well, we should have done it sooner," Yelena laughed. "If I knew it would be this much fun and so freaking good, I would've probably jumped on you earlier."

"It's fine. We'll have plenty more opportunities to make up for lost time," Natasha assured her. "So... whose pussy was tighter?"

Yelena looked at Natasha curiously.

"What?" She asked.

"Which of us has the tighter pussy? Which one feels better?" Natasha repeated her question.

"Oh..." Yelena blushed slightly. She then looked at Tony, and her hands grabbed her balls. "So, Mr. Stark, how does my pussy compare to hers? I know I was tighter because I am younger than her." She slightly squeezed his balls with a sly smile.

'Oh, boy! What kind of competition will this turn into?' Tony wondered.

"It was a tie," he replied truthfully. "Yeah, a tie..."

There was no way he was going to start another war between them, and Yelena got his balls in her hand, which she was squeezing gently. But that gentle squeeze could quickly change into a painful one if he lied.

"That's a sly answer. But alright. If it's a tie, then we need to do some more testing," Yelena suggested. "Don't we, Nat?"

"I'm down for it. What do you say, Tony?" Natasha agreed with a seductive smile.

"Sounds good to me," Tony answered, feeling excited already.

"Alright! Let's wrap up the ongoing mess, and then we can... You know, test some more things."

"Sounds like a plan," Yelena said as she stood up, and her legs trembled. "Shit! I think I need to sit for a while."

"You okay?" Tony asked her, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a little dizzy for a second there. And my legs feel like jelly." She explained. "Must be because of all the excitement from earlier."

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WILL BE BACK BY TOMORROW

Had to go out of states for some work. On my way home tonight.
Tomorrow I will upload new chs.

[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 100 [Harley wants to be a mommy]

AN: WOW! 100 chs. If we count the total chapters in this series, it's 300 chs. My biggest book yet. Enjoy.

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Bruce froze for exactly 5 seconds.

He blinked. His breath caught somewhere between his lungs and his heart.

Harley stared up at him with those big, stormy eyes, dead serious this time. No jokes, no grin, no sarcastic undertone. Just raw, honest Harley.

"I want a baby," she repeated softly.

Bruce sat back a little, processing the weight behind her words. The room, once buzzing with chaos, suddenly felt impossibly still.

“Harley…”

“I know,” she said quickly, holding up a hand. “I know it sounds crazy, right? Me, a mom? The same girl who once painted a SWAT van neon pink and filled it with confetti grenades. And ya know. I kinda tried to paint the moon and got myself killed. Then there's that incident with me stealing Di's armor and trying to be Wonder Harley. Then that prank with Mystique and I kinda stole Clint's food. Then I stole your super-bike and a plane from Shield... Humm...”

She paused for a moment.

"Well, now that I put them in words, it kinda sounds bad. But that's beside the point."

She sat up straighter, brushing a hand through her now-loose curls. There was something vulnerable in her eyes, a kind of gentle determination Bruce had rarely seen in her.

“But you know me. Those are all harmless pranks. Besides I did help the new trainees train and even trained those mutant kids... So, while spendin' time with those kids, I kinda had a nice thought... And, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”

Bruce studied her face, waiting for the punchline. But it didn’t come.

“I mean, come on,” Harley continued. “You and Diana had a kid. You and Talia too. Then there's Morgan. So, where’s mine?”

Bruce rubbed a hand across his jaw, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment. “Harley, it's not about fairness. It's just... So sudden.”

“Exactly.” Harley leaned forward, her voice softer. “Which is why we should do it. No need to plan or nothin' just you and me.”

She placed her hand gently over his chest, right above his heart.

“B, I’ve seen what kind of father you are. How much you care. How you push yourself to protect everyone you love, even when it costs you everything. I know I joke around and act like a maniac half the time, but... that’s just my armor. You know the real me. You’ve seen it. And I want something real.”

Bruce looked at her hand over his chest. His own hand came up slowly, resting on top of hers.

“I’ve never thought you were just a maniac, Harls,” he said quietly.

Her eyes lit up a little, and her lips twitched into a smile. Bruce found himself smiling back, as something inside him stirred and hummed with warmth. He lifted his hand and brushed the loose strands of hair from her face.

"I didn't know you wanted this so badly," he whispered.

Harley shrugged, still grinning. "Well, ya know, I'm not getting any younger."

"You do know, you got Kryptonian evolved body, plus Extremis SSS? So, it's impossible for you to age."

"Wait a minute!" Harley stood up with a surprised expression. "I won't age? You mean like... Eternal beauty Wonder Harley?"

"You weren't listening when I was explaining things back then, did ya?" Bruce shook his head, grinning.

"Hahaha, okay, no need to go into details now. I'll ask JARVIS later. So... What's your answer?" Harley asked, her eyes softening.

Bruce was quiet for a moment.

"Okay." He nodded. "But you gotta promise to be a good mom."

"Of course! I am Harley Quinn! I'm awesome! Plus, I'm a doctor and a superhero. I have a Ph.D. in Psychology. So, I have all the qualifications needed to be a great mom."

"Harls, being a mother is not about having the right degree. It's about being there for your child."

"I know. I love kids. I promise to be a good mother, okay?"

"Okay." Bruce smiled.

"Okay," Harley smiled back at him.

They stared at each other for a moment, grinning like fools.

"So, does this mean we are gonna do it right now?" Harley asked.

Bruce stood up and picked her up in his arms. Then he opened a portal and teleported to one of the safe houses where they could spend the day without any interruption from others.

[Safe house]

Bruce carried Harley to the bedroom and softly placed her on the bed.

Harley was blushing, her heart was beating faster than usual as she looked at Bruce.

He slowly took off her clothes, and she blushed even more as her body came into view.

Bruce leaned in and kissed her neck softly. She shivered at the feeling of his lips against her skin. Then he began to trail kisses down her body, slowly making his way to her breasts. His fingers gently traced her curves before he began to massage them.

Harley let out a small moan as she felt him suckle on her nipples. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him as he continued to suckle on them.

After a while, Bruce moved lower, kissing her stomach as he went. He moved even lower until he reached between her legs.

He kissed her inner thighs and then placed a kiss on her clit before he moved his tongue inside her folds.

She gasped and moaned as she felt his tongue enter her wet pussy.

"Ahhh..." she moaned softly, grabbing onto the sheets tightly. Her nails dug into the sheets, causing them to tear slightly as she gripped them.

Harley's head fell back and she shut her eyes as Bruce began to lick her pussy.

"Bruce..." she moaned softly.

Bruce looked up from between her legs and smiled at her, his tongue still buried into her pussy. Then he resumed licking her, slowly making his way towards her clit.

She gasped and writhed in pleasure, unable to control herself as he continued to lick her sensitive nub.

Her breathing became erratic as she tried to hold on to some semblance of control over her body. But Bruce wasn't letting up, he kept licking her clit while he fingered her hole.

"Oh god... Bruce... please..." She begged as he continued to pleasure her.

"Please what, Harley?"

"Put it in. Fuck me," She whispered breathlessly.

Bruce grinned and moved away from between her legs. He undressed himself and positioned himself between her legs again.

"You're ready?" He asked softly.

Harley nodded silently, looking into his eyes with lust and desire.

He guided his cock inside her wet pussy and entered her slowly. Harley moaned loudly as she felt his length enter her. She gripped the sheets tightly, trying to stay calm as she felt him push deeper inside her.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and her body trembled slightly as he slid all the way inside her. Bruce leaned forward and kissed her neck gently, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"Harley... you feel so good..." He whispered softly.

She let out another soft moan as he continued to thrust into her slowly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

They fucked slow and gentle, enjoying every sensation and sensation unlike their usual rough and wild fucking.

He kissed her deeply, passionately. She returned the kiss with equal passion, wrapping her arms around his neck as she clung to him.

He increased his pace slightly, thrusting faster and harder into her.

"Yes... Bruce..." Harley moaned between kisses.

Bruce smiled against her lips before he leaned down and started sucking on her neck.

"Ahhh... Feels so good. Never thought slow and deep would feel this good." Harley whispered breathlessly as she closed her eyes.

She moved her hands from around his neck and placed them on his chest, gripping his muscles tightly as he continued to thrust into her.

"So tight and warm, Harley. I love you..."

He kissed her lips again before he moved down and started kissing her neck once more. His tongue traced a path along her skin, making her shiver with delight. He then took her right nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it gently while he continued to thrust into her.

Harley arched her back and moaned loudly as he suckled on her breast. "Oh God, Bruce!" She cried out. "Don't stop!"

Bruce let go of her breast and moved to the next one, giving it the same treatment. He sucked her nipple hard, making Harley gasp and moan uncontrollably. She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh as she tried desperately to hold back her orgasm.

"Bruuuce... Please... Don't stop..." she begged breathlessly. "I'm gonna cum soon. Keep pushing in deep..."

Bruce was pulling out of her pussy entirely before thrusting himself fully back inside her. This sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her entire body, causing her to convulse uncontrollably.

Harley arched her back and cried out as she reached her climax. She gripped Bruce tightly, holding onto him tightly as she came all over his cock. He kept thrusting into her, prolonging her orgasm until she collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. Then she flipped him over and began to ride him in the cowgirl position.

She wasn't going hard or fast, but grinding her hips slowly and methodically against his body. "Ahhh..." she moaned softly as she rubbed herself against him.

He looked up at her face, admiring her beauty and her curves as she rode him.

"Harley..." He murmured, reaching up and cupping her boobs tenderly. "You're so beautiful..."

She smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips tenderly before whispering in his ear. "I love you."

Harley then pressed her hands on his chest while rocking her hips back and forth. She continued to grind against him, feeling his cock throb within her walls.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning softly as she enjoyed the sensation of his cock rubbing against her g-spot. Her breasts bounced rhythmically as she rocked her hips, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body.

Bruce watched her breasts bounce, enjoying the view immensely.

He was occasionally teasing her nipples by squeezing them lightly while pinching and rolling her areola with his thumbs.

After a few moments, she picked up the speed.

He could feel her getting to her second orgasm and he was close too.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm. He gripped her waist tightly as he bucked his hips upward, thrusting deeper inside her.

"I'm close, Harl," Bruce whispered breathlessly as he thrust deeper into her pussy.

She nodded silently as she continued to ride him, her hips moving faster and faster as she drew nearer to her second orgasm.

He could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his balls tightening as he prepared to cum inside her.

"Bruce!" Harley cried out, her whole body shaking violently. "Cum with me."

She leaned down and kissed him passionately, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other as they shared their pleasure.

Bruce held onto her tightly as he came deep inside her. Harley shuddered in ecstasy as she came and at the same time felt his hot semen fill her womb. She moaned softly, breaking the kiss as she buried her face on his neck, panting heavily.

"Wow." She whispered breathlessly. "That was amazing."

"Yes..." He replied, smiling happily. "You're amazing."

They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. After a few minutes, Harley lifted herself off Bruce's body and rolled over next to him.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, resting his chin on top of her head. They both lay there quietly, enjoying each other's warmth.

"So... This is it?" Harley asked. "I mean like just once is enough? Don't we need to go all day and night long for 7 days? We'll call it Harley's week-long marathon of pleasure and orgasm."

Bruce chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head gently. "Well, not to worry. After we take care of Darkseid and whatever mess is going on out there, I promise we can have a proper week-long marathon of pleasure and orgasm. And Selina, Jennifer, Sue, Ami, Diana, Pamela and everyone else will join in. We are gonna have one week of endless sex and pleasure."

"A big orgy with the harem?" Harley's eyes lit up with excitement.

"A big orgy with the harem," Bruce confirmed. "Now, let's rest. Tonight we are going to have sex in the shower and then in bed, then there's morning sex. I'm pretty sure, I'll wake up with my cock in your mouth, pussy, or ass."

"That's why I love you so much," Harley kissed him. "You know me so well."

Bruce chuckled again. "Yes. Now let's sleep for 4 hours, then we will resume."

"Alrighty," She hugged him and well... They drifted off to sleep.

[SHAZAM] Ch: 1 [The Dark Ages]

AN: As usual, you'll get the synopsis in this chapter.

Don't expect daily updates. Just writing this to clear my mind.

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"HEHEHEHEH!!!"

"AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

It started with a laugh.

Not a joke, not even a punchline. Just a laugh echoing in the dark, twisted, and poisoned mind of the Joker. He had always wanted to break Batman, but he realized the true power of destruction didn’t lie in Gotham. It lay with the gods.

So he changed his game. He got his hands on something new, chemicals mixed with Kryptonite dust and magic. Deadly, mind-bending stuff. He didn’t want to kill Superman or Billy Batson. He wanted to bend them. Make them break themselves.

Superman came home one night to Lois and Jon. Everything felt off. The air smelled wrong. He blinked, and the living room shifted. His mind warped. Shadows moved like people, and people looked like monsters. In that twisted vision, Lois became Doomsday. Jon screamed, and Superman heard the sound of General Zod.

Billy was no better. He thought his foster family was demons sent to drag him into hell. In a frenzy, powered by Shazam’s might and Joker’s madness, he struck them down one by one. Mary tried to stop him. Freddy begged. Darla cried. But Billy only saw monsters, not his siblings.

By the time the drug wore off, it was already over.

Superman stood in a pool of blood, his wife and son lifeless in his arms. Billy dropped to his knees in a ruined house, surrounded by bodies that still held love in their eyes, even in death.

"HEHEHEHEHEHE!"

"THE SHOW HAS ALREADY STARTED!"

Joker laughed.

He didn’t get to laugh long. Superman found him. No questions. No warnings. He flew straight through Arkham, dragged Joker out, and tore his heart from his chest with one hand.

But the damage was done.

That day, Superman and Shazam made a choice. No more mercy. No more holding back. Batman's no-kill rule? Gone. They believed if they had been harder, and stricter, their families would still be alive.

They blamed crime. They blamed chaos. They blamed the system that let criminals walk free. They blamed Batman for his no-killing rule.

So they started wiping it all out.

At first, the world cheered. Supervillains were dying one after another. Lex Luthor’s tower exploded with him in it. Black Adam’s bones turned to dust in the desert. Deathstroke was found crucified on a skyscraper. Harley Quinn, Boomerang, King Shark, The League of Assassins, and many other villains were annihilated. The crime rate dropped to zero.

But it didn’t stop there.

The two of them decided Earth needed order. A rule of power. Their rule. A world where no one would ever hurt again. Not because they wouldn’t want to, but because they wouldn’t be allowed to.

And so, the gods took the throne.

They created enforcers. Robots powered by magic and solar energy. Cities were turned into military zones. Curfews. Surveillance. Fear.

People obeyed.

They had no choice.

The Justice League met in secret. Batman led them. Diana, Arthur, J’onn, Hal, and Barry. They all agreed. Superman and Shazam had gone too far. It was no longer justice. It was tyranny.

They planned a strike.

But it didn’t go as planned.

The Watchtower was their meeting point. It became their grave.

Superman came first. He didn’t talk. He didn’t argue.

He incinerated Martian Manhunter before anyone saw him coming. Heat vision burned straight through J’onn’s skull. One moment calm, the next silence.

Wonder Woman charged him. The two clashed, shaking the entire station. She landed a few good hits. He broke her neck. Quick. Brutal. No hesitation.

Green Lantern tried to trap him in a construct cage. Billy arrived and ripped his ring finger off before Hal could react. Shazam crushed his skull under his boot. The ring flew off into space. 

Aquaman summoned water from the station’s reserves. It surged through the halls. He speared Billy through the chest with his trident.

Billy laughed.

He pulled the trident out and stabbed Arthur in the stomach with it. He didn’t even use lightning. He watched the King of Atlantis bleed out on the cold floor.

Flash tried to run. Not away, but fast enough to knock them both out. Speed-force attacks. Dodging heat vision, thunderclaps. He got a hit in. A real one. Shazam fell.

But not for long.

Superman caught him mid-run, faster than Barry thought possible. He smashed Flash’s knee, twisting it the wrong way. As Flash fell, Billy struck with lightning.

Barry screamed. Then vanished. His body is gone, but not by death.

Time pulled him. The Speed Force dragged him away, out of that moment and into something else for some reason. He heard a woman's voice in his head. "Run, Barry. Run." His legs healed, and in that haze, he ran and ran with just one thought in his mind. To go back to the past and change the future. 

Silence fell over the Watchtower.

Only Batman was left.

He had watched it all on monitors. He knew he couldn’t stop them alone. He vanished into the shadows of Earth, planning something bigger and smarter. But this time, he would have to bend his rules, too.

Flash woke up in a strange place. Ancient. Timeless. Stone walls covered in runes. Floating candles lit the chamber.

The Rock of Eternity.

He stumbled forward, limping, his body barely holding together. His costume was torn, and his skin burned.

He saw an old man sitting on a stone throne, holding a staff. The Wizard. The one who gave Billy his powers.

“Don’t… don’t choose him,” Barry gasped. “Don’t choose Billy Batson.”

The Wizard stood, confused. “What are you talking about, mortal?”

“They kill everyone. Superman. Shazam. They destroy the world.”

Barry tried to explain everything. The murders. The takeover. The League’s death.

But time doesn’t like interference.

A roar filled the chamber. A black portal opened behind Barry. Time wraiths appeared. Shadows with claws, born to protect the timeline. They reached for him.

Barry grabbed the Wizard’s robe. “Please… find someone else. DON'T CHOOSE BILLY BATSON.”

Then he was gone.

Dragged into the void, screaming.

The Wizard stood still, silent. His hand tightened around the staff.

In the future, thunder rumbled.

Darkseid and his army have arrived to search for the Anti-Life Equation. And without the heroes to stop him, he easily took over Earth. He manipulated Superman and turned him into one of his henchmen.

The Dark Ages had begun.

...

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[Real Earth]

John Mason wasn’t thinking about gods or timelines or comic books when he died.

He was thinking about the Principal's wife, her lipstick still smeared on his neck and cock, and the ridiculous satisfaction of lighting a joint on the office window sill while she was blowing him, hard. Life was a mess, but it was his mess.

Then the Principal walked in. No yelling. No questions. Just a Glock.

Bang.

Darkness.

But not for long.

John's eyes snapped open, and the first thing he felt was heat. Like an oven door left open, breathing dry fire in his face. The ground under him was cracked and scorched, dust kicking up into his throat with every breath. His shirt clung to his back, soaked with sweat.

People were kneeling around him, faces covered in grime, fear in their eyes. Men, women, and some teenagers. Everyone looked like they’d been through hell, or were still inside it. John blinked, trying to process it. This wasn’t a hospital. This wasn’t an afterlife either unless hell had mining shifts and gun-toting assholes barking orders.

A sharp crack of a whip made him flinch.

“GET UP, WORMS!” a voice bellowed.

Guards stormed in. Not soldiers—enforcers. Armor-plated, eyes glowing red behind matte-black helmets. Each one carried a rifle like it was part of their body. One of them kicked a man in the ribs. He groaned and crawled to his feet.

“You will mine until your last breath!” another guard shouted. “No breaks. No food unless we say. You dig, or you die.”

A teenage girl next to John whispered, “They don’t lie. They’ll kill you for blinking wrong.”

John looked at her, then at the others, and finally at the massive jagged walls surrounding them. Dark stone shimmered faintly, glowing with unnatural veins of red and green. Energy crackled in some places, like the rock was alive. Huge machines roared overhead, drilling deep into the Earth or whatever this place was.

Another crack. This time, it wasn’t a whip.

Gunfire.

A man ran. Skinny, desperate. He didn’t get far.

His head snapped back, and he dropped like a bag of meat. Dead before he hit the ground.

Everyone froze.

“No one escapes Kahndaq,” the lead guard growled.

That name. Kahndaq. It hit John like a punch.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered.

This wasn’t Earth. Or if it was, it wasn’t the Earth he knew. Kahndaq—home of Black Adam, warlord turned demigod. John remembered the name from the comics. The place was a myth, a mix of ancient curse and modern dictatorship. And now it was real, and he was here.

“What the fuck is going on,” John whispered.

Another guard stalked toward him. “You got a problem, newcomer?”

John looked up. “Yeah, I just died like… ten minutes ago. So either this is a very elaborate fever dream, or I’m in some kind of nightmare crossover episode.”

The guard didn’t like that.

He raised his rifle.

The teenage girl from earlier quickly pulled John to his knees. "Please forgive him. He's new. We'll work. Don't kill anymore."

The guard spat on her face. "Double shifts for your two. No water break." He walked away.

John exhaled slowly, trying to calm the adrenaline spike. “Hey… I’m sorry,” he muttered to the girl beside him.

She wiped the spit off her face with the back of her sleeve and didn’t look at him. “Forget it,” she said flatly. “First day’s always the worst.”

He watched her for a second. Young, maybe 17 or 19, maybe 20s. Hair buzzed short, dirt streaked across her cheek like war paint. But her eyes... her eyes didn’t belong to a kid. They were the eyes of someone who’d seen too much and had no choice but to keep going.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Luna,” she replied. “No last name. They took that too.”

John didn’t ask who “they” were. He had a feeling she wasn’t being metaphorical.

“You?”

“John,” he said. “John Mason.”

Luna finally looked at him. “You talk a lot for someone who’s not dead yet.”

John almost laughed. Almost. “Guess I got lucky.”

“No such thing here,” she said. “Just timing. Bad or worse.”

The next few hours were sweat, dirt, and silence. The air was thick and chemical, laced with something John couldn’t name but felt in his lungs. The work was brutal. Pickaxes, wheelbarrows, hauling jagged rocks under scorching sun-lamps that mimicked daylight but felt like hellfire. And the machines never stopped. Screeching, drilling, howling like beasts made of steel, and hunger.

When the shift finally ended... Well, if you could call it that... Luna collapsed next to him in a patch of shade carved out by the shadow of a crumbling wall.

John tried to breathe through the pain in his back. “How long have you been here?”

She shrugged. “Long enough to stop counting. Maybe a year. Maybe more.”

“They ever let anyone out?”

Luna laughed. Not a happy laugh. “Only in pieces.”

He didn’t push. Instead, he watched the other prisoners. Skin clung to bone. Eyes sunken. Hope buried so deep you’d need a resurrection to dig it out.

But Luna was different.

Even now, there was something defiant in her posture. Not rebellious, not stupid. Just… unbroken.

“You still think we’re getting out of here?” he asked quietly.

“I believe he’ll come back,” she said.

“Who?”

She turned her head, looking toward the horizon where a giant black tower loomed like a finger pointed at the gods. “Kahndaq’s real champion. The one they erased from history. The one they feared so much they buried his name.”

One Month Later

John was leaner now. Tougher. The weight he'd carried in his gut from a lazy life and a desk job was gone, burned away by endless shifts and hunger. His hands were torn, his skin sun-scorched and bruised. But his mind was sharper than ever. The daily horror had done something to him. Woken something up.

He learned fast. When to shut up. When to duck. When to fake a cough so he could catch a ten-second breath. He learned who the cruel guards were and who were just following orders. And he learned to listen.

The slaves talked when they thought no one was listening. Whispers about why they were digging. What the enforcers were looking for. Some said it was a relic from the old gods. Others claimed it was a piece of the ancient demon. Some believed it was just power. Pure, raw, untamed power buried deep in the Earth.

Kahndaq wasn’t just a prison.

It was a mine.

And someone up top—Asim Muhunnad, the self-proclaimed ruler—was willing to break the world to find what was hidden underneath it.

Luna told John what she knew. Asim wasn’t a god. He was a man with delusions, backed by tech, magic, and a brutal army of enforcers and zealots. He claimed divine right. Claimed the gods whispered to him. But Luna had seen too much to believe in gods anymore.

Except one.

“He’ll come back,” she said again one night. "One day we will be free..."

John sat beside her, nursing a cracked rib. “I don’t know how you still believe in anyone. Justice League knew about this, didn’t they?”

Luna’s jaw clenched. “Yeah. They know. Been knowing. Did nothing.”

“Why?”

“Politics. Borders. Diplomacy. Bullshit,” she spat. “This place doesn’t have oil or votes, so they let it rot. Even Batman won’t step in unless it’s clean and winnable. This isn’t. We’re not.”

John leaned his head back, staring at the fake sky projected above the mine. “So no one’s coming.”

Luna didn’t answer.

She didn’t have to.

They were alone.

And yet, even as the truth sank in, John felt something strange growing in his chest. A flicker. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was a purpose. Maybe it was both.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t giving up.

Not yet.

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[Far away from the mines]

In a black palace layered in obsidian and gold, Asim Muhunnad stood before a glowing map etched with symbols and shifting lines of energy.

“They’re getting closer,” his advisor said, gesturing to a red pulse blinking under the mountains.

Asim smiled. “Then dig faster.”

He turned to the window, watching the endless work below.

“The gods are watching,” he whispered. “And soon… they’ll kneel.”

[Ironman] Ch: 72 [Pleasure: Natasha's first]

Tony, Yelena, and Natasha took off the remaining clothes that they had left. They were completely naked now, standing right before his eyes. Tony sat with his back on the wall, as he took his time appreciating their bodies. Their breasts were large and firm, their skin pale and flawless. Their hips curved perfectly. Their pussies were glistening with juices like some ripe mango, just waiting there to be sucked.

Natasha's pubes were trimmed in the shape of a landing strip, while Yelena's were clean-shaven.

He couldn't believe his luck. These women were gorgeous, and they were all his.

'Holy shit.'

"Turn around. I wanna see those cute asses of yours," he said to them.

The two girls turned around, sticking out their rears as far as they could. Tony was mesmerized by the sight. Their butts were perfectly shaped, round, and peachy. He wanted to grab them, squeeze them, spank them, fuck them. He wanted everything.

"Like what you see?" Natasha asked playfully.

"Oh yeah!" Tony replied.

Yelena wiggled her rear slightly, making it bounce up and down. "You wanna touch them?"

"Touch them? I am gonna eat them," Tony said with a satisfied grin. "Get on your fours. I wanna eat both of you."

Natasha and Yelena got on their fours and bent over, sticking their butts up in the air. Their faces were almost touching, and they were staring at each other with lust-filled eyes. They knew what was coming next.

Tony moved behind Natasha first. He kissed her right butt cheek gently, then gave it a light bite. She gasped, her breath hitching in her throat. He moved down to her left butt cheek, kissing and biting it too.

Then he spread her asscheeks apart, revealing her pink little asshole and her wet pussy.

He licked his lips. This was going to be fun.

"Ahhhh! Oh, God! Yes!" Natasha cried out.

He started off by licking her outer lips. His tongue slowly circled around her entrance. She was dripping wet, and her juices tasted sweet. He continued to lick her pussy, and she moaned louder.

"Oh, yes! Fuck! Mmmmmmm! Yes!" she gasped.

He focused on her clit now, flicking it with his tongue. Her moans grew louder, and she arched her back, pushing herself against him. He sucked on her clit and bit it gently. His hands were busy squeezing her butt cheeks, which made her even more aroused.

Her legs trembled.

Her breathing quickened.

She felt so soft in his hands.

Tony licked her clit, moving his tongue in circles before slowly moving up toward her pussy hole and when he reached there, he pushed his tongue inside.

"Wha...! Shit! God, Tony. What are you doing?" Natasha felt a jolt of pleasure run over her body. It was a feeling, she had never felt before.

The hot air of his mouth and nose, the way his hot tongue moved in and out of her vagina, the way he sucked her wet pussy lips. It was driving her crazy. She wanted more.

"Ahhh! Aaahhhhhhh!"

He kept eating her pussy until she came, her entire body shaking and quivering. She collapsed onto the mat, panting heavily, her face flushed red.

"Holy shit," she breathed.

Tony licked his lips, "Yummy and juicy."

"C'mon. Enough with her. My turn," Yelena who had been watching him pleasure Natasha, whined.

"Impatient, are we?" Tony teased as he turned to face Yelena's butt and spanked her.

Spattt!!

Yelena gasped. The sensation was unexpected.

"What are you doing?"

"Spanking the naughty girl for being impatient."

Spattt!!

"Mummm~ Ouuch," Yelena groaned, "More!"

"What? You like it?" Tony asked, surprised.

"Yes!" Yelena confessed, "I don't know why, but I kinda like it. Spank more."

Tony chuckled, "As you wish," he said as he spanked her again, this time harder than before.

"Ouuch! More!" Yelena cried out, clearly enjoying herself. "Harder."

Tony slapped her butt repeatedly, each blow making Yelena gasp in pain. But despite that, she was enjoying every second of it.

Her butt cheeks were turning redder with every slap. And her pussy was twitching from arousal.

'What the hell is this feeling?' She wondered.

Tony was enjoying the sight of Yelena's red butt as well as her dripping pussy. He couldn't wait to taste her any longer. He buried his face into her wetness, devouring her.

"Aaahhhh! Oh! Shit! Mmmmmmm!" Yelena cried out, arching her back.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably, as Tony licked her pussy.

She had never experienced anything like this before. It felt amazing.

"Tony! Yes! Please!" she begged. "Please, keep doing what you're doing!"

He continued licking her pussy, while squeezing her butt cheeks with both hands. He could feel her wetness flowing out of her pussy onto his face. She tasted delicious.

"Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck, yes!"

Slurrpp~!

Tony started sucking on her clit, flicking it with his tongue. This sent shivers down her spine.

He then began to rub her clit with his finger while his tongue flicked around her pussy hole. This made Yelena moan louder and louder.

"Ugh! Fuck!" she groaned. "Holy shit! That feels good!"

"You like it when I suck on your clit?" Tony asked, knowing full well the answer already.

"We should have done this earlier," Yelena said panting heavily. "Fuck! You're driving me crazy!"

Tony chuckled, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this. How many times have I fantasized about eating you out?"

"Not enough," she replied, breathing heavily.

"Then I better make up for lost time," Tony said before going back to work. He licked her pussy with renewed vigor, pushing his tongue deep inside her.

"Yeah~ Aaaahh~" Yelena's hips began to shake and her inner thighs trembled as she squirted on Tony's face without a warning. But Tony opened his mouth wide, catching her juices in his mouth. Unlike Natasha, Yelena was a big squirter.

"God...! Ahhh~!" Yelena panted as she came. She collapsed onto the mat, gasping for air.

Tony stood up and turned around. His cock was hard as a rock, pointing straight up at the ceiling.

Natasha stared at it hungrily, licking her lips. She wanted it. She needed it. She quickly went on her back and spread her legs wide open for Tony. There was fire in her eyes.

"Are you ready for the main dish, Tony?" Natasha asked. "I want your cock inside me, NOW."

Tony nodded. He positioned himself between her legs and rubbed his cock all over her wet pussy, mixing his precum and her juices together. He placed his tip at her entrance and slowly pushed into her, inch by inch.

"Shh~" Natasha closed her eyes as she felt her pussy being stretched wide open by his thick cock. She clenched her teeth, trying to get used to the sensation.

Tony kept slowly moving forward, and then he felt it. Her hymen. He stopped. He looked at Natasha. Well, the thing is... both of them had forgotten that the nanites and serum that healed Natasha had also healed her hymen.

"Nat?" He asked.

"I guess the serum fixed everything," Natasha said with a shy smile. "So... Go slow. And please be gentle. I don't have my enhancements anymore. And don't cum too early." She whispered the last words with a wink.

Tony leaned in and whispered in her ears, "Don't worry. I won't." Then he started moving again. Inch by inch.

Natasha winced as his tip pierced through her virginity. There was pain but Tony's lips captured hers, kissing away the pain. She hugged him tightly, feeling his cock going further inside her.

"Mmmmm..."

The mixture of pain and pleasure sent shivers down her spine.

After a few seconds, Tony was completely inside her.

"Oh, God," Natasha moaned softly, "Wait a sec. You are so fucking big, Tony."

"Is it painful?" He asked.

She shook her head slightly. "No, not really. Just a little sting... Ohh~ Just give me some time to get used to it."

They remained still for a few moments. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her. It felt incredible. She finally relaxed and began moving her hips slowly, grinding herself against him.

"You can go slowly," Natasha whispered.

Tony smiled at her. He slowly moved his hips back and forth, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in.

"Ahh~ Mmmm... Yeah~" Natasha moaned softly, biting her lower lip.

"God, Nat. You feel amazing," Tony groaned.

Natasha wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight. He leaned in to kiss her again while continuously rocking his hips back and forth.

Tony picked up speed gradually until he was fucking her hard and fast. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room along with the loud moans of both of them.

Natasha was doing her best to keep her moans from escaping her mouth. She didn't want anyone to hear them. Tony was grunting as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight pussy. She was so wet and slippery that his cock slipped out occasionally, only to be pushed back in again by her eagerness.

She looked down between their bodies to watch as his thick shaft entered her repeatedly. She was amazed at how easily his cock disappeared inside her.

Beside them, Yelena was rubbing her pussy while watching them fuck each other. Her one hand was rubbing her clit and her other was squeezing her erect nipples.

She wanted to join them, but she also wanted to wait her turn.

"Fuck!" Natasha cried out suddenly as she came, her body convulsing violently beneath Tony's. She grabbed onto his arms tightly as her orgasm washed over her.

He kept pumping into her without slowing down or stopping. She was still climaxing when he thrust into her one final time and let out a deep groan. His cock twitched and pulsed inside her as he unloaded his seed deep within her womb.

"Fuck, Natasha. Your pussy feels so good," Tony moaned loudly.

His orgasm lasted longer considering this was his very first sex. He wanted to hold back longer, but she was just too good and her pussy was too tight. He just couldn't help but cum. Once his orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled out of her. A flood of semen spilled out of her pussy and trickled down onto the floor.

"Wow! Look at the cum," Yelena crawled over to them and looked at the white fluid dripping down from Natasha's pussy. "This is so hot. How does it feel, Nat?" She asked.

"Just... Amazing. I can't believe I waited for this long," Natasha answered with a smile.

Yelena licked her lips as she looked at Tony's cum covered cock. "I want this inside me now," she said, glancing up at him.

"You dirty girl. My cock is covered with her juices and my cum and you want it inside you?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

Yelena nodded eagerly. "Yes, I love your dirty cock," she replied. "Now, give it to me." She lay on her back and spread her legs open.

Tony went over and grabbed a fistful of her hair, slightly pulling her head up and meeting her gaze, "You want my cock?"

"Yeah," Yelena smirked. She loved this rough treatment. "Give it to me hard. Make me scream," she challenged him.

"Get on your fours. I'm gonna take you from behind," Tony ordered.

Yelena turned over quickly and raised her hips high up in the air. Her butt cheeks were spread apart, giving him a good view of her puckered asshole and her wet pussy. Tony placed his tip at her entrance...

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AN: Tomorrow next chapter. It will be focused on Yelena.

[Ironman] Ch: 71 [Rules & kisses]

[Training Room]

The smoothie cup sat forgotten on the floor.

Yelena stayed seated on the edge of the mat. Natasha stretched out nearby, leaning back on her hands. Tony stood with his arms crossed, pacing slowly in front of them, eyes on the floor.

He finally stopped and looked up.

"Alright. If we're doing this, we're going to need rules."

Natasha tilted her head. "Rules?"

"Yeah. Guidelines. Boundaries. Structure," Tony said. "I don't want this thing to fall apart just because we all decided to feel things at the same time."

Yelena raised an eyebrow. "So this is a briefing now?"

Tony gave a half-smile. "Yeah. And I'm leading it. First rule. No emotions in the field. No personal crap during missions. If something's brewing between us, we leave it at the door."

He looked at both of them.

"I mean it. If you're pissed, confused, jealous, hurt, anything. You bury it. If you can't, you stay behind. No questions. No pride. We can't afford hesitation out there."

Natasha gave a small nod. "Fair."

Yelena didn't look as convinced, but she nodded too.

Tony kept going.

"Second. No secrets between the three of us. No silent treatment. No disappearing for days. You need space? Say so. You're hurting? Say so. Otherwise, we don't know how to have your back."

"Agreed," Natasha said.

"Third. If any of us ever becomes a threat to the mission, to Horizon, or to the world…" Tony paused. "We don't flinch. Doesn't matter who it is. If I lose control, if either of you do, the others pull the trigger. No hesitation."

The silence that followed was cold. Heavy.

Yelena was the one to answer.

"Even if it's you?"

Tony nodded. "Especially if it's me."

Natasha folded her arms. "Alright. But that goes for everyone. No mercy if someone crosses the line."

"Good," Tony said. "Fourth. No manipulating each other. No testing loyalty. No games. This isn't a spy movie. This is real. If you've got a problem, bring it up. Face to face."

Yelena's voice came quiet. "And what if we don't want to?"

"Then this doesn't work," Tony replied. "This only works if we trust each other. Completely."

He took a breath, then continued.

"Fifth. No surveillance. No tracking each other without permission. No reading private logs. No hidden AIs running background checks."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Says the man who once hacked my biometrics for fun."

Tony shrugged. "Exactly. I know how easy it is to cross the line. So we draw it now. And we don't cross it."

He looked at both of them again.

"Sixth. If you feel something, say it. We don't get points for suffering in silence. We don't get stronger by pretending we don't care. If this is going to work, then we have to stop assuming the worst from each other."

Neither of them spoke, but the air shifted.

Softer now. More grounded.

"Last rule," Tony said, voice quieter. "We protect each other. Not just in the field. Emotionally. Mentally. If someone's spiraling, the others step in. No waiting. No asking. We pull each other out, even if it pisses us off."

He stepped forward, extending a hand.

"Those are my terms. You want to do this the right way? Then we all agree. Right here. Right now."

Yelena stared at his hand for a long moment.

Then she reached up and took it.

Natasha followed.

Fingers gripped tight.

Not just a gesture.

A pact.

No lies. No ego. No illusions.

Three warriors.

Three hearts.

One dangerous agreement.

And not a single backup plan.

The handshake broke. The pact was sealed.

For a moment, no one moved.

Then Yelena spoke, calm but direct.

"Alright. Now that we've got the rules... I want my kiss."

Tony blinked. "What?"

She stood up slowly, brushing imaginary dust off her thighs, eyes fixed on him.

"You heard me. You kissed Natasha like the world was ending. Like she was oxygen. I want mine."

He opened his mouth, maybe to say something smart, maybe to stall, but he never got the chance.

Yelena stepped forward, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pushed him straight down onto the mat with a controlled shove. He hit the floor with a surprised grunt, still processing.

Before he could get a word out, she straddled him.

Her legs slid over his hips, her weight balanced perfectly. Widow-trained. Confident. She wasn't teasing. She wasn't asking. She was claiming.

She grabbed his hands and brought them to her hips, then guided them lower. Bold. Unapologetic. She placed his palms firmly on the curve of her ass and held them there.

Tony's breath caught.

Yelena leaned forward just enough to close the distance, her hair falling slightly forward, her eyes locked on his.

"No distractions. No hesitation. No comparison," she said, her voice low and even. "Just me. Just you. Right now. I want to feel that look you gave her. I want to feel it for me."

Tony stared up at her. There was no mischief in her face, no false play. Just fire and hurt and want, twisted together in that beautifully dangerous way only Yelena could carry.

She wasn't doing this to compete.

She was doing this to be seen.

To be wanted.

Tony sat up slightly, closing the space between them, his hands still on her, gripping tighter now. Real. Present.

His voice dropped, low and honest. "You've always had my attention."

"Then prove it," she whispered.

And he did.

He leaned in and kissed her.

Not soft.

Not gentle.

Hungry.

She met him halfway, her fingers gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened fast, heat sparking between them as weeks of unspoken tension finally gave way. Her hips shifted against his just slightly, enough to draw a low sound from his throat, a sound she swallowed with another kiss.

No hesitation.

No pretending.

She pulled back an inch, breathless, lips barely brushing his.

"That's more like it."

Tony smirked, hands still holding her close. "You planning to collect that twice a week too?"

Yelena smiled, slow and wicked. "Oh, Stark. That was just my down payment."

Behind them, Natasha coughed once.

They both turned their heads slightly, not embarrassed, just… aware.

Natasha leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a small smirk. "Looks like you got your kiss."

Yelena looked back at her sister. "Damn right I did."

Then she turned back to Tony, lowered her voice again. "You better be ready to keep up. Because I'm not holding back."

Tony smirked as he flipped her over, pinning her down under him. He moved her palm from her stomach, slowly guiding it up along the muscles of her abdomen to rest on her chest. He gave her right boob a slight squeeze before moving up and then he grabbed her throat lightly.

Yelena let out a soft gasp and looked into his eyes with a sly smile. She was enjoying this situation.

"Neither am I."

He leaned down and kissed her again, rougher this time. His hand slid from her throat, over her breasts, and down her side to grip her hips again.

Yelena responded to his kiss eagerly, letting herself get lost in the heat of it, giving in to the feeling of his body against hers. It felt good to let go.

He pulled back and looked toward Natasha who was still sitting and looking at them in front of her.

"You want some?"

"Are you perhaps inviting me to join your kissing session?" Natasha replied playfully.

"Well, yeah. And possibly more than just that," he said with a grin.

"I don't know. I like to be on top if I'm honest," she retorted, a smile playing on her lips.

"You gotta earn your position, Romanoff," he said, looking back at Yelena.

She grinned and then bit his lip gently.

"I can do that."

Natasha joined in the little kissing session.

They sat on Tony's left and right.

Natasha, on the left, and Yelena, on the right.

Tony turned toward Natasha, raised her chin with his fingers, and began kissing her deeply.

Natasha leaned into it, returning his intensity. They had done this before, but there was something different about it this time. A new edge.

He broke away after a few seconds, his lips still brushing hers.

Then, Yelena pulled his face towards her and kissed him hard.

Their tongues tangled and danced. They were fighting for dominance.

He broke away from her and leaned forward to Natasha again, kissing her harder than before. His hands roamed up her shirt. He caressed her breasts over her bra.

She moaned softly.

Yelena moved to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys all over his skin.

"You really do enjoy this, don't you?" Natasha asked, grinning.

"I love it. I'm not ashamed," Yelena responded.

Tony's hands moved down Natasha's shirt, lifting it up over her head. His lips traveled down her chest, planting soft kisses across her collarbone, down her cleavage.

She ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave into the pleasure. She felt like she was floating.

Yelena watched them, entranced. It was hotter than she would ever admit out loud. She watched him take off her bra, and her big boobs sprang free.

His tongue flicked against one of her nipples while his hand fondled the other. Natasha let out a soft moan.

"God, that feels so good," she breathed.

Her back arched slightly, pushing herself closer to him. His lips moved further down, planting kisses across her stomach. He paused for a second when he reached her navel, and then he turned to Yelena.

A wild smile was plastered on her face, and her pupils were dilated. She looked almost animalistic.

Yelena quickly took off her top and bra, giving Tony the complete view for the first time. She was beautiful, with big, round tits and soft, smooth skin. Her nipples were...

"Wow! Inverted nipples? That's cool." Tony commented, amazed by her body.

"You think so? Ain't it weird, you know..." Yelena asked a bit self-consciously.

"No, no, not at all. In fact, I find it sexy and unique," Tony reassured her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said as he leaned in and kissed her nipples. Well, they were still inside... But as he began to lick her areolas, she gasped and then moaned as they slowly came out.

He sucked on them and rolled his tongue around each one. Her eyes were closed. Her back was arched. She was in heaven.

"Mmmmmmmm! Oh, God! Tony, yes! Oh, fuck!" she whimpered as his tongue circled her nipples.

Natasha looked at Yelena's face. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was heavy. She was enjoying herself, and it was making her hotter and hornier than ever. 'This is so sexy,' She thought.

Tony pulled away from Yelena's boobs. Her inverted nipples were now hard and fully erect. They were pinkish-red and looked delicious. He wanted more.

"Don't forget about me," Natasha said with a seductive smile.

"I was just getting started," Tony replied. 'Oh, boy. Never thought my first was going to be a freaking threesome with two Widows. God, I love life.'

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AN: Now that I look back, this is my first book where the first segs is a threesome.

Just for fun poll. Now that both are technically virgin, since the serum & nanites healed their bodies. Who should be the first to lose their virginity along with Tony?

In short, Tony's first.

[Ironman] Ch: 70 [Natasha's perfect solution]

AN: Here begins the harem. A little late. But here you go.

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Tony stood there, still holding the smoothie, watching Yelena's back as she tried to walk away.

"Jealous?" he repeated. "Of what?"

She stopped.

Her fists clenched.

And then slowly, she turned around.

"You never looked at me like that," she said quietly.

Tony blinked. "Like what?"

"Like the way you look at her," Yelena said, each word sharp as glass. "I saw you. On the floor. With Natasha. You were... kissing her like she was the only person on Earth. Like she was gravity. Like she was home."

Tony's lips parted, a breath caught in his throat.

"I wasn't spying," Yelena continued, jaw clenched. "I brought food. For you. Because that's our thing, right? We do that. You joke, I roll my eyes. We eat. We train. We don't talk about what any of it means."

She looked away for a second, then back.

"And I just keep wondering," Yelena continued, her voice rising slightly, but still steady. Controlled. "Why didn't you ever kiss me like that? Why didn't you ever even try? Why didn't you ever make a move on me? I... I'm not so good with feelings, but I did try to..."

"Yelena…"

"Is it because I'm not her?" she snapped. "Because I'm not graceful like Natasha? Because I am not good with words like Natasha, or because I was just a mission partner? Or is it because she's more beautiful than me?"

'Damn it! I was so busy with work... Trying to make the world a better place and... Haa...' Tony stepped forward, shaken now. "What? No. God, no, Yelena..."

"Then what?" she asked, voice cracking now. "What did I do wrong? I trained beside you. I bled for you. I stayed beside you, more than she ever has. I was there. Every day. And I thought…"

Her throat tightened.

"I thought I mattered."

Tony took another step, but slower this time, cautious. His voice softened. "You do. You do matter."

She laughed bitterly. "Funny way of showing it."

Tony finally set the smoothie down and ran a hand through his hair. "You don't get it. I didn't stay away because you didn't matter. I stayed away because you do. Yelena, you scare the hell out of me. You see through all the bullshit. You don't give a damn about my money or my tech. You talk to me like I'm just… a guy. Like I'm just Tony. Not Stark. Not Iron Man. Just... me."

Yelena's eyes shimmered, but she blinked hard, swallowing it.

"That's not an excuse," she said.

"I know. I know it's not. But it's the truth." He paused. "Natasha and I? We've been dancing around each other for years. It's easy to fall into that. Habit. Familiarity. Pain with a smile."

He took a breath, voice quieter now.

"But with you... it's something else. Something I didn't see coming. You challenge me. You fight me, not just in the training room. And yeah, maybe I avoided you because I didn't know how to handle that. Or what to do with it."

She looked down at her boots. "You should've just told me."

"I should've," he agreed. "But I didn't know how. I... I am not good with emotions like this. I was in love with Natasha way before the Red Room thing. Then, the last two and half years... You came into my life. You made me feel things, complicated feelings. The same way Natasha made me feel. I was afraid."

"Afraid?" She whispered.

"Yeah. Afraid of breaking both your and Nat's hearts. That's why I never made a move against any of you. I just kept it locked up and went on doing what I do best... Create things. Then, today when Nat came at me... Like... Haaa... I just couldn't... It just happened in the spur of the moment," Tony did his best to explain.

Yelena didn't respond at first. Her eyes were locked on Tony's face, searching for something, maybe the truth, maybe a lie, maybe just a reason to walk away without looking back.

And then the door behind them opened.

Soft footsteps.

They both turned.

Natasha stood there.

No smirk. No mask. Just… her.

Her gaze flicked from Tony to Yelena. And she already knew. She had probably known for longer than either of them admitted. Maybe that's why she'd made her move today, because she'd seen the shift, felt the distance.

Natasha crossed her arms, her voice calm. "Yelena. I need to ask you something."

Yelena blinked. "Now's not really..."

"Do you love him?" Natasha cut in.

The room went still.

Tony froze.

Yelena stiffened like she'd been slapped. "What?"

"I said," Natasha repeated, stepping closer, "do you love him? Not the way you love being right. Not as a way to beat me at something. Not because he makes you laugh when you forget how to smile. I mean really love him. Like… you'd let him see the parts of you no one else gets to see. The broken ones. The scared ones. The ones you bury under sarcasm and Widow pride."

Yelena's jaw tightened.

"That's not fair," she said quietly.

"No, it's not," Natasha agreed. "But I'm asking anyway."

Yelena looked away, her chest rising and falling with unsteady breath. "You think this is about beating you?"

Natasha shook her head. "No. I think… you don't even know what it's about yet. And maybe that scares you more than it scares him."

Tony watched in silence. He didn't move. This wasn't his moment.

Yelena looked at Natasha again, and something shifted. Less anger. More pain. More truth.

"Yes," she said finally, voice raw. "I love him."

Silence.

Natasha didn't flinch. Didn't back down.

"Then you should've said something," she said gently. "Before today."

"I didn't think I had to," Yelena whispered. "I thought it showed. In the way I stayed. In the way I fought. In the way I never asked him for anything but time."

Tony stepped forward now, slow and careful. "And I should've seen it. But I didn't. That's on me."

Yelena met his eyes. "Does she win now?"

"It's not a competition," Natasha said softly. "It was never supposed to be."

Yelena scoffed bitterly. "Maybe not for you."

And with that, she turned and just walked a few steps, creating a little distance between them.

There was a moment of silence.

Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair again.

Natasha walked to his side and looked at the half-spilled smoothie still sitting on the floor.

"She made that for you?" she asked.

"Every day," Tony replied.

Natasha nodded once. Then quietly, "She's not wrong, you know."

Tony frowned. "About what?"

"You being scared of her," she said, turning toward him. "Because she sees you. Not the version you try to sell. The real one."

Tony didn't argue. "She deserves better than this mess."

"She deserves honesty," Natasha said. "So do I."

Tony looked at her, eyes tired. "What do we do now?"

There was a moment of silence...

Natasha broke the silence first.

"Okay," she said, calm, steady. "Let's stop pretending."

Tony tilted his head. "Pretending?"

She walked to Yelena. "You love him."

Yelena tensed, not backing away from the truth anymore. "Yeah. I do."

Natasha looked at Tony next. "And you love her."

He hesitated, but only for a breath. "Yeah."

She nodded, then looked between them. "And you love me."

Tony's voice was quiet. "Yeah."

Natasha took a breath and dropped the bomb. "Then let's stop trying to choose."

Both Tony and Yelena blinked.

"What?" Yelena said, voice sharp with disbelief.

Natasha didn't flinch. "We live in a world that tries to shove people into one box. One path. One answer. But we're not normal people. We were made to survive impossible things. So maybe... we stop playing by normal rules."

Yelena stared at her like she'd grown a second head. "Are you saying we... what, share him?"

Natasha shrugged, calm. "Yes."

Tony's eyes went wide. "Wait, hold on..."

"No." Yelena cut in, stepping forward. "You're not serious."

"I am," Natasha said plainly. "I've seen the way he looks at you. I've felt the way he looks at me. And I've watched both of you suffer trying to dance around each other like this won't explode eventually. So... why not make our own rules?"

Yelena looked like she couldn't decide if she was about to laugh or hit something. "That's insane."

"Probably," Natasha admitted. "But I'd rather be insane with a little bit of truth than sane with a pile of regret."

Tony finally found his voice. "Are we really having this conversation right now?"

"Do you want us to stop?" Natasha asked.

Tony rubbed his face. "I don't even know what the hell to say."

Yelena crossed her arms, still reeling. "You're really okay with this? With just... handing him over half the time?"

"I'm not handing anyone anything," Natasha said. "We're choosing. Together. Or we're not. But let's stop pretending we don't all feel it."

Yelena paced, clearly overwhelmed. "You think this is some cute solution to make everyone happy?"

"No," Natasha said. "I think it's a shot at not losing each other. That's all."

Tony looked at Yelena, his voice soft now. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to hurt you."

She turned to him, eyes locked. "But you did."

"I know," he said. "And I'll regret it for a long time. But if there's a way through this that doesn't involve losing either of you... I want to try. If you do."

Silence fell. Heavy. Real.

Yelena looked at Natasha again. "You're sure?"

"I am," Natasha said. "I've watched you chase death for so long. Maybe it's time we try chasing something else."

Yelena didn't respond right away. But something in her eyes softened. Just a little.

"I'm not promising anything," she muttered. "This is... stupid."

"Most things worth doing are," Natasha replied.

Yelena looked at Tony again, then back at Natasha. She exhaled.

"If he messes this up…"

"We bury him," Natasha said without missing a beat.

Tony raised both hands. "Noted."

Yelena sighed and sat down heavily on the couch. "I need vodka."

Natasha grinned and dropped next to her. "We all do."

Tony looked between them, half-stunned, half-speechless. "So... this is happening?"

Yelena reached over and grabbed the smoothie. "I'm drinking this out of spite."

Tony smiled. "Please do."

Natasha leaned back, folding her arms. "Welcome to the weirdest love triangle in history."

Yelena took a sip and muttered, "More like a triangle that just decided to be a straight-up trident."

[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 99 [Batpole into the Quantum Sunrise]

[Mars]

The ground was still glowing. Bruce stood quietly in the center, his new armor pulsing with energy. The power of the Ten Rings now flowed through his body like it had always belonged there.

But he hadn’t forgotten his promise.

The nine spirits who had helped him master the rings… they had been trapped for thousands of years. Bound to ancient metal. Voiceless. Formless.

That ended today.

Bruce raised his hand, and golden light poured from his palm. Infinity energy shimmered in the air, like stardust dancing on the wind.

With calm focus, he shaped that light into nine humanoid bodies, crafted from pure energy, each one different, yet beautiful in its own way.

One by one, the glowing forms took shape.

Then, the spirits moved forward.

The first to step in was Remaker. Her form was tall and elegant, with silver eyes and armor that shimmered like polished stone. As she touched the body, her spirit merged with it. The light dimmed, and she gasped, breathing real air for the first time in ages.

“I... I can feel,” she whispered, smiling as she looked down at her hands.

Next came Zero, the spirit of ice. Her form was slender and pale, her hair like falling snow. She stepped into her new body slowly, with grace. As her eyes opened, a faint mist surrounded her, and she spoke in a calm voice. “It’s cold... and beautiful.”

Incandescence, the flame spirit, followed. She had bright, golden skin and fiery red hair that crackled with heat. When she took her form, flames danced across her fingertips. She grinned wide. “Finally free. Finally real.”

Spectral, the one who controlled disintegration, stepped forward silently. Her body was lean, and her eyes glowed violet. She was quiet, but when she touched her new form, a soft hum echoed in the air. “This… feels right.”

Spin, the wind spirit, twirled in mid-air before entering her body. Her short white hair fluttered even without wind. Once she settled into her form, she laughed. “I can breathe again!”

Influence, the force-beam spirit, had a more muscular build. Her skin had golden lines that pulsed with strength. As she took her new form, she looked at Bruce with steady eyes. “You kept your word.”

Nightbringer, the spirit of darkness, stepped from the shadows. Her body was cloaked in black, with glowing silver irises. Her voice was soft but strong. “After all this time… I am free.”

Daimonic, the spirit of light, glowed brighter than the rest. She had pure white hair, almost shining, and her smile was peaceful. “You gave me form... and peace. Thank you, Bruce.”

And finally, The Liar, the mind spirit.

She was the last to step forward, her form smooth and shifting, like her shape wasn’t fully set. Her eyes changed colors as she blinked, and her smile was playful. “I never imagined being real would feel this... strange. I like it.”

Bruce watched them all nine women, once ancient spirits, now truly alive.

"Well, there you go. I kept my promise. You girls are free."

[Three Days Later] [Shield's base]

Despite Bruce’s best efforts, Thor remained unconscious. His body had fully healed, but something else lingered inside him. A strange, alien energy. Hela also tried to heal him but failed. She needs time to master her power.

Well. Bruce concluded that the foreign energies from the multiple dimensions and reality jump got entangled with Thor's power. At the moment, all he could do was use his cosmic energy to slowly siphon the energy out of Thor's system. 

The Fallen One decided to take over the job since Bruce got to continue training his power and as usual, built something big to face the upcoming danger.

And so, while Thor remained suspended in silence…

Another storm had started brewing back home.

[Home]

Harley Quinn was not amused.

Not even remotely amused.

And that was saying something.

She stood in the hallway outside Bruce’s bedroom, arms crossed, wearing a bathrobe, bunny slippers, and a facial mask that was slowly sliding off her chin. Her bat was leaning against the wall like a silent threat.

Across from her, frozen mid-step, was Zero, clutching a tray of tea.

“You ain’t slick, Snowflake,” Harley said coolly, eye twitching. “That’s the third night in a row you ‘accidentally’ wandered toward Brucie’s room with ‘tea.’ What’s next? A full-course breakfast in lingerie?”

Zero blinked, unfazed. “He hasn’t eaten dinner. I calculated a 67% chance he’s still awake. I merely wished to...”

Harley stepped forward.

Clonk.

The bottom of her slipper tapped the ground.

“You wished to ‘what,’ Elsa? Test if his tongue freezes too? I will throw you into a hot tub until you melt, I swear.”

Zero narrowed her eyes. “You are irrational.”

“And you are tryin’ to seduce my man while he's half-asleep!”

The hallway fell into awkward silence.

Then...

Clink.

Spectral, in her glowing violet robe, drifted down the stairs behind them, casually holding a glowing cube.

“Technically, she’s not wrong. Bruce’s vitals peak between 2 and 4 a.m. It’s an optimal window for… biological bonding.”

“Oh my GOD!” Harley spun around, hands on her head. “You girls are like a bunch of horny bunnies!”

"Ha," Zero turned back with a sigh. "Says the one who rode him 4 hours straight last night."

"That's it. I'm gonna break your bones," Harley picked up her bat and chased after Zero, who by that time had disappeared. Well, turned to icy mist to be precise. "Playin' dirty, are we? Just ya wait. I'm gonna make you feel some real pain... 4 hours straight."

...

Harley stood by the coffee machine, chugging her third espresso like it was a life-saving potion.

Across from her, seated around the massive marble kitchen island, were all nine girls. Each of them was dressed, yes… but somehow still managed to ooze elemental goddess energy like they were starring in a perfume ad. 

They decided to live with Bruce till the big danger was over.

Remaker was flipping through architectural magazines. Nightbringer sat in the corner, reading Bruce’s journals with her legs tucked beneath her. Daimonic quietly meditated in a sunbeam. Influence was doing push-ups on the ceiling, shirtless. Her big boobs were hanging like two big melons.

And Spin?

Spin had made pancakes in the shape of bats.

Bruce entered the kitchen, barely dodging a flying spatula.

“Morning,” he said, rubbing his temples.

Harley marched over, dragging him aside. “Brucie. Babe. Love of my chaotic, bat-filled life—we need to talk.”

Bruce arched a brow. “About what?”

Harley gestured at the elemental demigoddesses now permanently living in their house.

“About them! You brought back a nine-pack of superpowered calendar girls, and now they’re sleepin' in robes, practicin’ yoga on the roof, and makin’ me feel like I’m guarding the last slice of cake at a birthday party!”

Bruce gave her a small smile. “I did promise them freedom.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize ‘freedom’ came with sparkly cleavage and full-on seduction schedules! Zero keeps trying to slip into your bed at night like she’s your frost-powered weighted blanket!”

“She just wanted to talk.”

Harley narrowed her eyes. “Talk about how she wants to ride your Batpole into the quantum sunrise?”

Bruce blinked.

“…Harls.”

“I caught her with whipped cream last night, Brucie.”

He blinked again.

“…Okay, that’s fair.”

[Some funny situation: Harley vs The new girls]

Harley sets up magical motion sensors in front of Bruce’s bedroom. Zero freezes them mid-beep, walks in, finds Harley sitting on the bed waiting. "Try again, Frosty."

Spin invites Bruce for a “wind meditation session” on the rooftop. Harley parachutes down from the Batwing. “Hey! I invented rooftop therapy with him! Move!”

Daimonic offers Bruce a massage with “healing light.” Harley bursts into the room wearing full spa gear and her own massage oils. “Out-heal this, sunshine!”

Nightbringer tries to sneak into Bruce’s shadow. Harley hits her with a portable floodlight. “Try hiding now, Glowy!”

Spectral leaves a note on Bruce’s door that says “I want to dissolve into your arms.” Harley eats it.

...

Bruce sat on the couch, finally catching his breath after a day filled with meetings, scans of Thor, and Harley’s increasing paranoia.

Harley dropped down beside him, head on his shoulder. “I’m not crazy, right?”

“You’re definitely crazy,” he said gently, “but not wrong.”

She sighed. “I know they’re powerful and grateful and all that... but this is our family. You’re mine. Well, other than our usual girl band. I don't want them to get into the harem... Look at them. They are too beautiful... Even Diana will get jealous. Not that I am sayin' I'm jealous or anythin'. Harl is the number 1 girl in your band."

Bruce pushed her down on the couch and kissed her deeply. 

"You are thinking too much. Just because they are trying to get into my pants, doesn't mean I am going to ignore my Harley."

"Oh yeah?" Harley wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You doubt me? I'm so hurt," Bruce said with a dramatic hurting expression.

"I want a baby," Harley finally dropped the bomb. 

[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 98 [Immortality]

After a little discussion, they came to the fastest route for Bruce to gain power. But there are a few complications.

The spirit of the Remaker Ring stepped forward.

“Your biology is augmented. Kryptonian. Infinity-enhanced. But even that might not be enough.”

The spirit of Zero, an icy figure with skin like cracked glacier glass, chimed in, voice cold as the void, “Pouring us into your mind is like shoving stars through a needle’s eye. Most would shatter long before the end.”

Bruce stared into the center of the ring.

“Pain?” he asked, voice flat.

“More than pain,” answered The Liar, a shadowy specter with no mouth but a hundred whispering voices. “It will burn through your thoughts, reshape your sense of self. You may forget who you are. You may want to forget.”

Bruce closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “I’ve already forgotten who I was more than once. But I’ve never forgotten why I fight.”

He stepped forward. “Do it.”

The Nine Spirits looked at one another.

Then Spectral, the disintegration ring, turned toward him and extended a glowing hand. “So be it.”

And it began.

Phase One: Knowledge Injection

One by one, the spirits reached toward him. Their forms glowed with ancient power as they extended wisps of pure arcane data, energy compressed into thought, and concept compacted into experience.

The moment the streams touched Bruce’s forehead...

"AGGHHHHHHHH!!"

The scream tore from his lungs, involuntary. His body convulsed. His eyes rolled back. He felt as if someone was pouring molten lava into his nerves.

His veins glowed with pure light, gold, blue, red, and black, as the rings' collective knowledge poured into him like molten plasma through a shattered skull.

Phase Two: Memory Overload

He was drowning in realities.

One second, he was on a battlefield where the Remaker twisted matter, turning solid stone into mist, and then reconfiguring that mist into weapons of war.

Then, his mind snapped to Spin, the Vortex Beam. Cyclones that bent gravity. Atmospheres compressed and launched like bullets. Wind as sharp as blades.

Then Influence... Impact beams that shattered tectonic plates. Compressed force that ignored armor and mass alike.

His bones vibrated under phantom pressure, each lesson felt in his flesh.

Then Nightbringer... Darkness so dense it ate light, sound, even thought. Bruce saw the void... and the void stared back. He felt his mind start to fray but he clung to memory. To laughter. To faces.

His family, friends... Everyone... He held onto those sweet memories.

His anchor.

Then came Daimonic, the ring of white light. It seared his soul. Not with pain but clarity. He saw visions. Futures. Deaths that hadn’t happened. Lives yet to be lived. His own gravestone. His friends crying over a casket. Alternate timelines.

“You must protect more than just this world,” Daimonic whispered. “You must protect what could be.”

Then came the flame.

Incandescence.

Fire that could scorch the surface of the sun. The knowledge of how to summon flame without fuel. To shape plasma like a sculptor. To burn through the void between atoms. It ripped through his nerves, screaming in every cell.

Then came Zero, the Ice Ring.

For a brief moment, it gave him relief, cooling his burning thoughts, but then came the weight. The understanding of cold so absolute it could slow time. Freeze gods. Stop entropy.

But the worst came last.

The Liar.

A rush of thoughts not his own. Emotions that weren’t his. Paranoia. Grief. Regret. Love that wasn’t real. Hatred that felt too real. He couldn’t trust his own mind.

“You can shape thought. Project illusions. Control the psyche.” The Liar whispered in every voice Bruce had ever known. “But you must never lose track of the truth.”

Phase three: Integration

Bruce fell to his knees.

His armor was cracked, his skin glowing with conflicting energies. One arm twitched with heat. The other glistened with frost. His heartbeat skipped, then surged like a god’s war drum.

But he hadn’t broken.

The spirits surrounded him.

Remaker: “You endured.”

Spin: “You understand.”

Daimonic: “You believe.”

Liar: “You remember who you are.”

And slowly, Bruce opened his eyes.

They glowed with radiant energy. Each color of the rings surged through his veins.

'So much power.' He thought feeling the insane energy flowing through his body. 

Phase Four: Ascension

One by one, the rings began to lift from his fingers.

They hovered in the air around him, spinning in a slow, hypnotic orbit. Energy arced between them like threads of reality-defying light, each ring humming with its own unique frequency.

The spirits spoke in unison, their voices now part of the wind, part of the air, part of him.

“The rings have been awakened.”

“They are extensions of you.”

“Of your will.”

“Of your purpose.”

Bruce rose to his feet.

He didn’t force it. He didn’t command it. He simply willed it.

And the rings obeyed.

Each ring erupted into a stream of energy, shifting, stretching, folding, and changing form. It was even more versatile than what he could do before. 

Phase Five: The Tenfold Armor

Remaker (Matter) pulsed red, breaking apart into thousands of nanoscopic shards that wrapped around Bruce’s shoulders and chest, forming a semi-fluid mantle that constantly shifted shape, iron to wind, stone to light... an armor of possibility.

Influence (Impact) crackled gold, slamming itself into his forearms. From the wrists down, his armor thickened, laced with kinetic vents designed to release compressed force. Micro-pulse detonators lined his gauntlets... he could punch with the force of mountains.

Spin (Vortex) flowed like liquid silver around his back, splitting into a layered thruster array resembling folded wings. This will allow him to bend air, twist gravity, and command wind.

Spectral (Disintegration) flickered violet and etched its mark into his right hand. The gauntlet on that side thinned, sleeker, more dangerous. A focused energy line ran down the forearm to his fingertips... he could erase matter at will.

Nightbringer (Darkness) spread from the base of his spine, coating the armor in subtle, shadowlike tendrils. They weaved into the gaps between plates, absorbing light and sound. He could vanish in the open. Be unseen. Be fear.

Daimonic (White Light) forged a radiant core at the center of his chest plate, like a star burning within. From there, energy radiated outward in precise, sacred lines... armor that pulsed with clarity, with purpose.

Incandescence (Flame) burst from his left arm, forming a gauntlet etched with glowing runes. Plasma veins coursed beneath it, and vents on the knuckles hissed with solar heat. He could project flame, shape it, wield it like a sword.

Zero (Ice) cloaked his legs and boots in smooth, glacier-like plates. White mist trailed every step. Every movement could freeze molecules in place, bringing even time itself to a crawl.

The Liar (Mind) circled his head last, forming a glowing crown of thin, pulsing threads, like a neural lattice of thought. The filaments wove into his skull, his brain, without pain. Only truth. His thoughts sharpened. He felt everyone. He could see through lies. Plant fear. Twist perception.

And finally…

Lightning. Skylar.

She was already part of Bruce. Even beyond the veil of two multiverses, she could channel her power due to her connection to the Ring.

The lightning ring, crackled through the armor like a nervous system, binding it all together with raw power. The final thread.

Bruce stood at the center of the crater.

His armor gleamed in a kaleidoscope of elemental energy. A design unlike anything seen before.  

It had no seams. No weaknesses. It was alive, moving, and breathing with him. A battle suit forged from rings that had seen galaxies burn and rebuild.

He clenched his fist.

The crater around him responded, the ground trembling.

The sky above rumbled from the sheer intensity of his energy.

Final Phase: Immortality

The sky above Mars burned with color, auroras of lightning, ribbons of flame, and clouds that hissed with frost. The crater beneath Bruce glowed with elemental residue, each ring leaving its mark across the shattered terrain. And at the center of it all, Bruce Wayne stood transformed, not merely armored, not merely empowered.

Ascended.

And yet…

There was one final step.

The Ten Rings had been mastered.

But to wield them was not the same as to embody them.

The spirits encircling him shimmered brighter, their forms beginning to fade... no longer spectral teachers, but fragments returning to their source. Bruce’s source.

Remaker’s spirit spoke first, its voice now deeper, part of him.

“You have shaped the world, but now you must shape yourself.”

Zero, calm and cold:

“Become the still point in chaos. The eye in the storm. The frost between every breath.”

Incandescence, burning bright:

“Your flame cannot flicker. You must burn forever.”

And finally, The Liar, whispering like thoughts behind the veil:

“To carry us... you must be more than a vessel. You must be eternal. Not just alive... but beyond death.”

Bruce took a slow breath. The wind on Mars had stopped. The world was holding its breath with him.

Immortality... not as myth, not as mythos.

But as reconstruction.

The spirits moved in unison now, swirling around him. They merged.

The threads of light, ice, fire, matter, thought, gravity, darkness, and more coiled into a single helix—a spiral of origin, wrapping around Bruce’s body, sinking into his veins, stitching into his DNA.

His Kryptonian cells flared with light. The Infinity Power within him surged, reacting, syncing, accepting.

And then…

The final step began.

The knowledge of each ring didn’t just live in his mind anymore.

It became instinct.

Their power didn’t course through his armor.

It fused into his soul.

His cells began to restructure, energy rebinding on the quantum level, rewriting his very existence. Every atom in his body began to hum with multiversal frequency. He was no longer tethered to just one reality, one lifespan, one timeline.

His biological age paused.

His Kryptonian cells, already functionally ageless under yellow suns, were enhanced further, reprogrammed by Remaker’s matter mastery and Daimonic’s clarity. He could adapt forever. Repair forever. Learn forever.

But the cost...

It wasn’t physical.

It was mental.

Every emotion, every thought, every fear, began to echo inside him, magnified. Time slowed. Space folded. He was feeling too much... too fast.

Memories clashed. All of them. Not just his.

He saw lives he never lived.

He saw futures where Selina died. Where Harley died. Where Morgan cried over his grave. Realities where Earth fell. Where he turned into a tyrant. Where he walked away.

The burden of infinite choices.

He gritted his teeth.

“No.”

He remembered Selina’s smirk when she saw through his armor.

Harley’s wild laughter.

Morgan’s proud smile when she called him “dad.”

Sue's playful threats. Ami’s mischievous grace. Nat’s unwavering loyalty. Diana's shy smile. Pamela's eyes filled with hope. His children in DC universe, sad, yet hopeful to reunite one day. His parents... Everyone... 

He remembered why he fought.

The spiral of power surged inward.

His aura exploded.

BOOOOOOMMMM!!!

A massive shockwave swept across the Martian surface, flattening mountains and carving canyons in its wake.

The sky lit up as a wave of light burst into space, reaching Earth in moments. Satellites lost connection. Cosmic readings spiked. And every sensitive being across the universe felt it.

The birth of something new.

Something eternal.

[Ironman] Ch: 69 [Natasha & Yelena]

Tony stepped into his room, finally looking for a moment of peace.

Instead, a fist came flying at his face.

His reflexes kicked in.

He caught the wrist mid-air, twisted, and spun his attacker toward the wall, pinning them with a grin already forming on his face. He made sure to hold back. 

"Well, hello to you too," he said.

Natasha looked up at him with a smirk. Her hair was tied back, her eyes sharp, and her form was still lethal despite her now unenhanced body.

"I knock. You dodge. We talk. That’s how this works, right?” she quipped, kneeing him lightly in the thigh.

Tony grunted, pulled her back, and they shifted into a blur of movement. She ducked under his arm, swept his legs, and he landed hard on the floor with a thud. He laughed, even while flat on his back.

"You got a lot to learn, Mr. Stark."

“You're enjoying this,” he said, still catching his breath.

Natasha stepped over him and held out her hand. “A little. You’ve been avoiding me. Was Yelena really that fun to hang out with?” Her voice had a hint of jealousy, and Tony understood why.

He grabbed her hand and yanked her down on top of him, flipping her in the process.

"Jealousy looks good on you,” he teased, brushing a strand of red hair from her face.

Her eyes narrowed playfully. “You’ve been holed up with Yelena and Melina for days. Training, planning, plotting. Not even a little peek into my room. We live on the same island.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “So… this is you being mad?”

“No. This is me being annoyed. Mad would’ve left bruises.”

“Annoyed, huh? Good to know. So when you nearly dislocated my shoulder five seconds ago, that was just foreplay?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Please. If I wanted to hurt you, you’d be on a stretcher talking through a feeding tube.”

She moved to roll off him, but Tony flipped her again, landing softly on top this time, careful not to put weight on her.

“I’m just saying,” he said with mock seriousness, “you do tend to get a little stabby when you feel ignored.”

“Oh, poor billionaire genius feels attacked by the girl he ghosted all week?” Natasha replied sweetly, jabbing two fingers into a pressure point in his side.

"Oow!" Tony yelped and rolled off. “Okay, wow, that was rude. That was a cheap shot.”

She stood and dusted herself off, smug. “That was restraint. I could’ve gone for the spleen.”

He sat up and grinned. “I like my spleen. It keeps the rest of me company.”

Tony got to his feet, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt with dramatic flair. “So what now? We spar, flirt, and pretend we're not emotionally constipated adults avoiding a real conversation?”

Natasha cracked her neck. “Exactly.”

She lunged again. But this time not to strike but to feint. Tony leaned back with a cocky smile, but her foot swept toward his ankle.

He jumped just in time.

“Okay, so we’re doing this,” he said, circling her. “Cool, cool. Just remember: you break it, you buy it.”

“I already own half your dignity, Stark.”

“Oh, that’s all I had left?” He ducked a jab, spun around, and flicked her forehead mid-dodge. “My mistake.”

Natasha blinked, stunned for a beat. “Did you just flick me?”

“Precision attack. Critical damage.” He waggled his fingers like a magician. “Your ego might not survive the next one.”

“Oh, you’re dead.”

She pounced. This time she grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and kicked his knee just enough to send him stumbling. She was very good at hitting pressure points. Despite his evolved body, Tony felt the sting.

He caught himself on the wall, laughing. “Wow. Okay. That’s some grudge you’re holding. I didn’t not visit you out of spite, you know.”

“You’re Tony Stark. If you avoid someone, it’s either strategic, or you're scared.”

He tilted his head. “I am never scared.”

She smirked. “Then it was strategic. Which means you’re avoiding me because of... what? Feelings?”

Tony paused, hands raised in surrender. “Okay, you want honesty? You terrify me. Not because you’re beautiful, not because you used to be enhanced, and definitely not because you keep threatening my spleen…”

She raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”

“Because I like you,” he said simply. “And liking you usually ends with me emotionally unstable and horny. I keep remembering that little moment we had back in Malibu. It gets in the way of my work."

There was a moment of quiet.

Then Natasha stepped forward, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and gently headbutted him in the chest.

“Idiot.”

“Hey! That’s not how normal people respond to heartfelt confessions.”

“I’m not normal,” she said. “And you’ve been gone all week without saying a word. Training, building, saving the world. Great. But I’m not furniture, Tony. I don’t sit quietly and collect dust.”

He smiled softly. “You’re right. You’re more like... a dangerous house cat. Always judging me from the shadows.”

“And occasionally clawing your face.”

“Exactly.”

She smirked. Then her knee shot up again.

Tony barely twisted away in time. “Okay, okay! Truce, truce!” he said, laughing. “You win. I hereby swear to make time in my busy schedule of world-saving to pay attention to the terrifying redhead.”

Natasha crossed her arms. “And?”

“And…” He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I’ll stop ghosting you. Even if it means you’ll punch me in the kidneys once a week as a bonding ritual.”

She grinned. “Twice a week. Minimum. Plus, a couple of kisses with cuddles.”

He held out a hand. “Deal. Cuddles and kisses. I can work with that.”

She slapped it away. “Let's spar first. I want to see what my sister taught you. Then we’ll talk about deals.”

Tony sighed, mock-dramatic. “You know, most people just talk over coffee.”

“Yeah, well... I’m not most people.”

Then she smiled and charged.

Tony braced. “God, I missed you.”

...

[Outside Tony’s Room – Moments Later]

Yelena stood with the food tray in hand. She cooked grilled chicken, rice, and gravy, and made one of those ridiculous mango smoothies Tony pretended not to like but finished every time. It was supposed to be their daily ritual. Lunch. Sarcasm. Strategy talk. Sometimes silence, sometimes bickering. Always comfortable.

But today, the sounds coming from behind the door weren’t comfortable.

They were flirting. Teasing. Familiar in a way that hit too hard.

Yelena frowned and shifted the tray. She wasn’t eavesdropping, not on purpose. But the voices carried. The laughter. The jabs. And then…

A kiss.

And not just a kiss.

She peeked through the window... just a glance. A bad idea. A moment she couldn’t unsee.

Natasha, straddling Tony on the mat.

His hand shamelessly sliding over her backside and squeezing her butt cheeks.

Her lips were on his. 

Natasha was kissing hard while grinding her hips on his crotch.

Yelena froze.

Something twisted in her chest.

Jealousy?

She’d felt that before. With Natasha, it was practically their rivalry during the Red Room days. They fought over... who fought better, who got the mission, who made the kill shot. But this wasn’t a rivalry. This wasn’t competition.

This... hurt.

And she didn’t even know why.

She backed away, silent and quick. A Widow through and through.

By the time she hit the hallway corner, her expression was blank. Professional. The tray was still in hand, the smoothie shaking slightly as her grip tightened.

She didn’t drop it.

She didn’t let the crack show.

But inside?

Inside was a storm she didn’t understand.

Yelena never needed anyone.

Never wanted to.

So why did this feel like a betrayal?

...

[Training Deck – Ten Minutes Later]

Yelena slammed a combat drone into the wall with enough force to crack its frame. The mechanical arm sparked and sputtered as it dropped, twitching. Another drone tried to flank her. She pivoted, elbowed it hard enough to cave in the sensor array, then drove a knee into its core.

She didn’t stop.

Didn’t breathe.

Just kept moving. Hitting. Breaking.

Each strike sharper. Faster. Filled with too much power.

'Why does it matter?'

'Why the hell does it matter?'

'He’s Tony. He’s Tony and she’s Natasha. You knew this could happen.'

'I should have given proper hints. Maybe I should have... I don't know. Be a little more forceful or clingy?'

'Arg! What's the point of thinking about that now?'

But she hadn’t felt it until now.

That invisible thread.

The one that tugged tighter every time he brought her breakfast when she overslept. Or when he sat beside her during strategy briefings and muttered dumb jokes under his breath just to make her smirk. Or when he built her a custom gauntlet without being asked, just because she hated the old one.

He saw her.

And maybe she thought... maybe she hoped that she wasn’t just another Widow to him.

The next drone surged forward.

Yelena didn’t dodge.

She ripped it in half.

Metal clattered to the floor.

She stood there, breathing hard, fists clenched.

And then the door opened behind her.

“Whoa,” Tony’s voice said lightly. “You trying to break my entire drone squad today or just the ones with feelings?”

Yelena didn’t turn around. “Didn’t know they had any. Like their creator.”

Tony blinked. “Okay, wow. Rude. I brought mango smoothies.”

She still didn’t look at him. “Give it to Natasha. She seems to like your... offerings.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Okay. What the hell’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she said flatly, brushing past him toward the exit. “I just needed to hit something.”

Tony grabbed her wrist gently, pulling her back. “Hey. Talk to me.”

She yanked free, her glare sharp. “Don’t worry, Tony. I’m not jealous.”

“Jealous?” he repeated, confused. “Of what?”

----

[Ironman] Ch: 68 [Karma is a bitch]

Norman Osborn stood alone in his study, still breathing heavily. His hands trembled as he placed the green vial in the metal case. His fingers brushed the cold glass, eyes fixed on it with desperation.

He turned, ready to head for the hidden elevator that led to his private lab.

Then...

Thk!

A sharp, quick sting pierced the side of his neck.

He blinked, confused. Reached up.

But his hand was already numb.

His vision blurred.

He staggered once, then fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Behind him, Lina stepped out of the shadows, lowering her wrist. The nanite armor covering her hand shifted back into stealth mode.

She spoke softly into her comms. “Target down. Non-lethal. Secure the serum.”

The two Widows appeared from the hall a second later, stepping over Norman’s unconscious body. Their black nanite armor shimmered faintly as it adjusted to the low light. They have already recovered all the necessary data and have bugged the place.

One of them picked up the metal case from Norman’s desk and opened it.

“Serum secured,” she said.

Lina nodded. “Good.”

She walked over to the fireplace wall and scanned it. Hermes pinged a hidden panel behind the bookshelf.

[Hidden elevator detected. Biometric lock. Access granted.]

The door slid open with a soft hiss.

Inside, a small lift descended into darkness.

The three Widows stepped in.

...

[Secret Underground Lab – 30 seconds later]

The doors opened to a cold lab.

Blue lights flickered on. Rows of medical equipment lined the walls. Screens blinked with active data.

But at the center of the room...

There he was.

Harry Osborn.

He floated inside a vertical glass chamber, suspended in glowing blue liquid. Wires and tubes were connected to his chest and back. His eyes were closed. His face looked pale, but calm. Peaceful. The vitals were steady, but the screen showed:

[Severe cellular degeneration detected – critical stage]

Lina stepped forward, silent.

One of the Widows scanned the computers. “Everything’s active. Norman was monitoring him constantly.”

The other Widow had already placed a Stark data drive into the main terminal. “Copying all files. Medical logs. DNA scans. Lab tests. Looks like Norman ran hundreds of simulations using some kind of mutation. None worked.”

Lina studied Harry through the glass. “Doesn't matter. Tony wants both of them and he's going to get them. Pull him out of there."

...

[Some unknown times later...]

Norman Osborn slowly opened his eyes. His head throbbed. His throat was dry. Everything ached. He saw a door before his eyes and tried to run there, but something yanked at his neck.

A sharp pull. Cold metal.

"Arg!" 

He touched his neck.

A thick metal collar was wrapped around his neck, connected to a chain bolted into the wall. Then he looked around. The walls were metal. Bare. No windows. Just one door. Out of his reach.

He pulled at the chain, gritting his teeth. It didn’t budge.

“What is this?” he growled. “Where the hell am I?!”

He screamed. He cursed. He kicked at the floor, but no one came.

After a few minutes, his breathing slowed. The pain in his head returned. His throat burned.

Then...

The door opened.

Norman looked up.

A young man walked in. He looked like he was in his early twenties, clean-shaven, sharp-eyed, and confident expression. He wore a simple blue shirt and jeans. His steps were calm. Relaxed. But his eyes… cold.

Norman narrowed his eyes. “Who the hell are you?”

The young man said nothing at first. He just looked at him.

Then he smiled.

Not a friendly smile.

Not a cruel one either.

Just… calm. Controlled.

“You’re awake,” the man said. "Good."

Norman pulled at the collar again. “You think this is funny? You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

The man tilted his head. “Oh, I know exactly who I’m messing with.”

Norman’s jaw clenched. “Let me out of this thing right now, or I swear...”

“Or you’ll do what?” the man asked. “Yell harder?”

Norman glared at him. “Who are you?! What do you want?!”

The young man stepped closer. Just a little. Enough for Norman to get a better look at his face. There was something familiar about him. Something in the eyes.

And then the man said:

“We haven't met before. This is our first meeting and probably our last.”

He leaned in slightly, voice lower now. Colder.

“You tried to kill my father. Rings a bell?”

Norman’s eyes widened. “What?”

Baaam! A hard punch to his gut... Norman coughed out in pain as his body flew back and crashed on the metal wall before tumbling onto the floor. He coughed violently, wheezing as air finally filled his lungs again. His mind reeled, not just from the pain, but from what the stranger had said.

"You… your father?" he rasped, wiping blood from his mouth. His voice cracked. “Who the hell are you…?”

The young man stepped forward slowly.

Not in armor.

No suit.

Just cold, simmering rage.

The kind that didn’t need power to be dangerous.

He crouched down in front of Norman, resting his forearm on his knee, looking him in the eye. There was no cruelty in his expression. No pleasure. Just focus. Calculation.

"You ordered the hit on Howard Stark,” Tony said calmly. “You planned to steal the Symbiote. You tried to kill my father, kill Peggy Carter, frame Fury, and replace the World Security Council with puppets. I’ve seen every file. Every comm line. Every backdoor payment funneled through Oscorp’s shell accounts. You even hired assassins to clean up after your failures.”

Norman’s eyes were wide now. He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t.

"You really think you can do this and get away with it?" he snapped, forcing his voice back into its usual venom. "You're just a kid playing at power. You have no idea..."

BANG.

He grabbed Norman's hair and slammed his face on the floor, "Do you?" He slammed once again and again. Four times in a row before standing up. 

"Anthony Stark. The one who disappeared from the limelight years ago," Norman mumbled in his slurry voice as blood gushed out of his mouth, forehead, scrubbed skin, and broken nose. Well, his face was a bloody mess.

"Wow! You can speak in your situation. Call me impressed. Well, since you tried to kill my dad and missed. Now, I think I should return the favor, right? Oh, and trust me. I will do it point blank. I won't miss," Tony said as he walked to the left wall and gave a nod. The metal door shifted, revealing Harry, floating in a circular tank.

Norman's entire demeanor shattered.

All the rage, the arrogance, the snarl in his voice were gone and replaced by sheer, unfiltered panic.

“Harry… no, no, no... don’t... don’t touch him!”

Tony didn’t look at Norman. He stepped toward the tank. The lights inside glowed a soft blue, highlighting Harry’s face, the frail outline of his body, and the web of medical wires trailing from his chest.

Tony just stood there for a moment. Watching.

Then he reached into his jacket.

Pulled something out.

A vial.

The golden liquid inside shimmered like sunlight trapped in a bottle. Even from across the room, Norman felt it. The weight of hope. Of salvation.

His eyes widened.

“No… no, wait... what is that?”

Tony turned, holding the vial between two fingers.

“This,” he said calmly, “is a stabilized genetic restorative. Fully synthetic. Nanite-enhanced cellular regeneration. It doesn’t just slow down deterioration... it reverses it. Rewrites it.” He looked at the serum for a second. “It could save him. Not just buy time... cure him.”

Norman’s heart stopped.

“Give it to him,” he whispered. Then louder. “Give it to him! Please... please, I’ll do anything. Don’t let him die!”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Anything?”

Norman dropped to his knees. “Yes! Anything... everything. I’ll shut down Oscorp, I’ll confess, I’ll go public, testify before the Council. I’ll give you every dirty secret I’ve ever kept. Just… please, don’t let him die.”

Tony looked down at the vial.

Then at Norman.

His face was unreadable.

Then he slowly crouched down, and placed the vial on the floor between them.

Norman stared at it like it was a divine relic.

He moved toward it. His arms trembling, crawling.

And then...

CRACK.

Tony’s boot came down on the vial.

Golden liquid exploded across the floor in a sparkling splash. It hissed against the metal, steam rising. Gone. Useless. Destroyed.

Norman froze.

Silent.

Like he’d been shot in the heart.

He didn’t speak.

Couldn’t.

His hand reached toward the puddle, trembling violently.

Tony leaned down, his voice low and cutting.

“You don’t get to beg. Not after what you did. Not after what you tried to do.”

Norman’s voice finally broke through, shaking, gasping. “You… you... WHY?”

Tony scoffed. "Why? Why should I help a murderer's son? I have seen the inhumane shit you did. The number of people you killed. The way you extracted that kid's mutation, blood, bone marrow, and spinal fluids... He was alive. Yet, he refused to scream. He refused to give up even in his last moment." 

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath...

"How many people lost their families because of you and your obsession? You don't even know, do you? Well, I guess, you can call it karma? Yeah... Let's call it your karma."

Norman looked up, eyes wild. “He’s just a boy…”

“No,” Tony said coldly. “He’s your boy.”

He stepped back.

“You think I’m going to save him? Let him live? Let him grow up hating me for this? You think I’m going to risk him becoming another version of you?”

He shook his head.

“No. I’m not leaving this one behind to grow up and come for me later.”

Norman tried to stand, but his legs failed him. He collapsed to the floor, eyes wide with horror.

“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t kill him. Don’t… please… he’s all I have…”

Tony didn’t respond.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t flinch.

He just turned and walked away from the shattered vial. 

"You'll stay there and watch your son die, before your eyes, little by little... Good luck."

And behind him?

The sound of a father sobbing into the remains of his sins.

The door closed with a loud bang.

...

Outside the holding cell, Yelena waited. She’d been listening the whole time.

As Tony stepped out and the door slid shut behind him, she asked, “So what now? Want me to finish it?”

Tony didn’t answer at first.

Then, quietly, “No.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not going to kill him?”

“I am,” Tony said. “Just not yet.”

There was a moment of silence between them...

"So... That was dark, Tony," Yelena said, patting his shoulder. "You already gave the serum to the boy, so, why did you do that? You could have just tortured him for days and then killed him."

"Where's the fun in that?" Tony smiled. "I want Norman's live confession. And before you say anything about using AI to create a fake, live sounds much better, and right now, Norman is suffering a torture a thousand times worse than any physical torture... Let him suffer a bit and keep an eye on him. We need him alive."

[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 97 [Thor's arrival]

AN: Pushing the smut chs back. I want to focus on the story part for now. At the end I'll release the smut chs as Extras.

----

Just as Bruce was about to activate the nanite-formed phone in his hand, the building began to shake violently. 

RUMMMMBLLLE...

The entire building groaned, steel and concrete trembling like twigs in a storm. A low, thunderous rumble followed, and then, without warning, a blinding column of blue-white light crashed down from the sky, piercing the rooftop, straight down to the base of the building.

KRRAAK-BOOOM!

The shockwave shattered every window. Alarms wailed. Dust and debris rained down around them. Bruce reacted instantly. His instincts took over.

A pulse of red energy, surged from his body, rippling outward. In a blink, both he and Sue were fully dressed, their bodies armored in high-density nanoweave suits. The sweet haze of their earlier intimacy was gone, replaced by a cold, strategic readiness.

A burst of dark matter folded space beside them... shoom!

The Fallen One appeared in a crackle of silver energy, his feet hovering inches above the ruined marble floor. “I felt that surge across the dimensional layers,” he said in a low voice. “This... was not random.”

As the light slowly faded, the beam left behind a smoking, glowing hole through the building’s roof and down into the floor beneath them. And from that light...

A figure collapsed onto the ground, bloodied and broken.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, stepping forward slowly.

“…Thor?” he was confused.

According to what he uncovered so far, Thor and a couple of other heroes disappeared after the war with Thanos. And now one of them was before his eyes. So where had he been all this time? Why was he injured and covered in blood? What the heck was going on there?

The God of Thunder groaned, his once-mighty form charred, armor cracked, golden hair matted with blood. He pushed himself up on one arm, coughing, lightning crackling weakly over his skin.

Thor rasped, barely able to lift his head. "We are out of time..."

"What do you mean by that?” Bruce crouched down, eyes already scanning the Asgardian’s wounds. 

"Darkseid... We must stop him..." With that, he lost his consciousness.

Suddenly...

FWOOOM

A shockwave of pink, violet, and starlight energy burst into the room. Ami Han, aka White Fox, stepped out of a swirling vortex, her nine tails flickering ethereally around her. She looked stunning and also very confused. She was expecting sex and nude Bruce fucking Sue, but well... A girl can dream.

She landed softly on the cracked floor, her eyes sweeping over the scene: shattered glass, smoking rubble, Bruce armored head-to-toe, and a bloodied Thor unconscious in his arms.

“…Well, this is not the kind of ‘energy burst’ I was hoping for,” she said dryly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “I got your message. Was this foreplay or forewarning?”

Bruce didn’t even smirk. His voice was serious. “No time, Ami. The entire Universe is at stake... Well, I should say reality."

...

15 Minutes Later – S.H.I.E.L.D. Main Base, Strategy Room

The atmosphere was heavy inside the strategy room. Thor lay in the medical bay nearby, unconscious but alive. Asgardian physiology was working its magic and he was healing slowly, but not even the gods could bounce back instantly from whatever he had faced. Bruce tried to use his infinity power to heal him, but the dimensional energy in his body was too thick. It'd take time to heal.

Around the long table, the room was Natasha Romanoff. Clint Barton. Susan Storm. Harley Quinn. Selina Kyle. Ami Han. The Fallen One. Bruce Wayne.

On the massive holographic display, the faces of Hazmat, Tigra, and Elsa Bloodstone flickered in from remote locations, attending the meeting virtually. Everyone looked tense.

Bruce stood at the head of the room. He didn’t waste time.

“I know you’re all wondering the same thing. What hit us? Why is Thor here? What the hell is going on?” He tapped a control panel and brought up a rotating image of a powerful figure... dark armor, glowing red eyes, and a presence that screamed dread. It was the recorded part of when he fought Darkseid before arriving in Marvel Reality.

“His name is Darkseid.”

The room fell into a deep silence.

“He’s not from our universe,” Bruce continued. “He comes from a reality outside the known multiverse. He was from my past universe. And he’s not just powerful. He is power. Brutal. Ancient. Ruthless.” He played the recording.

Everyone held their breath and watched the battle unfold where, Bruce, Selina, and Harley faced Darkseid and barely escaped with their lives. 

Bruce closed the tape after it finished playing.

"Arg! Harl, don't want to fight him again. He was freaky," Harley shivered a bit, remembering the intense moment.

“Darkseid's ultimate goal is something called the Anti-Life Equation. In his reality, it gives him control over all sentient life. Free will vanishes. Everyone becomes his puppet.”

Hazmat frowned on the screen. “But this isn't his reality. So, that thing doesn’t exist here, right?”

“Correct,” Bruce nodded. “At least… not the version he knows. But if he’s here, he’s not empty-handed. He’s searching for something just as dangerous. Something equal to the Anti-Life Equation in power.”

Sue folded her arms. “Any idea what that might be?”

Bruce sighed, the weight of uncertainty on his face. “No. Not yet. Thor might know, but until he wakes up, all I have are guesses.”

Harley leaned forward. “Okay, Bats. Let’s say Big Ugly is hunting something big and spooky. What’s our move?”

Bruce turned to the screen, pulling up scans from Thor’s sudden arrival. Energy readings. Dimensional signatures. Warped gravitational fields.

“We prepare. We gather everyone we trust. Everyone who can help. And we try to find out what he’s really after—before he finds it first. But we can't do anything until Thor wakes up.”

Natasha glanced toward the med bay’s glass window, where Thor still lay motionless. “If he’s hurt this badly just trying to warn us… we’re in serious trouble.”

Ami’s tails flicked behind her as she narrowed her eyes. “What about the source of that beam that dropped him here? Can't you just track it?” She looked at The Fallen One.

Bruce pointed at the data. “That wasn’t just a beam. That was a hole torn through the barriers between multiple realities. Not by Thor... but by something else.”

"That was Odin's power," The Fallen One finally spoke. "I can open a portal there, but I doubt we are ready to go there and face this Darkseid. We need more information."

Clint ran a hand through his hair. “Great. So, this is going to be the biggest war we are gonna face... Bigger than Apocalypse, Sublime, Ultron, Loki, Thanos, and Magneto and we don’t even know what game we’re playing yet. And as usual, Earth might get blown up if we fail. Well, just another day at work.”

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle a bit. “Exactly. Just another day at work with the usual stake.”

...

[30 minutes later] [Mars]

Bruce didn't waste any time. A fight with Darkseid... Well, he was going to need every single trick he had to kill that freak of nature. And to do so, he needs to further train and master his powers.

He clenched his fists, and the Ten Rings on his fingers hummed with life. Bruce had unlocked their power, but not fully. Not yet.

He closed his eyes.

“Come,” he said quietly. “It’s time.”

A ripple of golden light spread from the rings. One by one, ghostly figures appeared around him. There were nine warriors, each different in form, armor, and spirit. Their eyes glowed faintly, locked onto Bruce. (Skylar the lighting ring's spirit is in DC)

“You summoned us,” said one, the frozen spirit of the Zero Ring. “Why now?”

“Because it’s time I stop holding back,” Bruce replied. “There’s a war coming. Bigger than anything this universe has ever seen. I need to control your power. All of it.”

Another spirit stepped forward. This was the spirit of the Remaker Ring. “You think you can handle it? Even a Kryptonian hybrid like you could burn from the inside out.”

Bruce didn’t flinch. “I don’t plan to handle it. I plan to master it. And in return, I keep my promise. New bodies. Freedom.”

The nine spirits exchanged glances. 

“Very well,” the Zero Ring's spirit said. “Then let us begin.”

[Ironman] Ch: 67 [Out of time]

Hermes guided their every step with eerie accuracy. The vault was no ordinary security room. It was a fortress within a fortress.

Yelena and Widow Two ghosted past rotating laser grids, dropped into crawlspace gaps under pressure-sensitive flooring, and timed every movement perfectly. 

They reached the final chamber.

It was massive. A high-ceilinged vault room, circular, lined with steel alloy plating and powered by its own isolated generator. In the center stood a containment pod. It was a thick, hexagonal chamber made of reinforced glass. Blue-white energy fields surrounded it in concentric rings, each one crackling faintly with power.

Inside, suspended in a magnetic field, was the crystal.

Glowing.

Red veins ran through the blue core, pulsing faintly with rhythmic energy... like a heartbeat. The size of a grown man's palm. Crystallized mutation. The legacy of Subject 0X. Essex's obsession. Oscorp's secret weapon.

And it was guarded.

Twelve Oscorp soldiers in heavy armor circled the chamber, stationed at each segment of the outer wall. Above them, four automated sentry drones hovered, slowly rotating, scanning for threats. A multi-angle surveillance system covered the entire chamber. Every possible blind spot accounted for.

Hermes' voice whispered into Yelena's comms:[Notice: Standard stealth penetration is not possible. Recommend an alternate approach. Initiating illusion protocol.]

Yelena selected the utility potion. The nanites shifted, creating small silver disks. Widow Two did the same thing. It was a micro-holographic illusion projector. The two crouched near opposing walls of the chamber. Then, one by one, they activated the discs and rolled them silently across the floor.

Six projectors spread out like scattered coins, each one clinging to a different angle of the room's perimeter. A soft shimmer followed, barely visible to the naked eye.

Hermes gave the go-ahead.

[Projection field stabilized. Begin execution. Warning: Limited window — 87 seconds until next system recalibration.]

Yelena moved.

The projection kicked in instantly. To the guards, the chamber remained unchanged. Still. Guarded. Perfectly secure.

But in reality, Yelena and Widow Two were inside.

They weaved between the patrols, careful not to bump even a breath of air too close to a sentry's range. The projection made it look like nothing was disturbed, but the Widows knew better. One wrong step, one static crackle from a suit, and the whole illusion would shatter.

Yelena reached the containment pod.

A circular interface floated above the base... six locks in total, biometric and code encrypted. Widow Two stepped in and pulled out a Stark-augmented decryptor chip. She plugged it in.

[Hermes: Bypassing biometric grid… Decoding neural-locked pattern… Estimated time: 10 seconds.]

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Yelena stared into the containment unit as the crystal hovered within. The red veins swirled as if reacting to her presence.

"This thing's alive," she muttered under her breath.

"Careful," Widow Two replied. "We have no idea what we are dealing with here."

The containment pod hissed. The energy fields collapsed inward with a whump of displaced air. The platform released a small plume of cold vapor as the magnetic suspension faded.

Yelena manipulated the nanites, forming a containment box. Reinforced. Radiation-dampening. Telemetry-blocked. No signal would escape. For all she knows, that thing is dangerous. Then, she carefully moved the box up, putting the crystal inside without touching it.

[Hermes: Extraction successful. Projection field has 22 seconds remaining.]

"Time to vanish," Yelena said. She placed a fake projection disk in the crystal's place. 'I wanna see Norman's face when he realizes his precious crystal has vanished in the thin air.'

They slid back the way they came, the illusion holding perfectly. The guards continued with their routine, and the drones still patrolled as usual. Not a soul noticed that the very thing they were guarding, the reason this room even existed... Well, it was now gone.

Once they slipped out the perimeter, Yelena hit the recall button.

The projectors flickered, then short-circuited and the devices turned to dust without raising any alarm.

"Widows, status?" she asked over comms.

"Clear."

"All files secured."

"Exit path ready."

Yelena exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the container against her side.

"Then let's go before someone figures out they've been robbed blind."

And like shadows never seen, they vanished...

...

[Norman Osborn’s Penthouse – Upper East Side, Manhattan] [2nd team]

Lina and two Widows landed silently on the balcony of Norman Osborn’s private residence. There were the usual guards and security measures which were useless against them.

“Go,” Lina whispered.

The two Widows nodded and split up, one heading toward the downstairs office, the other toward Norman’s personal server room. Their goal: copy everything. Emails. Schedules. Private documents. If Norman sneezed near a secret, they were to know about it. And set up bugs.

Lina, meanwhile, moved upstairs. There she heard some voices inside.

She crouched low and approached a door at the end of the hall... large, black wood, with a silver handle. Norman’s study. Locked, of course. But she didn’t need to go through the door.

She activated the nanites mites and placed her palm on the floor.

Tiny nanite mites spilled out, no bigger than grains of sand. They shimmered briefly under her HUD before sliding across the floor and under the door.

The feed came through. The mites linked to her HUD and gave her full view and sound from inside the room.

It was a large office. Dark marble floor. A glowing digital screen on one wall showed data and research logs. At the center, Norman Osborn stood. He looked tensed and angry. There were hologram projections of four men. 

'Early stage holographic tech, interesting.' She thought. 

Military men. Defense officials. High-ranking.

One of them was mid-sentence, voice low but cold.

“We gave you two years, Osborn. Two years of black-budget funds, stolen research, and access to assets you shouldn’t even know about.”

Norman scowled. “You don’t understand how complex the process is. The G-Serum...”

“We don’t care about your excuses,” another official snapped. “We care about results. We want a stable super soldier serum. Now. Not another mutated corpse, not another failed subject. Soldiers. Perfect. Controllable.”

A third official leaned forward.

“You have one week. One. If you can’t show us something by then... something real, then we pull the funding. We’ll shut down the whole damn thing and move to another contractor."

“And you know who’s already waiting in line.”

Norman’s jaw clenched.

“Stark?” he muttered.

“Stark… I'm pretty sure Howard would be delighted to work with us to improve our country's defenses."

The first official gave the final word. “You either deliver, Norman... or you're done.”

"You can not do this to me," Norman said.

"One week..."

The holograms flickered once and then vanished.

The room fell deathly silent.

Norman stared at the empty air where the projections had been, breathing hard, eyes wide with fury. Then, he slammed his fist onto the glass table. It cracked under the force, spiderwebbing like ice. "ARGGG!"

He stood there, hunched, breathing heavily, knuckles bleeding. His reflection glared back at him from the fractured surface.

"One week..." he muttered bitterly. "One week to finish what should take a decade..."

He slumped into the chair behind him, the leather groaning under his weight. His eyes went to the dark corners of the room filled with half-built prototypes, old serum samples, and vials labeled with numbers and warnings. Data logs blinked faintly on the walls.

"Damn fools. They think Stark can save them?"

He laughed bitterly... dry and humorless.

"Howard was always the golden boy, wasn't he? Perfect hair, perfect suits, perfect ethics..." He spat the word like poison. "He didn't understand sacrifice. He didn’t understand what we were up against."

His voice dropped to a whisper. "I should’ve sent more men after him that night. Damn that robot, coming out of nowhere and saving him." 

Nothing was going his way. 

He failed to kill Howard, failed to develop the new SSS, got only 1 week and his latest stunt to recover the Symbiote has also failed. To make things worse, Harry's condition was worsening every day.  

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his nerves.

Norman leaned forward, clutching his head in both hands.

"I was so close..." he whispered. "Subject 0X should've worked. The mutation was perfect. The fusion ratio was stable. But incompatible with Harry's DNA. Damn it! I'm running out of time. I have to do something... anything for Harry. I can't lose him too. Not after all the suffering he went through."

He pulled out the drawer and took out a metal briefcase. Inside was a vial of green liquid and a note.

“Revision X9 shows 93.4% stability in primate trials. Cognitive retention remains intact. Enhanced musculature growth confirmed. Initial aggression levels are elevated but within manageable range. Risk of neurodegeneration: reduced by 41%. Unknowns remain, but progress is substantial.”

Norman stared at the vial.

No more delays. No more trials. No more sacrifices.

He was out of time and so was Harry.

...

[Horizon Island]

Tony stood in front of the screen, arms crossed, jaw clenched. Melina has just returned with the Symbiote. He decided to keep it locked in for the time being because messing with Symbiotes can lead to Knull's awakening and he'd very much like to avoid that freak of nature.

The feed from Lina’s mites was still playing. Audio clear, visuals synced. He had watched the whole conversation. 

Norman’s whisper.

“I should’ve sent more men after him that night. Damn that robot, coming out of nowhere and saving him.”

For a moment, the room was silent.

Then Tony’s voice cut through the still air like a razor:

“It was him.”

His hands curled into fists.

“That son of a bitch tried to kill my father.”

He turned to Lina’s channel.

“Bring him to me.”

Lina’s face popped up on the screen, calm and collected despite the tension.

“Copy that.”

Tony didn’t blink.

“Alive. I want that bastard breathing when I look him in the eye. And secure his son. Bring him here."

[Ironman] Ch: 66 [Infiltration Mission: Oscorp]

[Infiltration Mission: Oscorp]

[Midnight – Manhattan, New York]

The city was quiet from above.

Yelena stood on the edge of a rooftop across from Oscorp Tower. The building was tall, silver, and surrounded by high-tech security measures. Lights still glowed on a few floors, but most of it was dark. 

Behind her stood three Widows. Skilled. Silent. Dangerous. They wore the new-generation stealth suits that Tony developed after his fight with the Red Room. He added more firepower and defense with improved kinetic dampeners while maintaining the suit's stealth aspect. Each suit has the classic invisible mode which was perfect for this job.

They scanned the security around the place and the guards' pattern. Then there were those annoying drones and laser traps. Well, not that it matters to them.

Yelena tapped her ear. "Comms check."

Each Widow responded quietly:

"Widow Two, online."

"Widow Three, online."

"Widow Four, online."

Yelena smirked. "Let's go hunting."

She gave a small nod, and the four women flew across the gap, landing on the rooftop of Oscorp Tower without making a single sound.

[Inside the Tower]

The security system was top-level. Lasers, cameras, motion detectors. But Stark tech was better.

Yelena crouched near a panel and placed a small black disc on it. The disc blinked green. It began to loop the security feed.

"Eyes are blind," she said.

They slipped through the vents, crawling like shadows. Every move was careful. Every breath was quiet.

They stopped.

"This is the lab floor," Widow Three whispered. "Genetics and biochemical research."

Yelena nodded. "Copy all data, place bugs. Split up."

They split up.

...

Widow Two – Target: Lab 4310

Widow Two pushed open the glass door of Lab 4310. Inside, the room was cold and smelled like metal and chemicals.

She moved quickly, scanning the computer with a Stark-modified device on her wrist. Files downloaded fast.

Her eyes caught a strange glass tank in the corner. It was empty, but there was a small datapad-like device at the base of the tank. She quickly scanned it and found the main data hub that was still connected to this empty tank. Someone must have left it and forgot to dispose it. Well, she hacked into it.

[Miss. It would appear someone deleted the data. Would you like to recover the data?] Hermes' voice came to her ears.

"Do it," She ordered. "And copy everything."

[Affirmative. Restoring and copying data]

Instantly, the data appeared on her HUD.

---[Author's Note: This is the alternate Alex Wilson from Spiderman 0X. Those who have completed the book know. If you haven't read it, no worries, you don't need to read it to understand. He won't play any role in this story, but his extracted power will.]

[Name: Alex Wilson] 

[Subject: 0X] [Experiment number: 2402] [Last survivor]

[Mutation: Immunity]

[##Note: 5th stage. The Subject's mutation makes him immune to every poison, medicine, and disease. Subject 0X survived nuclear radiation. His body started to mutate even further due to our intense tests. He has unlocked his healing ability and tough skin. At first, we thought mutants only have X-genes that grant them their power. But Subject 0X's body contains unknown genetic signatures. We have categorized them into multiple categories:

1) Neo-Gene/Neogenic mutation: [Healing ability] I believe his genes mutated due to our experiments. The immunity mutation is trying to save the host by mutating. I wonder how far will it evolve. Should I just inject him with our experimental spider genes?

2) Feral Gene: I have one of my associates sneak behind Mr. Osborn and inject Subject 0X with experimental spider genes. Multiple spider legs ruptured out of the Subject's back and sharp claws came out of his wrists. However, his immunity mutation suppressed the transformation. I'm calling it Feral Gene.

3) Error!!

4) Error!!

Personal Note: Mr. Norman is pushing forward the experiments to extract Subject 0X's mutation. I don't have much time. There's so much I want to test on him and so little time. There's so much to discover. My assistant Ezekiel Sims, found a rare strain of a mutant gene from one of the natives in the Amazon. I wonder what would happen if we inject this gene into his body? Will he evolve? Will he reject it? Will he die?

We did it. I don't care about Norman's goal. Error!!! was right *#ERR!! He died during extraction. What a waste. The extracted mutation has been crystallized. ##Error## So much power just sitting in a safe. I can't steal it due to the ##Error## What a shame. I need to restart my research again. My next target is Egypt. I've heard the stories of the first mutant. Hopefully, this new journey won't disappoint me.

Logging out: Dr. Nathaniel Essex

---

'These bastards. Haaa... Crystalized mutation, huh?' She thought.

Suddenly, a beep.

Her HUD showed movement outside. Someone was coming. She stood there silently in her invisible mode.

A man in a white coat walked in, yawning. He moved to a console and typed in a password. Then he typed something and logged out.

Widow Two took this chance to hack in and copy everything. Then, when he turned to get coffee, she slipped out silently, leaving no trace.

...

Widow Three – Target: Armory Subsection

In a hidden section, Widow Three found a weapons lab. Crates full of advanced rifles lined the walls. She scanned them. Fake serial numbers.

One box was labeled: "Shipment – Secure Transfer – R.R."

"Ross," she whispered.

She planted trackers inside the crates, then photographed everything before slipping out.

...

Widow Four – Target: Executive Files

Widow Four snuck into an office high above the labs. It belonged to someone important. The desk was covered in papers. Real papers. That was rare these days.

She opened a drawer and found a black file folder marked "Project G-Serum - Revived."

Inside, she found test logs. Experiments on captured hostages from war and homeless people. Some names were redacted. Others had been marked as "FAILED - HOST DECEASED."

One name caught her eye: Subject: Harry Osborn. Status: UNSTABLE.

She scanned and recorded everything.

Just then, her eyes fell on a digital frame on the desk. A family photo. Norman. A sickly boy, probably Harry. 

[Scan and copy completed] Hermes' voice came to her ears. She left that room.

...

Yelena – Target: Norman's Private Lab

Yelena moved deeper into the restricted area. This was Norman's personal space. The doors were locked tight, but her suit had a Stark-made bypass tool. It hummed softly, then clicked.

Inside, it was dark. One green light blinked from a computer. She touched the desk.

Suddenly, a hologram appeared: files, blueprints, and a list of subjects.

She found something called "Symbiote Interaction Protocol." It showed containment procedures, bonding tests, and even locations where the symbiote might be taken if stolen.

One name stood out:

"Site V"

Her eyes narrowed.

She copied everything.

A noise made her freeze. A small robot floated by the doorway. Patrol drone. 

She stood still. The suit hid her heat signature and she was in invisible mode, but the drone hovered too close. Then after a quick scan, it left.

She stood. 

...

[15 minutes later]

Yelena crouched behind a sealed elevator shaft door, watching the last flickers of downloaded data complete on her wrist HUD. She looked at the time and knew it was enough for the others to gather data and plant the bugs.

She tapped her comm.

“Widows, regroup. Exfil in five. We’re done here.”

A pause. Then Widow Two’s voice came through.

“Negative. I found something. We’re not done.”

Yelena’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”

“There’s a vault down here. Mutation data from Subject 0X… and something else. A crystallized mutation. Essex’s notes suggest it’s powerful. Dangerous. He couldn’t steal it. But we can. Since we’re already here, we should recover it. Tony would love it.”

Yelena cursed under her breath. “Essex… of course, it’s him.” Back in the day, Red Room was keeping an eye on Essex due to his IQ and his insane procedures of doing experiments. They wanted to recruit him, but was declared too dangerous and unstable. So, they have been keeping an eye on his experiments from the shadows.

She glanced down the darkened hallway behind her. Every second they stayed increased the risk. But if Essex thought the thing was worth stealing—if even Norman locked it away—then leaving it behind could be a bigger mistake.

“Where’s the vault?” she asked, already moving.

“Sub-level 7. Right hallway, three clicks, third room. There’s a hidden biometric panel. I cracked it. I’m standing in front of the vault now.”

“Alright,” Yelena said. “No Three, No Four... stay on standby. Watch for movement and set up a path out.”

“Copy that,” they replied.

Yelena moved fast. By the time she arrived, Widow Two was crouched near a thick reinforced vault door that pulsed with soft blue light.

"Let's go." 

The reinforced vault door hissed open with a low groan, releasing a gust of chilled, sterile air. Yelena stepped in beside Widow Two, eyes narrowing at the maze-like corridor ahead. The interior of Sub-level 7 wasn’t just a vault. It was a fortress.

Rows of reinforced walls stretched ahead, polished to an unnatural sheen, humming with energy fields. Blue biometric sensors blinked on every doorway. Cameras tracked nonexistent motion. Pressure-sensitive flooring glimmered faintly under the dim lighting.

And walking between all of it were armed guards.

Some wore Oscorp tactical gear, complete with high-tech rifles and HUD visors. Others were more...unusual. Humanoid security bots, chrome-bodied, patrolled the area. Their joints hissed softly as they pivoted with clockwork precision. Each bot had a mounted energy weapon on one arm and a scanning visor that swept rhythmically across the corridor.

'Well, looks like a bunch of tiny toys. Tony uses these low-level toys to wash his clothes. Haaa... I wanted to break them so badly, but...' Yelena thought, but she had a mission.

Yelena and Widow Two crouched behind a server bank near the entrance, their suits rendering them nearly invisible.

“Hermes, feed me a security grid,” Yelena whispered.

A moment later, her HUD lit up with glowing blue lines, marking the motion patterns of the guards, bot patrol routes, laser grids hidden in the walls, and red zones indicating pressure-sensitive areas.

Hermes' voice came through her comms:
[Recommendation: Move in thirty seconds. Scanning patterns reveal a three-second blind spot. Security is heavy but manageable with current camouflage systems. Initiating slow pulse jamming to reduce bot accuracy by 22%.]

Yelena nodded. “Ready?”

Widow Two gave a tight nod. “On your go.”

As the guards passed, Yelena whispered, “Now.”

---

AN: 1 more ch coming in a few hrs.

[Ironman] Ch: 65 [Unknown variables]

Yelena crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair, staring at the holographic screen in front of her. The battle footage from Howard’s suit played in a loop, showing the Hydra agents storming the containment area. Every movement, every detail was being analyzed.

She let out a breath. “You took down Madame Hydra. You wiped out Zola’s AI. Every Hydra facility, every hidden cell. You found them all and burned them to the ground. And still…” She gestured toward the screen. “They’re here. Organized. Prepared. Someone is pulling the strings... Hydra grew a new head.”

Tony tapped a few commands into the holographic keyboard, eyes scanning the data scrolling past. “Maybe.” He frowned. “Or maybe we’re dealing with something else.”

Yelena raised an eyebrow. “They had Hydra symbols all over their gear. If they’re not Hydra, then who are they?”

Tony leaned forward. “That’s the problem. Just because they wear Hydra’s colors, use Hydra’s tactics, and scream ‘Hail Hydra’ like a bunch of lunatics… doesn’t mean they are Hydra.” He pointed at the screen. “Look at their weapons. Their gear. Their numbers. Some of them fought like trained soldiers, sure, but others? Sloppy. Uncoordinated. That’s not Hydra.”

Yelena frowned. “You think it’s a copycat group?”

Tony nodded. “It makes sense. If the real Hydra is gone, someone could be using their name to scare people. Hydra had power, history, and resources. A new player trying to rise up? Pretending to be them? That would be a smart move.”

He waved his hand, and a new set of data appeared. “Dad’s suit recorded everything... every weapon, every face, every move. Let’s see what we’re really dealing with. Hermes, run a quick scan.”

[Affirmative]

A series of images popped up. Guns, armor, combat tactics, even retina scans. The system started analyzing them one by one. The results were surprising.

[Sir. They have no digital records.]

“Clean,” Tony muttered, eyes narrowing. “No records. No criminal history. No military background. Nothing. It’s like they don’t exist.”

Yelena leaned closer. “That’s not possible. Nobody pulls off an attack like that without leaving a trace.”

“Exactly,” Tony said. “Which means someone went to a lot of trouble to wipe their records.”

Hermes spoke up. “One anomaly detected.”

A new image appeared on the screen. A close-up of a handgun recovered from the battle. It was standard military issue, nothing fancy. But the serial number told a different story.

Tony’s eyes lit up. “Bingo.”

Yelena leaned in. “What?”

He enlarged the weapon’s details. “This gun. It was registered to Oscorp.”

For a second, there was silence. Then Yelena frowned. “Wait… Oscorp? The tech company, Ross is collaborating with?”

“The very same,” Tony said, rubbing his chin. “That means either someone at Oscorp is arming these guys, or… Oscorp is these guys.”

Yelena sat back. “So, what now?”

Tony grinned, "Now, things just got a whole lot more interesting."

He knew about the fact that Norman was trying to create his own version of SSS with government funds in secret, thanks to his past life's knowledge. With Ross involved, he was getting more than enough funds and manpower. 

'So, this is how Norman is playing the game, huh? If I were to guess, they somehow got their hands on Hydra's SSS formula and tried to recreate the serum. But the fact is I've no idea which version of Norman this one is. So, there are many variables involved,' Tony closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing the corner of his eyes as his thoughts ran wild as usual.

Ross knew about the Symbiote and wanted it for himself, so he joined hands with Norman, assassinated the World Council Leaders, who refused to support them, placed their men in their empty seats, and created this mess. His plan was probably to get Peggy killed, pin the blame on Fury, get government support to his side, and take over Shield. That way, Ross would get both the Symbiote and Shield. And Norman will get to supply weapons and technology. It's a win-win situation for both. 

However, things went south when Peggy took Tony's serum, reached peak human form, and burst out of her room, looking for answers. Ross had to amp up his plan and at least get the Symbiote. So, he openly attacked using Hydra's name and guise.

'Humm... Or, it could be Norman, manipulating Ross to get the Symbiote. If this was the game version then Norman needs the Symbiote to fix Harry's disease. Or, he just wants it for experiments. And I've no idea if he took the faulty serum yet. Haaa...' Tony sighed.

"So, are you going to say something or just think and sigh?" Yelena asked.

Tony let out a long breath, then turned to Yelena, his expression sharpening. “Alright, enough thinking. Time for some action.”

Yelena raised an eyebrow. “Finally. I was starting to think you just wanted to sit here and brood all day.”

He smiled a little shaking his head. “As much as I love a good brooding session, we’ve got work to do. I need you to take some of your Widows and do what you do best... infiltrate.”

Yelena’s eyes lit up with interest. “Now we’re talking."

“Oscorp. And Norman’s home,” Tony said, pulling up a detailed map of the Oscorp Tower and Osborn’s personal residence. “I need everything. Every single detail on his company, his personal life, his side projects... everything. If he so much as sneezes in an unusual pattern, I want to know about it. Oh, and look at these black areas. Jammers. I can't get in. So, do plant some bugs while you are at it.”

She leaned forward, studying the data with a wolfish grin. “You really think Osborn is behind this whole mess?”

Tony crossed his arms. “I don’t believe in coincidences. Oscorp weapons in the hands of ghost soldiers? Ross backing this whole thing? Hydra’s name being used as a distraction? Norman’s involved. I just don’t know how deep. I need evidence.”

Yelena cracked her knuckles. “Good. I was getting bored of this peaceful lifestyle. Missions keep me sharp."

He chuckled. “Then this one’s gonna keep you razor-sharp. Take a Widow team, go dark, and dig up everything. If Norman has skeletons in his closet, I want them laid out on my table.”

Yelena stood up, stretching her arms. “Infiltration, espionage, a little breaking and entering? Sounds like a perfect night.”

Tony nodded. “Be careful. Osborn isn’t an idiot. He’ll have countermeasures.”

Yelena smirked. “We got your suits and our skills.”

"Fair enough," He gave a slight nod.

She turned, already sending silent signals to her Widow network through her wrist device. Within seconds, encrypted messages were sent, and her best operatives were mobilizing.

Tony watched her go, then looked back at the holographic screen. His gut told him they were just scratching the surface of something much bigger.

And that was the part that worried him the most.

...

[Meanwhile, Back on the SHIELD Helicarrier…]

The Helicarrier groaned under its own weight as it finally stabilized, emergency thrusters kicking in to correct its descent. Smoke still hung in the air, the aftermath of the intense battle against Hydra or whoever they truly were. Howard retracted his energy whips, his armor cooling down after the sustained combat.

Fury stood among the fallen agents, scanning the wreckage. Peggy wiped the blood from her lip and checked on the SHIELD operatives who were still standing. Maria Hill gave a thumbs-up, signaling that their forces were back in control.

"Well, that was fun," Howard muttered, rolling his shoulders. "Let’s not do that again."

Fury ignored him, turning toward the containment unit. The reinforced chamber that had once held the symbiote was still standing.

But the real problem?

The symbiote was gone.

"Shit," Fury cursed, moving toward the wreckage. His sharp eyes scanned the scene. "Tell me someone saw what happened here."

Hill quickly accessed the security system, but her frown deepened as she tapped through the holographic interface. "Sir… the footage is corrupted. I can't get a clear visual of what happened in the last five minutes before the attack ended."

Peggy stepped forward, her brows furrowed. "You're saying someone stole the symbiote while we were in the middle of the fight?"

"Not just stole it," Howard muttered, running his suit’s scanners over the scene. "They took it without leaving a single trace. No DNA, no energy signatures, nothing."

Fury’s eyes darkened. "That means this wasn't some random Hydra grunt." He turned to Hill. "Get me a list of anyone who boarded the carrier in the last twenty-four hours. I want names, clearance levels, any suspicious activity... everything. Haaa... What a mess."

Hill nodded and moved to a nearby console.

Peggy glanced at the containment unit. "This thing is too dangerous to be out there. If someone took it, they knew exactly what they were doing."

Howard sighed, rubbing his temple. "Great. First, we get ambushed by Hydra. Now we’ve got a missing alien parasite with enough destructive potential to wipe out a city or the world."

...

[A few hours later...] [Horizon Island]

Milena landed before Tony's lab.

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[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 96 [Sue tries a new technique]

Sue went to her knees and pulled down Bruce's pants, revealing his impressive cock, standing tall and proud, eager for attention. She licked her lips and wrapped one hand around it, stroking it slowly as she took the tip into her mouth.

Bruce groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter as he watched her work. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing him, making sure he was fully hard before taking him deeper into her mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking and licking, and Bruce gasped, his breathing becoming ragged as she sucked harder and faster, her lips sliding along his shaft with ease.

She looked up at him as she continued to pleasure him. Her gaze met his, and he saw the desire burning there, a hunger that matched his own. He grabbed the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he began to thrust into her mouth, fucking her face. Sue moaned as his cock slid between her lips, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. He threw back his head, gritting his teeth as he pushed into her even deeper, until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.

Sue gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, relaxing her throat as she swallowed around him, taking him as far down as she could. Bruce groaned, gripping her head tighter, and began to thrust harder, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled out, letting her catch her breath.

"Wow! Phew! That was intense!" Sue said, grinning up at him.

"I nearly came," Bruce chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Well, what's stopping you?" Sue grabbed his cock again and spread the whipped cream all over it.

Bruce laughed, shaking his head. "You're crazy."

"Crazy about you," she murmured, placing a soft kiss on his tip. "And you better start cooking, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce shook his head. He placed the vegetables in a frying pan and added a few spices. Then, he poured olive oil in and turned on the stove. He cooked the vegetables and meat while Sue sucked him off.

She was good. Very good.

The way she was sucking the cream off him, it made his legs tremble.

"Sue, I'm going to come!"

"Hmmm..." She hummed around his cock, and that sent him over the edge. He exploded in her mouth, filling it with cum. She swallowed every drop, not letting any escape. Then she pulled his cock out with a loud pop. "Yummy~"

She smiled up at him, licking her lips. Her eyes went back to his still-hard cock.

"Would you look at that..." Sue licked her lips once again. "Super endurance and stamina... Every girl's dream."

Bruce grabbed the jar of honey and dripped it over his cock. He then gave her a knowing smile. "Lick it. And don't stop even if I cum. Let's see how many times you can make me cum with your mouth while I cook. If you can do it three more times before the dinner is ready, then I'll let you join in with Harley, Selina, or Jen. So, you up for it?"

"A threesome, huh?" Sue's eyes lit up. "Challenge accepted."

She leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she lapped up the sweet honey. She bobbed her head, sucking and licking, while Bruce cooked the vegetables.

Sue was trying too hard, sucking his cock like a freaking vacuum cleaner.

Bruce could feel the pressure building, but he fought it off, concentrating on cooking instead of coming. It was a difficult task, though, with Sue sucking so enthusiastically. She was using every trick in the book, sucking and licking and teasing and humming and moaning around him as she worked him with both hands. He gritted his teeth, trying not to lose control as she took him deep into her throat.

But he came into his throat when she started moaning and shaking her ass like a slut.

"Mmmph... mmmmm..." She moaned, her head bobbing up and down, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard on his cock. Bruce gripped the counter tightly, struggling to hold back as she took him deeper.

He groaned as she pulled back slightly, sucking the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around it as she teased him.

"Two more left..." She then went a bit under him and began sucking his balls. Bruce knew this wasn't going to be easy. Sue was trying everything she could to make him cum.

But he wouldn't give in. Not yet. He concentrated on cooking, adding seasonings to the meat and vegetables while Sue sucked his balls. She was moaning now, her body rocking back and forth as she pleasured herself with her fingers, her lips never leaving his skin.

Bruce closed his eyes, trying to block out the sounds, the sensations. But it was no use. He couldn't ignore the feeling of her mouth on him, the way she was devouring him, eating him alive. He clenched his fists, trying to keep his composure as she licked and sucked his balls, her tongue tracing patterns across his skin as she savored his taste.

She kept doing this for minutes before she stopped, and then she started sucking him again.

But this time, Sue did something new that even Bruce wasn't expecting. She took his entire cock into her mouth and then she pushed his balls into her mouth too. He could feel his tip hitting the back of her throat as she took him deeper, her lips stretched tight around him as she swallowed him whole.

"Fuck! God, Sue!" Bruce looked at her face. She was gagging but was holding his cock and balls into her mouth and even moving her head back and forth as she tried to take him even deeper.

It felt amazing. His eyes rolled back, his jaw went slack as she sucked him like this, her throat constricting around him as she struggled to breathe.

"Damnit... I can't hold back anymore. I'm going to cum!"

Bruce lost it. He exploded into her mouth, his cum shooting down her throat and filling her stomach. Sue moaned around him, swallowing every drop, her hands pumping his shaft as she milked him dry.

When he finished coming, she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop and licked her lips, smiling up at him. "Well? Two down, one to go. How much more time do I have?"

"Uh, ten minutes," Bruce answered, still reeling from the orgasm. "Dang! No one ever did that to me!"

Sue grinned. "I aim to please." She licked the remaining cum off his cock, then stood up. "Now let's see if you can last another round..."

She resumed sucking again, "Drop some more honey." She said between the slurpings. Bruce obeyed, drizzling the golden liquid all over his cock. Sue sucked it all off before looking up at him and a mischievous smile played on her lips.

"Come on, Mr. Wayne," She murmured, stroking his cock with both hands, her lips mere inches away from his tip. "Make me choke on your honey. Fill my throat with it."

Bruce groaned as she took his cock back into her mouth, her lips sliding along his shaft as she sucked him eagerly. She was relentless, working him with both hands as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper into her throat with each stroke.

Bruce gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to give in. He wanted nothing more than to grab her head and fuck her face, but he resisted the temptation. Instead, he focused on cooking, adding spices and herbs to the meat as Sue sucked him off.

But Sue wasn't making it easy. She was moaning now, her body shaking as she pleasured herself with her fingers. She was enjoying this as much as he was, her lips tightening around him as she took him deeper into her throat.

She was incredible. The way she was working him, sucking and licking and teasing him, he knew he wouldn't last long. And judging by the way she was moaning and shaking, she was close too.

He could feel himself getting close, his orgasm building as she sucked him harder, taking him deeper into her throat. His hands gripped the countertop tightly as he tried to hold back, but it was no use. He couldn't fight it any longer.

"Fuck! Sue!" Bruce groaned, his hips bucking forward as he exploded into her mouth, filling her throat with cum. Sue swallowed every drop, her lips never leaving his skin as she drank him down.

"God damn!" Bruce panted, trying to catch his breath. "You're a goddamn pro."

"I aim to please," Sue said, smiling up at him. "So? Did I do it?"

"Did you what?" Bruce asked, confused.

"Did I make you cum three times before the food was ready?"

Bruce blinked. Shit, he forgot about that bet.

"Well, technically, you made me cum four times... but I guess we can consider the fourth one a freebie." He grinned. "Congratulations. You get to join in for a threesome or a four or fivesome... Your choice."

"Yes!" Sue cheered, pumping her fist into the air. "I'm gonna text Harley right now." She picked up her phone from the kitchen counter and started typing furiously.

"You sure you want to call her? Why not call Ami?" Bruce said with a sly grin.

"Ami Han?!" Sue stopped typing and stared at him. "No way! Wait a minute. You did her too, didn't you?"

"She needed a release to stabilize her power, so I helped her out," Bruce replied, smirking.

"Oh my God," Sue said, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable. How was she? Did you have sex with her human form or her fox form? How many times did she make you cum?"

Bruce chuckled. "She was amazing, and she's very good with her mouth, but no as good as you. I did her in both forms. And, well, I lost count of how many times she made me cum or I made her cum."

"Soooo..." Sue thought for a second. "You think she'd say yes to a threesome?"

"If I call her and imagine... You get to dominate her in any way you want. So, what do you say? You want Harley or Foxy?" Bruce asked, smirking. "You have to make up your mind quickly though. The food is almost ready."

"Hmmm... Let me think." Sue paused for a few seconds before a smile formed on her face. "Call Ami."

"Really?" Bruce raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, the idea of dominating her sounds exciting," Sue said, nodding her head. "I wanna see what it's like. Besides, I'll get to see her seduction power in action, right?"

"I suppose," Bruce said, shrugging. "Alright..." The nanites in his hands shifted, forming a phone.

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AN: Let's get a few smut chs out before moving to the final plot.

[Ironman] Ch: 64 [Symbiote]

Valentina smirked as the EMP pulse spread across the floor. She expected Howard’s fancy armor to shut down instantly.

But something unexpected happened.

Instead of shutting down, the suit absorbed the energy. The red and silver plating glowed brighter, pulsing with new power.

Howard blinked inside the helmet. "Uh… did that just..."

[EMP energy redirected. Power levels increased. Activating combat enhancement: Electric Whips.]

Two glowing whips of crackling blue electricity extended from Howard’s gauntlets. They hummed with raw power, arcing through the air like living lightning.

Ward’s smirk vanished. "That’s… not good."

Before anyone could react, the auto-combat mode kicked in.

Howard’s body moved on its own.

With a sharp flick of his wrists, the whips lashed out. The first strike sent two Hydra agents flying backward, their weapons sparking as they hit the ground.

Another agent charged at him from the side. Howard spun, the whips snapping out in a precise arc. The electric tendrils wrapped around the soldier’s rifle and yanked it from his hands before slamming him against the wall.

The remaining agents hesitated.

Too late.

Howard lunged forward, moving faster than he ever could on his own. The whips danced through the air, striking with pinpoint accuracy. One agent went down. Then another. And another.

Valentina took a step back. "Okay… that’s definitely not Stark’s usual tech."

Ward raised his rifle, aiming carefully. "Doesn’t matter. We..."

Howard didn’t give him a chance to finish.

With a powerful crack, the whips struck Ward’s weapon, frying it instantly. Sparks flew as the gun overheated and exploded in his hands. He stumbled back, cursing.

The last of the Hydra agents tried to run.

Howard’s suit didn’t let them.

The whips lashed out, knocking them off their feet. One by one, they collapsed, unconscious. 
[Bang! Bang!] Fury shot Wade and Vanessa, targeting their knees as they tried to climb down an open vent. 
Howard threw two electric arcs toward them zapping the shit out of them.

In seconds, it was over.

Howard stood in the center of the wreckage, the electric whips retracting back into his gauntlets. He exhaled. "Okay. That was awesome."

Fury holstered his pistol and stepped out from cover, eyeing the fallen Hydra agents. "Do I even want to know what that thing is?"

"In due time," Howard replied. 

Hermes activated the scanner, pinpointing all the Hydra agents in that Hellicarrier. There were still thirty agents left.

Howard extended his arm. The holographic map of the carrier appeared with red dots. The agents looked like moving toward the containment area. 

Fury's jaw tightened as he studied the map. The remaining Hydra agents were moving with purpose, their destination clear.

"The containment area," he muttered. "They’re after the damn symbiote."

Howard clenched his fists, his armor’s energy whips flickering for a moment before fully retracting. "Of course they are. Because why just try to kill us when you can also unleash a highly dangerous, world-ending alien parasite while you're at it?"

Fury tapped his earpiece. "Hill, talk to me. What's your status?"

Static crackled for a second before Maria Hill’s voice came through, strained but still controlled. "Not great. We’re barely holding them back. They’re throwing everything at us. If you don’t get here soon, we won’t be able to stop them from breaching containment."

Howard checked the map again. "We’re about three floors above you. If I override the security locks, I can get us an express elevator down there."

Fury gave him a sharp look. "Do it. Fast."

Howard extended his arm, his suit interfacing with the helicarrier’s systems. The AI flickered through hundreds of security protocols in seconds.

[Override successful. Elevator access granted.]

The reinforced doors at the end of the hall slid open. Howard and Fury rushed in.

As the elevator began its descent, Fury reloaded his pistol. "What the hell does Hydra want with the symbiote? They can’t seriously think they can control it."

Howard shook his head. "I don’t know, but if they bond that thing to one of their soldiers, we’re looking at a whole new level of nightmare."

The elevator jolted to a stop.

[Containment level reached.]

The doors slid open to chaos.

Maria Hill and a handful of SHIELD agents were pinned behind makeshift cover, firing at Hydra soldiers who had already breached part of the containment area. The once-sterile white walls were scorched with gunfire, and alarm lights flashed red across the corridor.

At the far end of the room stood a reinforced chamber—a massive, cylindrical containment unit surrounded by blast-proof glass. Inside, a swirling mass of black goo pulsated violently against its restraints.

The symbiote knew something was happening.

And it was excited.

Before they could take action, an explosion rocked the helicarrier, sending a shockwave that rattled the floors beneath their feet. The hull trembled as a massive hole ripped through the side of the containment chamber, the sound of twisting metal and shattering glass filling the air. A SHIELD aircraft, its nose crumpled and mangled, had been blasted into the side of the carrier, forcing its way through the outer walls. The front glass shattered in a spray of shards, and from the wreckage, a figure emerged.

Peggy Carter.

Fury’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stepped from the wreckage, dust swirling around her. Her uniform was the same as always, but her stance… her energy… everything about her screamed like she’d just walked out of another time. She looked just like her old photos from when she was 25 or 30.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Fury muttered, shaking his head.

Peggy raised her fist, cracked her neck, and wiped some of the dust off her face. “Nice to see you too, Nick.”

Howard, standing beside Fury, couldn’t help but smile despite the chaos. "You’re looking... younger," he said, with just a hint of amusement. 'Looks like the serum worked. Now, all that's left is to stop these Hydra bastards.' 

“Long story,” Peggy shot back, eyes scanning the area. "I’ll explain later. For now… let's kick Hydra’s butt."

Fury didn't have time to argue. His eyes went to the Hydra agents recovering, and then to the black, writhing mass of symbiote inside the containment chamber. The thing was thrashing violently.

The chaos escalated as Fury and Peggy Carter led the charge against the relentless Hydra forces. Explosions, screams, and the sound of clashing metal filled the corridor.

Howard flew forward. His electric whips sliced through a line of charging agents, sending them flying and zapping. Fury fired off a series of shots, each bullet finding its mark. Peggy moved like a shadow between them, her fists and acrobatic strikes taking down any Hydra soldier who dared come close. She even took some bullets to save the other Shield agents. Then her regeneration kicked in.

She was as good as new.

Amid the battle, a woman in a matte-black stealth suit zipped through the hole in the hull where Peggy crashed earlier. Her suit’s active invisibility mode rendered her completely undetectable as she moved silently through the chaos. 

Inside the containment chamber, the symbiote writhed violently behind reinforced blast-proof glass, its dark, amorphous form pulsating as if aware of the impending change. The intruder’s gloved hand flicked two compact devices, temporarily disabling the security alarms on the glass and creating a holographic projection, to prevent them from noticing her opening the containment glass and stealing the symbiote.

As soon as she opened the main glass door, the Symbiote lunged at her, but she was ready. Before the Symbiote could latch onto her, a square-shaped blue energy field appeared around it. She quickly put her palm over it. The nanites rushed out, forming a tiny containment box over the energy box. It lashed, trying to get out, but the energy box held strong.

With her mission completed, she retraced her path to the hole in the hull. In an almost ghost-like manner, she slipped away into the darkness, leaving no trace of her presence except for the holographic device which will self-destruct in a few minutes.

...

[Meanwhile...] [Tony's lab]

Tony slammed his fist on the table, grinning like a madman. "Holy hell, that was beautiful!"

The holographic displays surrounding him flickered with live feeds from Howard’s suit. The battle was still raging on the helicarrier, but it didn’t matter. Milena had already slipped away, undetected. Hydra, SHIELD, even Peggy Carter herself... none of them had a damn clue.

He leaned back in his chair, watching the playback of the extraction. Slowing it down, frame by frame, he admired the perfection of how Milena neutralized the alarms, the seamless way she contained the symbiote and her effortless escape through the breach.

"Right under Fury’s big damn nose," Tony chuckled, shaking his head. "God, I love it when a plan comes together."

"Really now?" Yelena, sitting beside him, raised an eyebrow.

"What? I knew Shield was hiding something, that's why I had Milena follow Dad... just never thought it'd be a freaking Symbiote of all things," He replied, leaning back.

"What's a Symbiote? Judging from how those Hydra agents were throwing everything, it must be something dangerous, right?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Dangerous? Well, more than dangerous. And the one who created it... Let's just say, it's a threat even I won't be able to face right now," Tony sighed. 

"So..." Yelena raised an eyebrow. "That thing being on Earth..."

"Yup! Not a good sign. Hopefully, we might be lucky," He gave a side nod. 'Knull. Just stay asleep, please.'

[Batman x Ironman] Ch: 95 [A brief time skip]

[Two Months Later]

Life had a strange way of moving on, no matter how close the universe had come to disaster. Brainiac’s battle had raged in space, far from Earth’s reach, leaving the planet untouched. No cities reduced to rubble. No mass panic or world-ending destruction. Just another day where the heroes had saved everything before most even knew it was in danger.

And so, things returned to normal, or at least, as normal as life could be when gods, mutants, superhumans, and billionaires shared the same social circle.

[Morgan]

Morgan had gone back to college.

She had skipped a few grades, naturally. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, her intelligence made it impossible to fit in with kids her age. Not that it bothered her. If anything, she thrived. Debate clubs, engineering projects, quantum physics experiments. Well, she was already making a namse for herself.

But she never let her studies consume her entirely. She still came home, still visited Hela, Harley, Selina, and Bruce. She still sent pictures of her latest projects, still called when she needed advice (or just wanted to hear their voices). She had a life outside of them, but they were still her family.

And family was everything.

[Selina]

Selina remained at the helm of Stark Industries.

She managed the company with her usual grace—part charm, part ruthlessness, and just enough manipulation to keep the board in check. Just another day.

Stark Industries was thriving. Profits were at an all-time high, and her innovations in clean energy and advanced security systems were revolutionizing the industry. 

Well, occasionally Bruce would sneak into her office and they would fuck each other like there's no tomorrow. Desk, couch, chair... Everywhere.

And she had to admit, it was fun.

[Harley]

Harley… well, Harley was still Harley.

She spent most of her time at the mutant academy, training the next generation of super-powered troublemakers. She wasn’t exactly a traditional teacher. Half of her lessons involved explosives, and the other half involved breaking into top-security facilities just for “learning purposes.”

And, of course, she was still up to her usual antics.

Stealing advanced tech from SHIELD and Bruce's lab. As for Stark Tower, well, she decided it'd be best to not mess with Selina again after her last warning. ("It ain't stealing if they ain't using it right!")

Raiding Clint’s locker for snacks. ("Seriously, Harls, those are my limited edition protein bars!" "Yeah? Then why ain't they in yer stomach, Birdbrain?")

Pranking Mystique whenever the opportunity arose. ("Harley, what the hell is in my shampoo? Why is it all green?" "Oh, nothin'! Just a lil’ color-changing formula, Blue. Hope ya like neon green!")

Despite all the chaos, she was good at what she did. The kids adored her, and under all the jokes and mischief, she was one of the best combat instructors they had. She knew what it meant to be underestimated. She knew what it meant to fight when the world expected nothing from you.

And she made sure none of those kids ever felt like they were alone.

[Hela]

And then there was Hela.

The Goddess of Balance.

She had regained her power… and then some. The surge she had felt during the orphanage explosion hadn’t faded. It had remained, growing, settling into her like it had always belonged. She was still the Goddess of Death, still wielded the power to end life with a flick of her fingers. But now, she had something more. Something greater.

Creation. Protection. Balance.

And for the first time in centuries, she wasn’t a conqueror. She wasn’t a queen ruling through fear.

She was simply living.

Hela had chosen to stay on Earth. The stars were hers for the taking, and yet… she found herself drawn to this chaotic little world and the mortals who called it home. She sparred with Bruce and Morgan occasionally, helped Shield train the new generation Avengers and other superhumans, listened to Morgan ramble about her latest projects, and occasionally dragged Harley out of whatever mess she had gotten herself into.

It wasn’t what she had imagined for herself.

It was better.

One Quiet Evening

Hela sat on the balcony of Wayne Manor, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. A cool breeze rolled in, rustling her hair. She wasn’t wearing her armor, just a simple black tank top and sweatpants—things she never would have worn back in Asgard.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She turned her head slightly as Bruce walked onto the balcony, two glasses of whiskey in hand. He passed one to her before sitting beside her.

She took a sip, savoring the burn. “Do I seem like the type to have pennies for thoughts?”

Bruce smirked. “Fine. A gold coin for your thoughts.”

Hela huffed a quiet laugh. She looked back at the city, at the mortals moving below, living their short but vibrant lives. “I think… I never truly understood what power was before.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “And now you do?”

She nodded. “Power isn’t just about ruling, about strength or fear. True power… is choosing not to use it. Choosing to be something more.”

Bruce was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. I get that.”

They sat there in comfortable silence, two warriors who had spent lifetimes fighting battles, now simply enjoying the quiet.

Then, from inside the house...

“WHO ATE ALL MY GODDAMN COOKIES?!”

Harley’s voice echoed through the halls, followed by a loud crash and Morgan’s panicked yell.

“IT WASN’T ME... OKAY IT WAS, BUT IN MY DEFENSE, YOU LEFT THEM UNGUARDED!”

Selina’s exasperated sigh followed. “You two children better not break the sofa again.”

Bruce took another sip of his whiskey, sighing. “You know… sometimes I think the criminals are less stressful than our own family.”

Hela chuckled. “And yet, you wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

“…Yeah.”

And neither would she.

[The Fallen One]

Far above Earth, in the cold, silent void of space, the Fallen One watched.

He had chosen to stay here, away from the noise and chaos of the world below. From his space station, he could see everything—the stars, the planets, the vastness of the cosmos. But more importantly, he could detect threats before they even got close to Earth.

With his cosmic power, nothing could hide from him. No invasion, no lurking danger. If anything tried to harm this world, he would know. And he would stop it.

He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t one of them. But Earth had given him something no other place had... a reason to care. 

This was his way of paying for his sins. And Earth was his new home.

And for that, he would protect it.

...

[A few days later...] [Sue's penthouse]

The kitchen smelled like home. Garlic sizzling in butter, the rich aroma of seared meat, the faint sweetness of fresh-cut vegetables. It was peaceful, domestic, and...

Sue giggled as Bruce’s lips brushed against her neck for the fifth time in the past two minutes. 

“Bruce,” she warned, barely suppressing a smile. “If you keep that up, I’m going to...”

“What?” he murmured against her skin, his hands resting on her waist as he pressed closer. “Lose focus?”

She rolled her eyes, shifting the knife in her hand to continue slicing the vegetables. “You know I have a knife in my hand, right?”

“Mhm.” Bruce wasn’t fazed in the slightest. His lips skimmed just beneath her ear before he leaned in, voice low and teasing. "You expect me to control myself when you are cooking in nothing but an apron?" His hands tightened on her waist as he pressed his body against hers, and Sue's breath hitched, her heartbeat quickening as a shiver ran up her spine. She could feel the hardness of his muscles, the heat of his skin against her bare back as he kissed her shoulder, leaving a trail of fire across her skin.

She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch.

Bruce kissed her back, following her spine with his lips, slow and teasing. She knew what he was doing—she had a weakness for back kisses. God, it was so unfair how good he was at this.

He went on his knees and spread her butt cheeks open.

"Oh, my," He kissed her butt cheeks. "Someone's dripping already."

Sue was about to respond when he pushed his face between soft butt cheeks and started licking her.

"Fuck!"

His tongue lapped at her sensitive folds, exploring her. Her whole body shivered and she let out a sigh. His hands were on her thighs now, pushing her legs apart. His tongue moved from her pussy to her ass, making her squirm.

"Bruce... ah! I'm supposed to be... ah... cooking dinner!"

Her words trailed off as he pushed his tongue inside her, thrusting it in and out while squeezing her thighs.

"No one's stopping you," he murmured into her ass, sending another shiver through her body.

Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the knife again. She cut the last few veggies quickly, then set them aside before grabbing two handfuls of Bruce's hair and pushing his face deep into her ass, and then she began to rock her hips. She heard his muffled moans as his mouth continued to devour her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gasped, arching her back, and moaned his name, grinding her ass against his face.

"God! I'm close... Just a bit more..."

Bruce gripped her thighs tighter as he kept eating her out, not letting up for even a second. She felt her orgasm building, her whole body tensing up as she pushed harder against him.

Finally, she came.

"FUCK~ GOD~!" She cried out, clutching his hair as her body shook and spasmed, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Bruce held her steady, supporting her as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. When she finally regained control of her limbs, she released his hair and turned around. Bruce smirked up at her, his chin glistening with her juices.

Bruce stood up and licked his lips, "That was a delicious starter."

She slapped his arm, laughing. "You're unbelievable."

"I know." He winked, then leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

They stood like that for several moments, lost in each other's arms, before Bruce pulled away. Sue took a bottle of whipped cream...

"Now, why don't you take over while I have my starter?"

[Ironman] Ch: 63 [Tony's gift]

Peggy grinned as she stood tall. The pain in her legs had vanished. The bullets had done nothing. The wounds were already healed.

The guards hesitated. They had just shot her twice and yet, here she was, standing like nothing had happened.

Peggy cracked her knuckles. "My turn."

She moved fast... faster than she thought possible. In a blink, she was right in front of the first guard. His eyes widened in shock. 

'Hahaha! To think I'd be running again and this fast...'

She grabbed his rifle and crushed it like it was made of paper. His mouth fell open, but before he could react, she punched him in the chest. Hard.

He flew backward, crashing into two other guards. All three of them went down like bowling pins.

The remaining guards snapped out of their shock. They raised their weapons and fired.

Peggy moved.

Her body reacted before she even thought about it. She dodged left, then right, weaving between the bullets like she had been doing this her whole life. It felt natural. Instinctive.

One bullet grazed her shoulder. The skin broke for a second and then healed almost instantly.

'This is incredible,' she thought.

She reached the next guard before he could reload. She grabbed his vest and lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing. He kicked and struggled, but she tossed him aside like a rag doll.

Another guard swung the butt of his rifle at her head. Peggy ducked. The motion was so smooth, so effortless. She felt weightless. Strong. Powerful.

She caught his arm and twisted it. He screamed as the gun fell from his grip.

Peggy didn’t stop. She drove her knee into his stomach, sending him crashing into the wall.

Two more guards charged her. One had a baton crackling with electricity. The other had a knife.

Peggy smirked. "Really? A knife?"

The one with the baton struck first. The electric charge hit Peggy’s arm but it did zero damage. She grabbed the baton, snapped it in half, and punched him so hard he spun in the air before hitting the ground.

The man with the knife hesitated. Peggy raised an eyebrow. "You sure you wanna do this?"

He lunged.

She sidestepped easily, grabbed his wrist, and squeezed. His fingers opened, dropping the knife. She caught it before it hit the ground.

Then she knocked him out with the handle.

More guards appeared at the end of the hallway. Heavily armored. Bigger weapons.

Peggy exhaled, rolling her shoulders. "Alright then. Let’s see what else I can do."

The voice in her head returned. [You're learning fast. Good. But you’re running out of time. Keep moving.]

Peggy smirked. "Gladly."

More guards flooded the hallway, their weapons raised, their faces tense. They had seen what she could do, but they weren’t backing down.

"Stand down!" one of them ordered. "You’re outnumbered!"

Peggy laughed. "Am I?"

Before they could fire, she charged.

She moved like a blur, faster than even she expected. One second, she was standing still, the next, she was in the middle of them. 

She grabbed the first guard and hurled him into two others. They crashed into a wall, groaning in pain.

A fourth guard aimed a heavy-duty energy rifle at her. Too slow. She slapped the barrel aside as he fired, sending a blast of energy into the ceiling. Sparks rained down as she punched him in the gut. He crumpled instantly.

A fifth guard tried to hit her with a stun baton. She caught his wrist mid-swing and twisted it. He screamed as she disarmed him and knocked him out with the same baton.

[Left side.]

The voice in her head warned her just in time.

She ducked as a high-speed projectile whizzed past her ear. 'Sniper.'

Her eyes snapped toward the far end of the hall. There—up on the balcony. A SHIELD marksman, adjusting his aim.

Peggy moved.

She grabbed a fallen guard’s rifle and hurled it like a spear. It slammed into the sniper, knocking him off balance. He fell backward, crashing out of sight.

[Clear. For now.]

Peggy exhaled. Her heart was racing, but not from exhaustion. She felt… alive. Stronger than she ever had before.

She turned and sprinted down the hall. Every step felt light and effortless.

The control room wasn’t far now.

She reached a heavy security door. It was a reinforced steel, fingerprint scanner, with no visible weakness. A normal person wouldn’t get through without authorization.

Peggy wasn’t a normal person anymore.

She grabbed the edges and pulled. The metal groaned, twisted, and then—CRACK!—snapped apart like it was made of cardboard. She ripped the doors open and stepped inside.

The main control room was a circular space, filled with glowing monitors, security feeds, and blinking consoles. A handful of SHIELD operators turned in shock as she entered.

One of them reached for an alarm.

Peggy moved faster. She crossed the room in a heartbeat, slamming his head into the console before he could press the button.

The others backed away, hands up.

"I’m not here to hurt you," Peggy said, her voice firm. "I just want to know, who wants me dead and why? Oh, and give me Fury's location."

...

[Meanwhile...]

[SHIELD Helicarrier – Under Attack]

Gunfire echoed through the hallways of the SHIELD Helicarrier. Fury crouched behind cover, reloading his pistol with quick, practiced movements. Across from him, Howard Stark was doing the same, his expression tense but focused.

"They just keep coming!" Howard muttered, ducking as bullets whizzed past his head.

Fury gritted his teeth and fired back. "I thought we cleared out the Hydra rats years ago!"

"Yeah, well, looks like they were hiding under the damn floorboards!" Howard snapped, taking a shot at an enemy agent before ducking back behind cover.

Down the hall, Hydra agents were advancing in tight formation, their weapons trained on Fury and Howard. They moved with precision, their tactics too well-coordinated.

Leading them were two figures Fury recognized immediately—Grant Ward and Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Ward smirked, his rifle steady. "Out of bullets yet, Director?"

Fury narrowed his eyes. "Not yet."

Valentina chuckled, stepping forward. "Come on, Fury. You know how this ends. Just surrender, and I promise we won’t kill you… right away."

Howard scoffed. "Wow, what a generous offer."

Ward tilted his head. "You should listen, Stark. You're outnumbered, outgunned, and judging by how you're sweating, almost out of ammo."

Howard wiped his forehead. "Yeah, well… that's just because it's hot in here."

Fury gave him a look. "You got a plan, Stark? Because I’m running low."

Howard checked his pockets. "Well, I got one grenade, a busted communicator, and a really strong urge to punch that guy in the face." He pointed at Ward.

Ward grinned. "Go ahead. Try it."

Fury sighed. "That’s not a plan, Stark."

Howard shrugged. "Okay, fine. But you better not ask any questions and keep whatever you see a secret."

He checked the wristwatch Tony gave him. He had no idea what was inside it. A weapon? Armor? He just hoped it would help.

He pressed the button on the side.

Nanites flowed out of the watch, spreading over his body like liquid metal. In seconds, they formed a red and silver high-tech suit. A glowing HUD flickered to life before his eyes, showing data, enemy positions, and even his own heartbeat.

Howard blinked. "Huh."

Fury stared. "What the hell, Stark?"

'Wow! Nanotechnology?' Howard flexed his fingers, feeling the smooth armor shift with him. "I have no idea." 

Howard turned his wrist slightly, and the HUD flickered with new data streams. Targeting reticles, enemy vitals, and movement trajectories are all displayed in rapid succession.

Then, a voice, unmistakably artificial—spoke in his ear.

[Hermes M2 Online.]
[Situation: Hostile engagement detected. Immediate action required.]

Howard raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah, no kidding."

[Select Combat Mode: Lethal / Non-Lethal]

Howard frowned. He wasn’t in the business of senseless killing, not unless absolutely necessary. Hydra scum or not, these people had information. They could tell him who was pulling the strings.

"Non-lethal," he said. "I wanna ask these guys some questions when we're done."

[Acknowledged.]

Fury, still crouched behind cover, eyed Howard warily. "You sure you know what you’re doing, Stark?"

Howard smirked inside the helmet. "Not even a little bit."

[Auto-Combat Mode Available. Activate?]

Howard hesitated. "Auto? As in, you fight for me?"

[Affirmative. Auto-Combat Mode allows full AI-assisted engagement, optimizing efficiency and reaction time beyond human limitations.] 

Howard exhaled sharply. Time was running out, and he wasn’t about to fumble with controls he didn’t understand.

"Alright, Hermes, do your thing. Auto-Combat mode: Engage."

[Acknowledged. Initiating combat protocols.]

The second the command was given, Howard's body moved.

His right arm snapped up, a pulse of concussive energy firing from his palm. The blast hit a Hydra agent square in the chest, launching him backward into two others. Before they could react, Howard’s legs propelled him forward in a burst of speed.

"Whoa!" he yelped as the suit guided his movements.

A Hydra soldier swung a baton at his head. Howard’s body moved effortlessly, avoiding the strike. His left gauntlet shot forward, releasing a small burst of electricity that incapacitated the attacker instantly.

Ward’s smirk faded. "What the hell kind of Stark tech is that?"

Howard grinned. "The kind that makes your job a whole lot harder."

Two more agents raised their rifles. Before they could fire, Howard’s suit calculated their angles and moved him accordingly. A quick side-step, a swift twist of his wrist—twin energy pulses knocked both Hydra goons unconscious.

Fury took the opportunity to emerge from cover, unloading precise shots that took down another pair of enemies. "Alright, I take it back. That thing’s useful."

Valentina, still watching from the back, gave an amused chuckle. "Impressive, Stark. But let’s see how well you handle this."

She tapped a device on her wrist.

The floor beneath Howard suddenly hummed with an electromagnetic pulse.

"Classic Shield security measure designed to deactivate weapons and technology. And that new getup of yours is filled with tech," She smirked with an arrogant expression. "So... Enjoy the little shock."

---

AN: A mini-arc for RED SKULL.

[Ironman] Ch: 62 [Peggy vs SHIELD]

Howard checked his watch. He still had seven minutes before security started asking questions.

Peggy flexed her fingers, rolling her shoulder like she could already feel the serum working. She glanced at the small round record player he had placed beside the vial.

"And this?" she asked, picking it up. "You brought me a record player, too?"

Howard shrugged. "Not my idea. The person who gave me the serum wanted you to have it."

Peggy raised an eyebrow. "And you don’t know what’s inside?"

Howard shook his head. "Nope. Just told to make sure you got it."

He wasn’t lying—not really. He just left out the part where Tony was the one who gave it to him.

Peggy studied his face for a second, like she knew he was holding something back. But instead of pressing, she turned her attention to the device.

It wasn’t an ordinary record player. It was small, smooth, and had just one button on the top.

Without hesitation, she pressed it.

A holographic map flickered to life above the device.

Howard’s eyes widened. "Well, that’s new."

The map showed the Arctic. Cold, empty, endless ice—except for a single red dot.

Over the red dot, glowing words appeared:

Location of Steve Rogers.

Howard felt his breath catch in his throat. He turned to Peggy. She was staring at the map, frozen, her hands clenched tight.

More words appeared beneath the red dot:

He’s frozen in ice. Recovering him would be hard. SHIELD cannot be trusted yet. Solve the situation inside SHIELD. Keep your emotions in check. Don't do anything stupid. If they can make a scapegoat out of you, just imagine what they would do to him. 1 week is all you have. That serum you took is more than just your regular SSS. You will know soon enough. Take down the traitor and meet me at the location. 1 week is all I can give you. Good Luck.

Silence filled the room.

'You gotta be kidding me. Oh, Tony, these things you are doing ain't good for my heart,' Howard swallowed hard. "Well… that’s not what I expected."

Peggy took a slow breath, her voice steady but sharp. "Who gave this to you, Howard?"

He hesitated. He could tell the truth. He could tell her it was Tony.

But if he did, she’d have more questions. Dangerous questions.

So instead, he just said, "Someone who wants to help."

Peggy didn’t look away from the map. Her fingers hovered over the red dot, tracing it like she could reach through the projection and pull Steve out of the ice herself.

Howard knew that look.

She wasn’t just going to sit here and do nothing. 

She found a little ray of hope after so many years and she won't let it go.

She was already planning how to get him back.

.

The player disintegrated into dust before their eyes, the holographic projection flickering out as if it had never existed. A faint hum lingered in the air for half a second, then silence.

Peggy’s eyes remained locked on the empty space where the map had been. Her fingers, still hovering in midair, slowly curled into a fist.

Howard exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Well, that’s one way to make sure no one traces it."

Peggy didn’t respond right away. Instead, she sat back, taking in a deep breath before finally speaking. "Howard." Her voice was even, but there was an edge to it. "What are the chances that what I just saw is true?"

Howard didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even blink.

"One hundred percent."

Peggy turned sharply to face him, searching his expression for any sign of doubt. She found none.

"Just like that?" she pressed. "You’re certain?"

Howard folded his arms. "Peggy, you know me. I don’t say things like that unless I mean it. If this was some wild theory or a half-baked guess, I’d be the first one picking it apart. But the person who gave me that player? The person who gave me that serum?" He shook his head. "They don’t deal in maybes. If they say Steve’s out there, then he is."

Peggy exhaled, her gaze dropping to the floor. For a long moment, she was silent.

Then, softly, she asked, "Who?"

Howard hesitated. He could feel her looking at him, waiting. And for a split second, he considered telling her the truth about Tony. But he knew Peggy. He knew how she operated. If she knew Tony was involved, she’d demand to meet him, demand answers and that wasn’t an option. Not yet.

So instead, he gave her the only answer he could.

"As the message said. 1 week. Solve the situation here and then meet him at the location. Sorry, Peggy. I can't put him at risk."

She stood, rolling her shoulders again, as if testing the serum’s effects. Already, Howard could see a difference—the stiffness in her joints was fading, the exhaustion in her posture easing.

She was getting stronger.

And if she was getting stronger, that meant whoever was trying to keep her locked away? They were running out of time.

Peggy met Howard’s gaze, eyes sharp and filled with something he hadn’t seen in decades.

Determination.

"I have one week," she said, repeating the words from the message. "One week to take down a traitor in SHIELD and set things right."

Howard nodded. "Yeah. And I have a feeling it’s gonna be the longest damn week of our lives."

Peggy smirked. "Then we’d better get started."

Howard grinned. "That’s the Peggy Carter I know. But we'll start tomorrow. Or, you can always do it the good old ways. You know, smash through everything, beat up a few agents for information."

"That'd depend on the serum's effect. Just be ready tonight," She said, clenching her fists.

..

[That night]

Peggy couldn’t sleep. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. The message, the serum, Steve... everything was swirling in her head. 

Then, it began.

A strange warmth spread through her body, starting from the injection site in her arm. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It felt like her blood was heating up, moving faster, changing.

She sat up, gripping the edge of the bed as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her heart pounded. Her muscles tensed.

Then, she felt it.

The stiffness in her joints faded. The aches and pains she had lived with for years disappeared, melting away like they had never been there. Her hands, once lined with age, became smoother before her eyes.

She rushed to the small mirror on the wall.

Her face was changing. Wrinkles softened, then vanished. Her silver hair darkened, returning to the rich brown it had been in her youth. Her eyes, once dulled by time, grew sharp and bright.

Her breathing quickened. She touched her face, feeling smooth skin, and firm muscles.

Then came the real change.

Her body burned—not with pain, but with power. Strength filled her limbs. She clenched her fists, and for the first time in decades, she felt unbreakable. Her posture straightened, her muscles firmed. 

She was young again.

Peggy took a deep breath. She felt alive. More alive than she had in years.

As for the cameras, Howard took control of it after leaving Peggy's room. 

...

Peggy took a deep breath and clenched her fists. The surge of strength in her body felt unreal, but there was no time to question it. She had a mission.

She stepped toward the heavy metal door and gripped the edges. The thick steel groaned under her grip. With a sharp breath, she pulled. Metal bent like it was nothing. The door ripped open, and the sound of tearing steel echoed through the hallway.

The guards outside snapped to attention.

"Stand down!" one of them ordered, raising an electric baton.

"What the hell? Who is she?" The other one aimed his taser.

Peggy stepped forward.

They moved fast. She barely had time to react before they attacked.

An electric baton struck her shoulder. Blue sparks crackled over her skin. She braced for pain, for the numbing shock... but felt nothing.

A second guard jabbed a taser into her ribs. The prongs dug into her skin. Sparks flew.

Again, nothing.

Peggy frowned. She could feel the pressure of the attacks, but no pain. No weakness. If anything, the shocks only made her more aware of how strong she had become.

She moved. Fast.

Her fist struck the first guard, sending him flying into the wall. He crumpled, groaning. The second tried to swing at her, but she caught his wrist, twisted it, and sent him crashing to the floor.

The third aimed a sonic gun at her. A deafening pulse of energy blasted through the hallway. Peggy staggered back, ears ringing.

Annoying. But not enough.

She pushed forward, grabbed the sonic gun, and crushed it in her hands like it was made of paper. The guard’s eyes widened in fear.

"Don't ever do that again."

Then she knocked him out with a single punch.

She turned toward the exit. As soon as she opened the gate...

BANG.

A sharp, burning pain tore through her leg.

She gasped, stumbling forward.

BANG.

Another bullet hit her other leg. She collapsed to one knee.

The pain was intense. Real. A shock after feeling invincible just moments ago. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay focused. "Armor-piercing bullets, huh?" 

She looked up.

A new group of guards stood at the end of the hallway. Black armor. Heavy rifles. Lethal unit.

They weren’t holding back.

Peggy braced for another shot, but before they could fire again, something strange happened.

The pain in her legs faded.

She glanced down. The bullet wounds were closing. Muscle and skin knitting together right before her eyes. 'Wow! Instant regeneration?'

The guards hesitated, watching in shock.

Then Peggy heard a voice in her head. She was shocked for a moment but quickly recovered. [What are you waiting for? You have instant regeneration. Fight till your heart's content. Get used to your new body. And no worries, you won't die. Oh, if you are wondering who am I? Well, I made that serum and there are countless nanites running in your body. I'm simply speaking through them. So, chop-chop. You have fifteen minutes to get out of there.]

Peggy smirked.

Then she stood.

Their hesitation cost them.

She lunged.