Ms Marvelous #1 Featuring Iron Man (Rift)

[Rift]

"And people say I'm the showoff of the Avengers. Still, love the chance to put the armor through its paces," Iron Man said.

Standing still he waited for all three of the drones to open fire the first blast of two hitting his armor, readings flashing on his HUD giving details of the beam's strength and composition.

Okay, good enough. Not nearly as dangerous as Stane or Hammer's armors and the data can be downloaded and gone over in detail by later. Might have H.O.M.E.R. run the numbers, see if there is anything interesting, but for now? Now it's time to have some fun, he thought.

"Alright, deploy belt pods. Lets see how they handle a taste of their own medicine," he said.

Portions of the "belt" section of his armor segmented and began spinning around him rapidly, generating some kind of force field. The incoming beams struck the field and ricocheted back at the drones and striking them from various directions, green flashes marring the silver portions. As the drones staggered, stunned, Iron Man raised his fist as something emerged from the gauntlet.

A loud whirling sound filled the air Iron Man raced forward, throwing punches at the drones. The sound of metal wrenching and wires overpowered whatever it was Tony tried to say, but when he was through the drones were inert and smoking, the drill like apparatus on his fist spinning once more as he raised it and feigned blowing on it as if it were a six shooter.

"Mole digger. Never leave home without it," he asked. "You want to grab the cores? I imagine they are like Wheaties or something for you."



 

[John Kilroy]

Marvelous could not help but chuckle. "Is there anything in that tool belt of yours that you don't have... do you happen to have a portable instant coffee maker in there would you?"

she could not help but chuckle at Tony's Wheaties remark. "I wouldn't call them Wheaties per se. More like vitamins. Still I hope that no one gets the idea to jump head-first into a vat of nuclear waste to try and become like me. Radiation is like rolling the dice, there is a CHANCE you'll get a good result, but there's also a big chance that you'll end up with some not so nice results. I met a woman who turned into a big brutish cyclops after taking a waste bath once..."

More drones suddenly started to come into the room. "Seriously?!?" Marvelous scoffed gritting her teeth. "How many of these are there?"

"As many as that are needed to break you my dear."

From the chest of one of the drones, appeared the holographic form of Mr Stay puff himself.

"Fisk..." Marvelous growled.

Fisk could not help but chuckle as he took a puff from a cigar.

"I prefer to be referred to as..."

THE KINGPIN

[Rift]

Iron Man's targeting systems began locking onto the additional drones.

"Oh Willy, if you were really the Kingpin of Crime you'd have gone for all American knockoffs instead of these sweatshop produced tinker toys. I mean really, quality matters. I'd hook you up with somebody at my employer's company, but not sure the pending copyright infringement suits would help your negotiating position," Iron Man said to the projection.

Speaking of suits, I may need to call in another model. Not only because of fighting extra drones, but given my luck, somehow, someway I'm going to end up in the water, he thought.

Trying to keep Fisk occupied and allow Carol a chance to do what she did, Iron Man continued.

"Oh that's right. You are used to dealing with street level heroes, the spandex crowd who likes to remind you that at the end of the day you are just another mafia don on a sea of...well I guess it's more like a pond now? Rumor has they've been being cleaned up one after the other by folks like the Heroes for Hire. Either that or you got extra hungry. Whatever the case, you do realize you are squaring off against genuine Avengers now right? I mean you may have heard of me from such events as evicting Ultron from existence or turning the Mandarin's fortress into a parking lot. I mean you may be the Kingpin. But me?"

Multiple micro-munitions fired from gauntlet and shoulder mounted weapons systems, taking the heads off of several drones.

"I'm Iron Man."

[John Kilroy]

Fisk could not help but throw his head back and laugh. "Oh please, you can quit the Charade now....Mr. Stark...Ms. Danvers." Carol bit her lip. 

"Oh yes I know all about your little secret identities...don't worry though. my lips are sealed for now. What's the point of knowing a Superhero's secret identity when everyone else knows about it."

Soon Carol's face turned into a sneer. "Just what exactly do you want with us? Do you intend to blackmail us? Do you expect me to beg, to fall to my knees and cry?"

"Why no Miss Danvers I expect you to die."

"And how exactly do you plan to kill us? You're bootlegged tin cans don't do much."

"Oh please, that was just to wear you out a bit. An entre. My new employee and some new toys will ensure that."

Out of the shadows, two figures stepped out, and they looked exactly like Ms Marvelous and Iron Man.

"Dopplegangers...of us???"

THWIP

"and don't forget me...your fiendishly neighborhood...SPICDERCIDE!!!"

Spidercide...the twisted malformed abomination that was originally meant to be a clone of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man but something went horribly and I mean horribly wrong...he has all of the powers of Spider-Man and more along with some twisted powers of his own to match his twisted mind. Can Ms Marvelous and Iron Man fight their way out of this?

[Rift]

Tony was only slightly taken aback by Fisk's knowing his identity. Secret Identities were important, deathly so for the vast majority of heroes, and he'd never advocate for any masked vigilante revealing themselves. It was just asking for loved ones to be endangered, law enforcement to come down hard on them, and lawsuits galore from every ungrateful civilian angry their car was smashed in a battle or they were late for work as a hero was making sure the city didn't blow up.

Not to mention the ambulance chasers would come out of the woodwork, he thought.

In truth though, Stark himself had long ago grown tired of the charade. Aside from his faith in the collective intelligence of humanity dwindling every time someone believed a press release about Iron Man being a bodyguard in his employ there were other issues.

A date thinking you are a coward or a workaholic that's why you keep ducking out? Far less sexy than 'Sorry babe, gotta suit up and save the world again.' And let's face it, its me. I was meant to be seen.


"Aww, Willy, combining the physique of Oddjob and while stealing the lines and baldness of Doctor No? You just can't stop yourself from ripping off your betters. For shame." Iron Man replied.

As his suit registered the new arrivals, what appeared to be perfect duplicates of himself and Carol, he decided that his earlier musings were now a definite thing. A change of attire was not only warranted, but outright necessary and so he sent a signal.

Eying the not quite Spidey, he chuckled.

"What did I tell ya? He's outsourcing to get these counterfeits. I see better knockoffs in Chinatown. Fisk can't even get the colors right. So, any preferences Ms. Marvelous? Personally, I'm just embarrassed as all get out, wearing the same outfit to the dance as this dapper gent. Think I want to ask him about his tailor, but ladies first."

[John Kilroy]

Ms Marvelous rolled her eyes. As much as someone else might have been nervous, she could only see this as one giant nuisance.

"Let me guess. You got a hold of some top-of-the-line Life Model Decoys that can not only copy our likeness but our powers as well, you intend to use these decoys to kill and replace us, and they are going to be very bad boys and girls to try and tank our reputations, and with us being six feet under we won't exactly be able to defend ourselves in the court of public opinion."

"How astute of you Ms Danvers. As done as this scheme is, sometimes there is no need to reinvent the wheel."

"Yeah right, this is the kind of scheme someone pulls against a superhero when they have no budget. Did you lose all your money in a Ponzi scheme somewhere? Is that why you conned a bunch of oil investors out of billions like a common con artist? For shame Kingpin."

Kingpin'd face snarled as he let out a sneer. "You have been a thorn in my side for too long, a thorn I am about to pull out. Spidercide Marvelbot, Iron Bot, CRUSH THEM!!!!"

Marvelous leaned toward Iron Man, "So which one do you want to take?"

[Rift]

Tony only thought about it for a moment. While the robot duplicates likely were subpar compared to something Doom or even Stark himself could come up with, there was no telling what secrets they hid. While he had counter measures in the form of different armors, weapons, and gadgets for almost any threat including those that could potentially be posed by his allies, he wasn't sure he wanted to let the Carol or Fisk know that he had such things.

Having suits designed to take on Living Laser is one thing. Having some tailored to take down your allies should the need arise? Might rub folks the wrong way, he thought. Not to mention replicating Carol's power set is likely a hell of a lot more difficult that mimicking, no matter how pathetically, the capabilities of the Iron Man. Robo-Me may even have some surprises of it's own hidden away in there.

"Well, you know what they say. Nobody can hurt you as much as you can hurt yourself. Lord knows I'm good at that, so you know, why change now? Time to kick my own ass." he replied to Ms. Marvelous.

Turning to face the duplicate he shook his head.

"Not to be a primadonna but I just can't bear the embarrassment of having worn the same thing to this party, so hold that thought. I need a wardrobe change," he said, his HUD showing him something that was fast approaching the area.

Suddenly, a nearby wall buckled as metal twisted and exploded outwards. The glow of red eyes could be seen through the ensuing smoke as another suit of armor arrived, it's palm firing off a powerful repulsor beam at the duplicate. Standing in clearer light the armor was bulkier than Stark's usual gear, the robotic grimace of the faceplate somehow angrier looking than normal. The red was darker, a hue just shy of blood and the flashy gold color scheme that defined Iron Man's look for so long was replaced by a polished silver.

Tony wasted little time approaching the suit while the duplicate was stunned, emerging from his usual armor and stepping into the new model with swiftness. As his typical suit folded up into a suitcase-like formation he sent a signal that caused it to launch, leaving the battlefield on a course meant to take it back to his workshop.

Flexing his hand before curling it into a fist, the servos in it whirling, Iron Man, now in his new Silver Centurion armor, turned back towards the robotic copies.

"Much better. Okay kiddoes, where were we?"

[John Kilroy]

Marvelous turned to her own doppleganger and gave her a once over. Whoever made it did a good job, she'd give them that much.

"Just because you have my looks, It doesn't mean that you have my skill."

"Fight me and find out. You might find I'm full of surprises. "

The two Marvelousness attacked each othe matching each other's moves and counters. Carol was more or less trying to test the waters, She wanted to see if This copy of hers was a cheap one, or if it was actually worth her salt. The dippleganger was surprisingly good, and surprisingly friendly and the two ladies talked as they fought.

"Just what are you made out of?"

"I have an Adamantium endoskeleton, my Organs are a mix of Cavorite and synth flesh, plus various cybernetics brought to you by Hammertech. My heart is a nuclear fusion core and I can Dispel excess energy."

"Ah so that's how you can imitate my powers. I'll give you credit your well built. But powers are only one half of the equation.

"I also have an entire psychological profile based on you. Courtesy of the American Airforce."

Now Carol was semi-unnerved. "All right well Fisk has connections I'll give him that."

the two talked to each other about various things. The doppelganger talked about her life being stuck in the facility while Carol talked about the outside world. The two were treating the whole ideal more like a friendly sparring match. This cyborg doppleganger seemed like a true equal.