Jason stood bare-chested, blood dripping from his wounds.
He looked up at Tony, expressionless, then stomped the ground hard.
BOOM!
He shot into the air, his energy shield wrapped in flames, streaking across the sky like a meteor.
Tony frowned, annoyed. "This guy's a cockroach. Still not dead."
He raised his hands, firing three full-power electromagnetic pulses.
Jason dodged with a flicker, then accelerated toward Tony.
He raised his right hand, energy enveloping his fist, forming a pale blue glow.
Seeing the pulses miss, Tony clenched his fist and flew at Jason.
The Iron Man suit was made of aerospace-grade materials—strong, heat-resistant, corrosion-proof. No way it could lose to Jason's flesh-and-blood body.
Both brimming with confidence, they collided midair, fists slamming together.
BOOM!
A muffled explosion lit the night sky.
A draw.
Jason smirked. "The suit's second weakness? It sucks at close quarters."
Tony scoffed, ready to retort, but Jason's fist opened into a claw, grabbing Tony's armored hand.
Pale blue energy coated Jason's palm. With a roar, he squeezed, and the indestructible suit creaked, deforming.
Bang!
The right hand's repulsor exploded like a shattered bulb.
What?
Tony froze, stunned.
He yanked his arm, trying to break free.
"Argh!"
No matter how hard he pulled, Jason's grip held like iron.
"Jarvis!" Tony shouted, panicked.
Jarvis diverted all power to the chest reactor, preparing to blast Jason away.
Seeing the glowing Arc Reactor, Jason focused energy into a chest shield.
BOOM!
A pulse shot out, knocking Jason a hundred meters to the ground.
His shield spared him injury.
Midair, he adjusted, spreading energy across his body, then slammed both feet into the ground.
Bang!
The impact cratered the concrete, swallowing his legs to the knees.
Absorbing the fall, Jason leapt out, looking up at Tony with a grin. "Hey! You need a hand?"
In his right hand, he held Tony's severed armored arm, ripped off in the blast.
In the air, Tony glanced at his exposed right arm, fists clenching, eyes wary.
Jason's a fucking nightmare.
Whoosh!
Rockets fired from afar.
Jason snorted, crushing the armored arm flat with one hand, then launched into the air.
Two rockets arced, chasing him skyward.
Knowing he couldn't outrun them, he climbed to the perfect height and position, then reversed, charging the rockets.
The guards guiding them didn't react in time. Jason grabbed both rockets midair.
"Hyah!"
With a roar, his muscled arm surged with energy, hurling the rockets at a factory rooftop.
The throw was so forceful the guards' remote controls couldn't adjust their path.
"My God!" The rooftop guards screamed, dropping their launchers to flee.
Too late. The rockets hit.
BOOM!
The roof caved in, the top floor collapsing. The guards fell, buried under rubble.
Jason infused his left arm with energy, flinging the other rocket at an armored vehicle.
"Oh! My! God!" The security chief gasped inside.
BOOM!
The vehicle exploded, killing the command team inside.
*
Jason looked up at Tony, eyes cold, making a throat-slitting gesture.
Tony flipped him off.
Jarvis warned, "Sir, beyond energy absorption, Jason's physical strength far exceeds human limits."
Tony sighed. "Yeah, he's a tank. First time I've seen someone eat a rocket with their body."
"Sir, pulses and rockets can't kill him. I suggest retreat, or you may die," Jarvis advised.
"Got it," Tony said, voice heavy with reluctance.
Golden pulses flared from his boots as he fled without a word.
Jason wasn't letting him go.
He shot after Tony, a blue meteor streaking through the night.
*
"Jarvis, divert all power to the boots."
"Sir, they're at max output. Pushing harder will damage the system," Jarvis replied.
Tony glanced back. Jason was still on his tail.
"This speed won't shake him. Jarvis, looks like we're fighting."
"Sir, I've contacted Ms. Potts. A portable suit and new Arc Reactor are en route."
Tony nodded. "Then head for Pepper."
In the dark sky, two meteors raced, one chasing the other.
Tony's suit was limited—beyond the reactor, its repulsors had low output caps.
Full power from boots and arms only hit Mach 1.2, slowed further by his exposed arm.
Jason's speed depended on stored energy.
With enough, he could fly as fast as he wanted, his shield blocking wind and temperature. He could chase Tony into space.
Within a minute of leaving Stark Industries, Jason caught up.
He flew above, charging his fist with energy, then dove.
Jarvis, tracking Jason, warned Tony as the attack came.
Tony spun, firing a chest pulse.
Jason smiled, not dodging, taking it head-on.
His energy was low—Tony's full-power pulse would recharge him in three seconds.
During those invincible seconds, Jason swung, his fist colliding with Tony's left.
Bang!
The energy release blasted them apart.
"Sir, the left arm's slightly damaged," Jarvis reported.
Tony raised his hand, seeing a clear fist imprint.
"Jarvis, I've got a plan."
He charged Jason.
"Not giving up? I'll beat you till you do," Jason taunted, gathering more energy and rushing forward.
Seeing Jason's glowing fist, Tony smirked.
He dodged the punch, grabbing Jason's shoulder with his left hand, locking tight.
"Got you!"
Tony's chest reactor fired a full-power pulse.
Unable to dodge, Jason took the hit to his chest.
"Argh!"
Pain seared through him. Roaring, he smashed his right fist into Tony's head.
Bang!
Tony blacked out, blood streaming from his temple. His left hand loosened, and he plummeted.
The sustained pulse blasted Jason away.
*
Downtown L.A. buzzed with nightlife.
Two flashes crashed from the sky.
Jason smashed through an office building, top to bottom, piercing all ten floors.
Tony hit the street, slicing a semi-truck in half. The truck swerved, causing a chain of crashes.
Their arrival caused chaos. Bold onlookers pulled out phones to film.
Jason shoved rubble aside, struggling to his feet.
"Shit! Left arm's dislocated."
Gritting his teeth, he snapped it back, face grim, and limped out.
The crowd filming froze, then paled.
"My God!"
"Jason!"
"Help!"
Jason stood at the entrance for a second. Hundreds scattered instantly.
"Heh, treating me like the plague," He muttered, spitting blood.
He floated up, heading for Tony.
Tony's crash left him sliding ten meters, stopped by a massive tree.
"Sir, wake up!" Jarvis urged.
Tony stirred, vision doubled, the world spinning.
"Where am I?"
"Downtown L.A., sir. Jason knocked you out. Preliminary diagnosis: concussion."
"Concussion?" Tony grimaced.
Jason's superhuman strength outclassed Tony.
Falling from thousands of meters, cushioned by the suit and pulses, still felt like a trip through hell.
His head throbbed, thinking nearly impossible.
He wanted to lie there and sleep, but Jason wouldn't allow it.
"Tony! Where are you?" Jason's voice echoed.
To Tony, it was the Grim Reaper calling.
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