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The two cats, one gray and one black, were Hakimi and Kuro.
Hakimi initially didn't want to come, but he had made a mess of the kitchen.
Lionel's exact words were, "This house doesn't keep idlers, and that includes idle cats.
Since you broke the oven, then you'll have to work hard to complete the task I've given you."
And so, Hakimi was sent by Lionel to record Iron Man's exciting moments.
Kuro followed because Makima said she also really wanted to see the spectacular footage of Tony Stark, who could influence the World, speculating that it might make a great movie someday.
Thus, this fawning cat volunteered to help Hakimi with the recording.
"This won't do!" Kuro expressed his disapproval of Hakimi's current filming method.
"How can you record such brilliant footage for Miss Makima from this far away?
Get closer, King."
Hakimi placed the camera on the head of Denji, the golden retriever beneath him, his cat face full of a 'are you kidding me' expression:
"Ugly brute, what nonsense are you spouting?
Look at that red car; it's been flattened into a car pancake.
I don't want to go over there and become a cat pancake!"
Kuro's face showed an expression of disdain:
"A good-for-nothing is a good-for-nothing.
They're just two lumps of iron; what are you afraid of?
Listen to King, go closer and film.
King will protect you, you cat pancake."
Hakimi looked up at Kuro, who was standing on a black hoverboard, his expression indicating he didn't even notice the battle below.
So, he tentatively proposed his condition:
"I can go over and film, but you have to let me play with the hoverboard under your feet."
"No, this hoverboard belongs to Miss Makima; there's no way I'd let you play with it."
Hakimi pouted.
Although he also felt that Makima, the new cat owner, was very good, Kuro was being overly dramatic.
"I'm really fed up with you.
Then you protect me, and when I go back, I'll directly ask Miss Makima to play with this hoverboard; she'll definitely give it to me."
Hakimi tapped the golden retriever Denji's head and said, "Stupid dog, go down there."
"Woof!"
The golden retriever Denji barked in agreement and, carrying Hakimi, ran towards the edge of the park.
Kuro watched this scene with satisfaction, nodding and controlling his hoverboard to follow behind.
Meanwhile, the battle between Iron Monger and Tony Stark was raging, resembling a blacksmith's forge with sparks and flames flying everywhere.
The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the entire street, leaving only flattened cars in its wake.
The owners of these cars were lucky, because if Tony Stark won, they would all get new cars provided by Stark Industries.
The only car Tony Stark probably couldn't compensate for was that old Chevrolet.
Poor Phil Coulson.
"Why can't you just die quietly?" Obadiah Stane had lost control of his emotions.
"No can do.
I saw that Hell is broken and rundown, without even air conditioning.
I can't get used to that kind of place, so I skipped my Hell trip.
You know I often skip various events, and it seems you've always taken my place, Obi.
You've done very well in that regard, so to reward your many years of effort, I've changed the candidate for the Hell trip to you.
Just take my place one more time."
Tony Stark's verbal sparring skills were still formidable, making Obadiah Stane's veins pop out as he hammered away with even more force.
Tony Stark fended off Iron Monger with his left arm, enduring the pain from his right arm, and controlled his suit to forcefully shove his right arm into Iron Monger's chest.
A crack had been made there by his repulsor blast during the earlier fight.
"Stark, at a time like this, you're still so naive.
My Iron Monger isn't like your exquisite toy; it's a weapon, a powerful killing machine.
Its armor is thicker than your toy's arm.
You can't attack me."
Seizing the brief opportunity when Tony Stark attacked him, Iron Monger used a palm two sizes larger than Mark II's head to grab Mark II's body and forcefully threw it towards a distant car again.
Accompanied by the car's explosion, this time the car didn't even leave a compressed package; it was directly blown into fragments.
Fortunately, Tony Stark never considered cost when making things.
Although Mark II wasn't made of gold-titanium alloy, it was sturdy enough that the explosion wouldn't harm Tony Stark inside.
His most severe injury now was the old injury to his right arm that he aggravated when he attacked Iron Monger with the suit's right arm.
"Stark, look at how pathetic you are.
You have epoch-making inventions but don't think about using them, only knowing how to build your ridiculous toys.
What a waste!" Obadiah felt much better.
He had finally managed to beat up Tony Stark, this overgrown child.
Tony Stark wasn't angry; he just said, "Obi, do you like Halloween?"
"What do you mean?" Tony Stark's nonsensical words made Obadiah Stane like Louis XVI, utterly bewildered.
"Nothing, just wishing you a happy Halloween in advance and giving you a jack-o'-lantern, thanks to a certain Goblin's friendly sponsorship."
Tony Stark's tone was flippant; he no longer took Iron Monger seriously.
"What are you talking about?" Obadiah Stane roared, Tony Stark's tone making him uneasy.
"I forgot that you big, clumsy guy can't seem to look down.
Alas, you can't see the gift I sent you!"
Tony Stark's tone was very disappointed.
Obadiah Stane wanted to rush over and question him, but as he took one step, a violent explosion erupted from Iron Monger's chest, instantly engulfing Iron Monger's entire body.
After the fire from the explosion disappeared, only fragments of Iron Monger remained on the spot.
Obadiah Stane's corpse was mixed in with the fragments, completely unidentifiable.
"May Hell also have Halloween.
Obi will surely love the pumpkins to death."
In New York, Tony Stark hadn't let Harry Osborn go without doing anything.
He had also taken all the pumpkin bombs from Harry Osborn and made some modifications to the few pumpkin bombs he had left when preparing Mark II earlier.
Tony Stark wouldn't be so foolish as to fight Iron Monger with a blank slate suit; that would be a guaranteed death.
So, he took the opportunity to insert the modified pumpkin bombs into Iron Monger's chest.
No matter how strong the defense, the inside is always vulnerable, and there were no surprises.
Obadiah Stane had already begun his journey to Hell.
"Tony!"
An anxious and concerned voice came over; it was Pepper Potts.
"Are you alright?
Can you still move?
Hurry and come to the hospital with me; don't let anything happen!"
Tony Stark's current appearance could be described as very miserable.
Mark II was dented and pitted, with some areas directly caved in by large chunks, and multiple cracks on the surface, making it barely possible to see Tony Stark inside.
The suit opened up, revealing Tony Stark's mustached face, and he laughed:
"Pepper, don't you trust my abilities?
I have no problems right now; look, the suit is still on me."
Just as Tony Stark said this, a shoulder plate from his left arm directly fell off.