Superman in Marvel: Multiverse Ascendant

As the two armored figures crossed into U.S. airspace, a soldier monitoring the radar mistook them for Superman and immediately triggered the emergency alert, reporting to his superiors. That was why an elite squadron of over a dozen fighter jets was now deployed.

At some point, a sleek silver-white suit of armor had appeared beside the golden-red one.

"Damn it, they're organized! Shoot them all down!" General Ross barked, his beard trembling with frustration.

From a distance, Leon observed the two armors weaving through a hailstorm of bullets. Without hesitation, he accelerated, closing in on an increasingly distressed Tony.

"Tony, we haven't seen each other for a while, but you look like you've just crawled out of an oil field."

"AH!" Tony yelped, startled by Leon's sudden appearance. His golden-red armor jerked slightly before he regained control. "Leon! Maybe next time, you could show up like a normal person instead of a ghost!"

He nearly lost his balance mid-air before his HUD adjusted. "Also, why the hell are you wearing my armor?!"

Leon tilted his head. "Because you took my armor first."

Glancing back, he noticed the squadron of fighter jets on their tail, relentless in their pursuit. Bullet tracers crisscrossed the air, sealing off most escape routes.

"I mean, why aren't you in one of those skintight suits of yours?" Tony grumbled as he narrowly dodged another volley.

"Have you forgotten my identity when I wear the Superman suit? I can't just casually meet you like that." Leon maneuvered effortlessly through the incoming fire, his movements fluid compared to Tony's frantic dodging. "But the real reason? I plan to show you the correct way to use this hunk of metal."

Tony scoffed. "Oh, what? You brought me an instruction manual for my own armor? Fantastic! Just what I needed."

"What I'm about to do next isn't in the manual. Watch carefully—I won't use any of my own strength for this."

Memorizing the fighter jet positions behind him, Leon suddenly shouted, "Jarvis, deploy ailerons!"

With a sharp hiss, the Mark II's ailerons extended, creating instant drag. Leon's armor decelerated abruptly, dropping him straight into the midst of the fighter jets.

Jarvis, ever obedient, executed the command without hesitation.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" Tony shouted, twisting his head to watch Leon disappear into the squadron.

The pilots were equally stunned.

One fighter pilot turned, his jaw tightening as he saw the silver-white armor now flying parallel to his cockpit, casually waving at him.

"Command center, this is Unit 3! Target has deliberately slowed and infiltrated our formation. Requesting updated attack orders!"

"Authorization granted. Shoot it down!" The order came immediately.

"Attack! Attack!" The squadron dispersed into a combat formation. Some accelerated, cutting off potential escape routes, while others slowed to trail Leon from behind, effectively boxing him in.

For the pilots, this was an opportunity gift-wrapped in silver-white armor. Their target had willingly walked into a trap.

"Unit 1, locked on!"

"Unit 2, locked on!"

"All units, fire!"

Missiles streaked from multiple jets, accompanied by a relentless barrage of machine-gun fire, aiming to block all paths of retreat. Leon was surrounded by an explosion of firepower.

Within seconds, over a dozen missiles were closing in, each rapidly gaining speed.

But Leon had no intention of sitting still.

Without activating his propulsion, he abruptly cut power and fell into a controlled free-fall. His movement created an immediate chain reaction—the tracking systems of all missiles adjusted simultaneously, leading to a momentary deceleration as they recalibrated.

"Follow him!" The squadron adjusted their formation to match his descent.

"Jarvis, engage intelligent targeting."

Leon relied entirely on the Mark II's onboard systems, avoiding the use of superhuman vision or reflexes. Instantly, his helmet's HUD displayed real-time trajectories and velocity data for each missile.

"Perfect."

Leon reversed course, accelerating backward with the missile swarm hot on his tail. Unlike Tony's earlier movements, Leon's maneuvering now took him in the exact opposite direction.

"Leon!" Tony's voice crackled through the comms. "What the hell are you doing?! Stay calm! Try not to engage! We're technically 'invaders' right now—don't escalate the situation!"

Strictly speaking, their unregistered mechs, equipped with advanced weaponry, made them unauthorized foreign combatants. The fighter pilots had every reason to shoot them down.

"Relax, just watch how I handle this." Leon's tone remained light as he maintained a steady pace, ensuring that the missiles trailed him without catching up.

Just as the missiles were about to close in, he suddenly adjusted his trajectory, decelerating before rapidly surging forward again.

At that instant, he positioned himself beside one of the leading missiles. With a soft clang, his armor made direct contact with its shell.

"Jarvis, activate electromagnetic shielding and run a low-voltage current through the armor to neutralize the missile's detonation sensor."

Upon receiving the command, the Mark II's systems subtly discharged an electrical pulse, dampening the missile's fuse without setting it off.

Leon smirked. "Now, let's take a ride."

Boosting his thrusters to full power, he accelerated in tandem with the missile, using it as both cover and bait.

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