Dragon Slayer In Marvel

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Crates, beams, jagged scraps of steel—everything flew at Iron Man like a hurricane of shrapnel. Tony twisted mid-air, thrusters burning bright as he spiraled between metal slabs, every near-hit sparking against his armor. His shoulder-mounted cannons whirred to life, spitting out micro-rockets that intercepted incoming projectiles in flashes of orange.

BOOM. CRASH. SHRIEK.

The deafening roar of metal clashing against metal filled the bunker as Tony blasted apart a wave of incoming crates, flipped backward, and launched a repulsor beam straight at Maw's chest.

The beam fizzled mid-air—curved away as if hitting a magnetic field.

Ebony Maw didn't even flinch.

He waved his fingers like a pianist, and the floor beneath Tony ripped upward, concrete tearing apart as if it were made of clay. The slab twisted into a spiral and slammed into Tony's back mid-boost, hurling him against the far wall.

CRACK.

His HUD flickered.

"Alright, that hurt," Tony groaned, rolling back onto his feet, one hand clutched to his ribs.

"You rely too heavily on your machines," Maw said coldly, floating forward with ease. "You craft wonders... and yet remain so pathetically bound to them."

Tony raised his palm. "Keep talking, Voldemort."

He fired a high-density unibeam directly at Maw's face—only for the energy to be split apart mid-flight, diverted like water off glass. The next second, Tony's entire body froze in mid-air. His joints locked up.

"Nanotech: clever. But your suit was built to fight mortals. Not minds."

Suddenly Tony's own limbs turned on him—his arm cannons aimed at his chest.

"Not ideal," Tony muttered. "But that's why I brought toys."

BEEP.

A bright pulse surged from his arc reactor, a wave of blue EMP that snapped the control momentarily. His systems rebooted, and he slammed into Maw like a missile, both of them crashing through a stack of crates.

Tony raised his wrist—fired off dozens of nanite spikes that spun and tried to bind Maw's hands.

But with a lazy gesture, Maw unraveled them all in mid-air, reversing their flow and slamming Tony into the ground.

Hard.

"Impressive improvisation," Maw said, hovering above. "But still lacking the vision to understand you are a cornered rat in a maze you cannot escape."

The walls began to shift—the room folding, reshaping, compacting. Panels moved inward, the ceiling descending inch by inch.

Tony's HUD warned him:

STRUCTURAL COMPRESSION IN 30 SECONDSARMOR INTEGRITY: 47%

"JARVIS, Friday—give me something!"Still nothing.

He triggered the suit's adaptive protocol—his nanites shifted shape, producing eight mechanical spider-like legs from his back. With a leap, he climbed along the moving wall, dodging Maw's telekinetic slams, then launched a pulse grenade that exploded into hundreds of drones.

They swarmed Ebony Maw—but were crushed by an invisible telekinetic field as he clenched a single hand.

Tony didn't stop.

Shoulder plates detached—reformed into blade-edged boomerangs that screamed through the air. Maw twisted his fingers—every blade froze in motion, then turned and buried themselves back into Tony.

He crashed again, armor cracked, pieces falling off.

Blood trickled down his lip as his helmet dissolved, revealing his battered face.

Ebony Maw floated forward with a smile.

"I must say… You are truly an artist of steel. This suit is magnificent. You've built miracles around your fragile flesh."

Tony coughed and grinned weakly. "Flattery? Didn't think you cared."

"But in the end," Maw continued, now raising Tony mid-air, holding him spread-eagle with invisible force. "A suit is just that—a suit. True power is what one is born with. What courses through the soul."

"I know…" Tony whispered, eyes barely open. "Took you long enough…"

Maw narrowed his eyes. "What?"

Suddenly—the ceiling exploded.

KRA-KOOM!

Light poured in from above as the top floor shattered, letting down a dozen flying Iron Legion suits—older, newer, sleeker—all descending like a steel storm.

And with them—

"Hey! Sorry for being late!" a youthful voice called out.A red and blue blur flipped through the opening and landed between Maw and Tony.

"I can't believe even JARVIS couldn't track you fast enough!"

Spider-Man was here.

Tony chuckled as he fell into Peter's arms, the boy catching him with webbing and laying him gently on the ground.

Ebony Maw's expression twisted—not fear, but irritation.

"Another insignificant human…" Ebony Maw's voice slithered through the chamber, drenched in disdain.

His hands floated behind his back, posture calm, arrogant—like a professor staring down a misbehaving student.

Spider-Man's eye lenses narrowed. "Dude, you float like a haunted librarian, and talk like you swallowed a thesaurus. Let's see if you can bleed like the rest of us."

Around them, dozens of Iron Man suits hovered in formation, encircling Maw like mechanical wolves. One stepped forward—markings scorched, chest glowing red.

Ebony raised an eyebrow.

BOOM!

The suit detonated in a burst of concussive light, fire, and shockwave—Ebony darted back, folding space itself to phase through the blast.

As the smoke cleared, another suit flew low—sleek and silver—snapping onto Tony's broken form, encasing him like a second skin.

"Ughhh…" Tony groaned, clutching his ribs as the armor wrapped around his body and sealed.

"Now that's more like it."

Suits of every model, shape, and design dove at Ebony Maw, striking from all angles. Repulsors lit the shadows as Peter swung through the maze of metal, tagging Maw with web blasts, redirecting crates mid-flight, and launching himself with ricochets off Iron Man's shoulder rockets.

Ebony's hands moved faster than thought—gracefully cruel. He disassembled suits mid-air with invisible strings, ripping apart circuitry without touching them.

A Mk 46 lunged—Maw twisted a finger, and the suit folded in on itself like paper, dropping to the ground in a lifeless heap.

Another aimed a shoulder cannon—he reversed its polarity, forcing it to fire backward into its own core.

"You build so many… all so flawed," Ebony sneered. "Machines are but toys. You may as well be flinging spoons at gods."

Tony snorted. "He's not wrong. But it's not about the machines. It's about teamwork."

"TEAM KICK HIS FACE!" Peter shouted mid-swing, launching from Tony's repulsor as he web-yanked Maw down into the rising punch of another Iron Suit.

Maw grunted, shielding his face with debris as Spider-Man landed a double-kick across his chest. But then—his hand flicked.

Needles.

Razor-thin. Invisible to the naked eye.

They whipped through the air, curving—three of them sank into Peter's left shoulder.

"Argh—!" Peter hit the wall hard, tumbling.

Tony turned—"PETER!"

Maw's fingers snapped downward.

Another volley.

This time—straight for Tony's throat.

Three needles hit the weak point where his helmet wasn't sealed yet.

Tony gasped.

Everything froze.

Spider-Man's body went still, hanging in his webline. "No… no no no—"

Ebony Maw turned to him slowly, condescending. "Now. You are alone."

Peter's hands clenched.

He didn't scream.

He didn't shout.

He launched himself like a bullet.

And he beat the ever-loving shit out of Ebony Maw.

Peter's fists were a blur. Webs wrapped around Maw's limbs, his neck, his jaw. Every punch carried something raw—rage, guilt, fear—and it all unloaded into Maw's smug face.

"You don't get to—!"

SMACK.

"Hurt people like that—!"

CRACK.

"I should!!....." 

WHAM.

"I should have been more like Aiden!!"

Ebony's face was bloodied, jaw dislocated.

Peter didn't stop.

He pinned him down, still punching.

"Peter!"

The voice froze his hand mid-air.

Spider-Man looked over—Tony Stark, face pale but smiling weakly, standing up.

"Jesus, kid… I'm not dead. You think I'd die and let you upstage me?"

Peter froze, chest heaving.

"You're alive?" His voice cracked, the mask muffling it.

Tony walked over slowly. "Hurts like hell. But yeah… armor jammed a medical burst through my neck in time."

Ebony lay motionless beneath Peter.

Peter's fists trembled. "He—he almost—"

"I know." Tony placed a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"You did good kid...."

Peter looked down, then slowly stood up, stepping aside.

Tony stepped over to Maw, kneeling beside him.

"I meant what I said earlier," Tony whispered.

"A suit's just a suit. But what's inside? That's what matters."

He raised a palm—repulsor glowing at full charge, inches from Maw's chest.

"Inside me? Is the guy they used to call the Merchant of Death. Selfish. Arrogant. Only ever cared about himself—"

Maw looked up, barely breathing.

"So if someone's gonna carry this kind of weight… it's gonna be me, not you, kid."

FLASH.

The beam tore through the bunker walls, and silence followed.

Tony stood slowly, exhaling.

Peter turned his head.

"…He's gone?"

Tony nodded. "Yes...."

He turned to the teen beside him, smiling faintly. "Thanks for the assist, Web-Head."

Peter looked down at the shattered battlefield around them. "Always, Mr. Stark."

Tony smirked.

"Let's go find the others."

(A/N: Having a stupid problem with my Laptop, GPU fan is not working, making me kinda angry ngl, I wanted a gaming laptop cause of dorms and stuff, but why are they so ass! WHY HP OMEN 15! WHY! *sigh*...

If anyone has an idea on what kinda i do, help me out lol, only two months ago i had the same problem and took it to a repair shop, but now i don't wanna go to the same person...)

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