[Tony's sudden movement caught Raza's attention. Turning to him, Tony pleaded, "I need him! He's useful!"]
[For a moment, Raza narrowed his eyes. Then, with a smirk, he let the burning coal slip from his fingers, letting it fall dangerously close to Yinsen's face. Yinsen flinched, fear flashing in his eyes.]
["Complete the missile assembly by tomorrow at the latest," Raza ordered. Then, tossing the pliers aside, he signaled his men to keep a very close watch on them.]
"This is bad… really bad," George muttered, exhaling heavily. "Plans can never keep up with change. I wonder if Tony's armor will be ready in time?"
"He'll be fine," Second-Gen Spider-Man reassured him. "Tony Stark isn't dying here."
"Yeah, The Sky Screen said he'd sacrifice himself to save the universe, which means nothing will happen to him now," Second-Gen Gwen added. "But Yinsen… he's not guaranteed to make it out."
"Exactly. We all know Tony Stark is going to survive this, but Yinsen…" Aunt May sighed. "I really hope he escapes with Tony safely."
George scoffed, shaking his head as he watched Raza. "These maniacs seriously think they can become another Genghis Khan? They don't understand modern warfare at all."
Even if they somehow did get their hands on the Jericho Missile, what would it change? How many could they realistically produce? How many times could they even use it?
If they pushed things too far, the world's superpowers wouldn't hesitate to bomb them out of existence. No matter what, they were playing a losing game.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[The camera cut to Tony, hammering away at the final pieces of his armor. The glow of the Arc Reactor on his chest cast an eerie blue-white light in the dim cave.]
[After shaping the mask, he plunged it into water to cool. Then, he placed it in front of Yinsen, who was busy working on the wiring.]
[Tony wrapped his arms in thick tape while Yinsen hoisted the armor's main body, prepping it for assembly. Then, Yinsen handed Tony protective gloves and a neck guard.]
[Mark I had no shock absorbers—meaning every movement would rattle Tony's insides. The padding would at least help soften the impact.]
[Once suited up, Tony flexed his fingers. The armor responded immediately, moving as he willed it to. Yinsen, still adjusting some wires, looked up. "Repeat the plan."]
["Forty-one steps forward. Sixteen to the door. Thirty-three steps to the right," Tony recited quickly.]
[This was the fastest escape route they had calculated over the past few days. It was their best shot.]
[Meanwhile, in the control room, Raza scowled at the monitors. Something was wrong. He scanned the screens—Tony was gone.]
[His expression darkened. "Find him. Now!"]
[Two men rushed toward Tony's workshop. Raza, narrowing his eyes, focused on the display. Yinsen was standing behind a large metal plate, moving his hands over something.]
[Outside the workshop, the two guards banged on the door, shouting at Tony and Yinsen in a language Tony didn't understand.]
["Answer them!" Tony hissed urgently.]
["He's speaking Hungarian—I don't speak Hungarian!" Yinsen whispered back, panicking.]
["It doesn't matter! Say something! Stall them!"]
["Just—just wait a moment!" Yinsen called out, his voice shaky.]
[The guards weren't satisfied. They barked another order, this time demanding to see what was going on inside.]
[The camera shifted, revealing a bomb rigged to the back of the door. The moment someone opened it—boom.]
[The two guards, growing impatient, exchanged glances. Then, without waiting for an answer, they pushed the door open.]
[BOOM!]
[The explosion obliterated the door, instantly knocking the two men unconscious.]
[The blast echoed through the caves, alerting everyone. In the control room, Raza's eyes widened as one of the monitors cut to static.]
["He's escaping!" Raza bellowed. "Go after him! Now!"]
[At his command, armed men swarmed toward the workshop.]
[Tony couldn't see what was happening outside. "How did it go?" he asked quickly.]
["Oh my god! It worked! Let me just finish this!" Yinsen replied, his hands moving fast to screw in the last components.]
["Forget the details—start the power-up sequence now!"]
[Following Tony's command, Yinsen spun around and activated the system. The screen flickered to life, the boot-up sequence commencing.]
[Yinsen immediately resumed screwing in the final bolts. But his hands were shaking.]
["Don't overthink it," Tony reassured him. "This thing's a one-time use—just tighten them enough to hold."]
["Make sure all the test points are connected, then follow me out. Got it?"]
[Yinsen glanced at the progress bar—only halfway done. His face fell.]
[He exhaled deeply, murmured something under his breath, then turned back to Tony. "We need time."]
[Then, without hesitation, he grabbed a rifle from one of the fallen guards.]
["What are you doing?!" Tony demanded.]
["Buying you time!"] Yinsen yelled.
["Follow the plan, Yinsen!" Tony shouted after him, but Yinsen didn't look back. He ran forward, firing rounds into the air as he charged down the hall.]
[The gunshots sent the approaching militants into a panic, causing them to scatter. Yinsen kept running, firing wildly to make himself seem like a bigger threat than he actually was.]
[But then—he turned a corner.]
[And came face to face with Raza and a squad of heavily armed men.]
[Meanwhile, back in the workshop, thanks to Yinsen's distraction, the boot-up sequence finally completed. The machinery hummed to life, the dim lights flickering under the sudden energy surge.]
[The gang members reached the doorway, peering into the darkened room. The unconscious guards still lay motionless inside.]
[The ones in front hesitated. Those in the back, impatient, pushed them forward.]
[Inside, Tony waited. The reactor's glow reflected in his visor.]
[One of the intruders stepped in. Tony moved.]
[BAM!]
[His metal fist sent the man flying across the room. Midair, the guard instinctively pulled the trigger, firing blindly as he crashed against the wall.]
[Chaos erupted. The other fired wildly into the room, bullets ricocheting off the armored suit. When their magazines emptied, they relaxed slightly.]
["See? What's there to be afraid of?" one of them scoffed.]
[Then, in the dim light—something moved.]
[Mark I emerged from the shadows, its bulky frame now fully visible. The man faces drained of color.]
[Before they could react, Tony swung his armored hand—one man was sent flying against the cave wall. Another was smashed to the ground.]
[The last one standing raised his rifle in desperation. The bullets pinged off Mark I's chestplate like pebbles against metal.]
[Tony took a step forward. The man kept firing. It was useless.]
[With one swift punch, Tony knocked him unconscious.]
[Now fully illuminated by the Arc Reactor's glow, Mark I stood tall, fully operational, and ready for war.]
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