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The launch of the Baymax Medical Robot was a cultural reset. In the weeks that followed, the sight of the gentle, white giants became a common and beloved part of New York life. Posters of Baymax adorned skyscrapers, his simple, caring face looking down on the bustling city. In Times Square, massive digital billboards played commercials showing him helping the elderly, playing with children, and calmly de-escalating tense situations. Videos went viral daily: a Baymax unit patiently waiting for ducklings to cross the street, another using its own body to shield a child from a sudden downpour. Stark Industries and Baymax Medical were lauded for their partnership, ushering in what the media dubbed "the new age of compassionate technology."
Then, the other side of the coin dropped. Justin Hammer, burning with jealousy and ambition, launched his own massive marketing campaign. His ads were the antithesis of Baymax's—all fire, fury, and military might.
"Iron Man is not unique," the deep-voiced narrator growled over images of sleek, gun-metal drones. "Hammer Industries, in partnership with the United States Armed Forces, is proud to present the future of American defense. Witness the dawn of the Steel Robot army at the Stark Expo!"
The city, already buzzing with technological fervor, became even more electric with anticipation.
On Apex Island, however, there was only peace. Aidan had finally handed over all construction protocols to his AI, Ruby. With a steady stream of materials arriving through the portal, the expansion of his base and the Baymax factory was now a self-sustaining, automated process. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, he could rest.
He was sitting on a grassy knoll overlooking the Pacific, the starry sky a brilliant, unpolluted canopy above him, when he decided to check in. He dialed Aunt May. The sound that answered was not her familiar voice, but a cacophony of cheering crowds and loud, bombastic music.
"Aidan? Honey, I can barely hear you!" May's voice shouted over the din.
"Where are you?" he asked, a sense of confusion creeping in.
"We're at the sports center! The Stark Expo! Hammer Industries is holding that steel mech exhibition, and Peter has been begging to come all week!"
Aidan went cold. The Expo. Hammer. Vanko. The pieces clicked into place in his mind with horrifying speed. It was the movie. It was happening now.
"May, listen to me very carefully," he said, his voice dropping its relaxed tone, replaced by one of sharp, urgent command. "Take Peter and get out of there. Don't wait, don't ask questions. Leave the building right now. There's going to be—"
His words were cut off by the sound of panicked screams and the deep, percussive thump of an explosion through the phone's speaker.
"May? Aunt May!" He called her name twice, but the only response was static. The line was dead.
"Ruby!" he roared, already on his feet, the microbots of his Archangel suit flowing over him. "Hack into Hammer Industries' mainframe. Now! Seize control of all active drones! I'm on my way!"
"Invading," the AI's calm voice replied in his ear as he blasted into the night sky.
The Stark Expo was a maelstrom of chaos. The crowd, which moments before had been cheering, was now a panicked mob, stampeding for the exits. On the stage, the Hammer drones had gone rogue. Their polished chrome frames swiveled, their weapon systems activated, and they began firing indiscriminately. In the sky above, several flying drones, trailing white exhaust, were locked in a dogfight with Iron Man.
But as Aidan's suit streaked across the Atlantic, his sensors picked up something unexpected on the ground. A handful of familiar white figures were moving through the panicked crowd. The Baymax units he had sent for a peaceful demonstration had activated their own combat protocols. Red carbon-fiber armor flowed over their inflatable bodies as they created force fields to shield fleeing civilians. Others were already performing battlefield triage, their medical programming adapted for the disaster zone, calmly treating the injured amidst the chaos. It was his philosophy, in action.
"Ruby, report!" Aidan commanded as he broke the sound barrier.
"Hammer Industries' mainframe has been invaded," the AI replied. "I am fighting for control. The enemy's counter-intrusion software is formidable. Progress is at twenty-three percent."
In a dark control room far from the Expo, Ivan Vanko watched his own code being systematically dismantled by an unknown, impossibly elegant digital entity. He tried to counter, but for every firewall he erected, the ghost in his machine found three ways around it. Realizing he was losing the cyberwar, he made a decision. With a snarl, he activated his own, far more powerful Whiplash armor and headed for the battle himself.
Aidan arrived at the Expo, a black streak in the night sky. He immediately scanned the crowd for his family. He found them. And he saw a Hammer drone, its minigun spinning up, taking aim at a small boy wearing a toy Iron Man helmet. Peter.
With a surge of power, Aidan swooped down, a silent angel of death. He flew past the drone, and one of his plasma arrows lanced out, severing its head from its body. He grabbed Peter, lifting him out of the stampede.
"It's me, Peter!" he shouted into the boy's ear over the roar of the chaos. Peter, who had been struggling, immediately went still.
At that moment, a call came through on his private comms link. "Aidan, you came just in time!" Tony's surprised voice crackled. "The ground robots are yours. I'll take the sky."
"I'm hacking them," Aidan replied, setting Peter down next to a frantic Aunt May. "Just hold on a little longer."
"My God, Peter!" she cried, hugging her son tightly.
Aidan turned his attention back to the battle. The drones were still firing, but their movements were becoming more erratic.
"Progress at one hundred percent," Ruby reported. "Full control has been acquired."
"Good," Aidan said. "Scan for an open, unpopulated area. The park by the river. Send all drones there and initiate their self-destruct programs. Except any suit with a human pilot inside."
"Acknowledged."
Across the battlefield, every Hammer drone suddenly stopped its attack. They turned in unison and flew away, a silent, orderly retreat. In the sky, Rhodey, in his War Machine armor, hovered in confusion. "Tony, what's happening?"
"That's our kid," Tony replied.
At that moment, Vanko, in his formidable Whiplash armor, landed with a crash in front of Tony. He engaged Iron Man and War Machine in a brutal close-quarters battle. His optimized energy whips crackled, not only slicing through their armor but disrupting their induction circuits. He ensnared both heroes, the powerful currents shorting out their systems. They were helpless.
He pulled the paralyzed Tony in front of him, his faceplate retracting. "You lose," Vanko grinned, raising a whip for the killing blow.
Tony, his suit dead, could only glare back. But with his last ounce of will, he whispered a single word into his comms. "Insurance."
"...No," Tony's voice said, though his lips didn't move. "You lose."
From a hidden compartment in Tony's gauntlet, a single, sleek, silver-black arrow shot out. Vanko's pupils reflected the brilliant blue plasma tip for a fraction of a second before it pierced his forehead. There was no explosion. Just a quiet, final thunk. The light in Vanko's eyes went out, and his massive suit crashed to the ground.
Tony pushed the dead machine off him, taking off his own damaged helmet. "That thing," he gasped, looking at the small arrow that had just saved him, "is really useful."
In the distance, a chain of massive explosions lit up the sky over the river, a gorgeous firework display of self-destructing drones. The battle was over.
"Looks like you didn't need my help after all," Rhodey said, landing beside him and staring at the small, perfect hole in Vanko's helmet.
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