Ultimate DMC Sytem In Marvel

She clutched the encrypted data module close to her chest, having just finished downloading the last set of files from Obadiah's secure terminal. Evidence of secret shipments, unauthorized weapons development, and detailed blueprints of something massive: a repurposed version of Tony's original Mark I armor.

Her hand trembled slightly.

She wasn't used to this—espionage, infiltration, risk. But Tony need help. She want to help him. And she wasn't going to run.

Behind her, the reinforced vault door slowly began to close—but not before a heavy metallic footfall echoed through the lower hallway.

Pepper turned.

Her breath caught in her throat.

From the far side of the corridor, emerging out of shadow and steam, came a towering monstrosity of steel and fire.

Obadiah.

Inside the grotesquely enlarged, armored exosuit—one reverse-engineered from Tony's own design—he moved with the grace of a human and the weight of a Tank. The Iron Monger, nearly twice the size of Tony's Mark II, gleamed in dull gunmetal gray, with glowing blue lines running down its limbs.

The voice that crackled from within the suit was distorted, mechanical… but unmistakably him.

"Going somewhere, Miss Potts?"

Pepper backed away slowly, slipping the data module into the side pouch of her blazer. "You won't get away with this, Obadiah."

"Oh, but I already have." The massive shoulders of the Iron Monger hissed with steam as the suit's core roared to life. "And now, I'm going to clean up loose ends."

He raised one mechanical arm, the repulsor cannon glowing with lethal light.

Pepper turned to run—

BOOM.

A shockwave slammed into the wall beside her as Obadiah fired a warning shot. Sparks rained from the ceiling. Pipes hissed. She stumbled forward into a side chamber, desperately hitting the emergency seal panel.

The blast door hissed closed just as another repulsor shot exploded behind her.

Inside the suit, Obadiah scowled.

"Stupid girl."

Above – Stark Industries Rooftop

A streak of gold and red rocketed across the Los Angeles skyline.

Tony.

The Mark II armor glinted under the moonlight, condensation trailing in his wake as he soared toward the building. Inside his HUD, JARVIS continued scanning.

"Signal confirmed. Miss Potts is in the lower R&D vaults. Obadiah has activated the Iron Monger. Power levels climbing rapidly."

"Can you bypass the interference and patch me through?"

"Negative, sir. All communication is being scrambled."

Tony clenched his fists. "Then I'll do this the old-fashioned way."

He banked hard, twisting midair into a dive.

CRASH!

Glass exploded inward as Tony blasted through the upper windows of the Stark Tower and into the shaft leading to the lower levels. Alarms screamed. Security systems blared, but they all recognized his signature—none fired.

He dropped down to the sublevel access bay.

Then the ground shook.

Another explosion echoed from below.

Pepper.

Tony's eyes narrowed.

"JARVIS—route me a direct path to Sublevel 5."

"Done. Launching internal guidance HUD now."

Lines lit up within the Mark II's interface, tracking the shortest descent path through the maintenance shafts. With a blast of his repulsors, Tony launched himself downward—each level flashing past in a blur.

Back in Sublevel 5

Obadiah stomped through the ruins of the corridor, tearing doors open as he went. His suit scanned heat signatures, looking for movement.

He paused at the next hallway.

Pepper was gone.

But her module was still transmitting.

Obadiah turned sharply, looking up.

A soft hum grew louder.

Then, from the ceiling, a red-gold figure dropped like a missile.

"Hey, Obie."

BOOM!

Tony's repulsor punch hit like a truck, slamming the Iron Monger backward into the wall. Concrete cracked. Panels sparked.

Pepper, hidden behind a reinforced pillar nearby, gasped in relief.

Tony hovered in midair, repulsors flaring as his eyes locked on the behemoth before him.

"I want it back," he said coldly, glancing at his chest. "The one you stole."

Obadiah groaned inside the crumpled armor, then chuckled darkly.

"You want it? Come take it."

The Iron Monger's eyes flared blue.

Then he charged.

CRASH!

The Iron Monger lunged again, massive arms swinging with the force of a wrecking ball. Tony dodged narrowly, twisting in midair as repulsor jets flared to maximum. The impact behind him sent a tremor through the building, shattering another support beam.

"JARVIS, give me internal readings—how unstable is this floor?"

"Structural integrity at 42%, sir. Collapse is likely if further high-impact damage continues."

"Perfect."

Tony's mind raced. Obadiah was hitting harder and wilder than expected—and Pepper was still somewhere behind the fractured walls.

Tony grinned slightly as he remebered he is not entirely alone now, even as he ducked under another crushing swing.

"Spectra," he said aloud, his voice steady over the bond. "Go get Pepper. She's behind the blast doors, south corridor. I need her out of this fight."

The air shimmered—and then a pulse of eerie, violet energy formed above Tony.

Out of the void came Spectra, his unique demonic familiar.

A massive floating eye, roughly the size of a basketball, ringed with black leathery wings. Its central iris burned with shifting arcane light—deep red and lined with strange runes that flickered as it scanned the world.

Pepper, hiding near a collapsed crate and breathing hard, looked up just as the air chilled.

A horrible, bat-like shadow hovered into view from the smoke.

She recoiled. "Wha—Tony?! There's a thing!"

The Evil Eye's iris flared once—brilliant and sharp—and Pepper suddenly felt a strange warmth flood her mind.

Tony's voice echoed through it.

"It's okay, Pep. That's Spectra. Let him take you. I'll handle the rest."

Pepper blinked in disbelief as the floating eye's wings curled gently, forming a shell around her. Before she could protest, her body lifted slightly off the ground—Spectra had locked onto her aura and established the extraction tether.

With a flutter of shadows and a hum of energy, Spectra phased through the cracked ceiling, rising like a spirit through the floors.

Pepper clutched her blazer as wind whipped around her.

"What kind of weird demonic looking...being is this…" she muttered, but her panic faded—she wasn't falling. She was flying. Safely. Away from the chaos.

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