Smoke still hung heavy in the air. The ruins trembled beneath the weight of distant explosions, even as Iron Monger's rampage slowly faded into silence.Luthar stood unmoving amidst the please, his servo-skulls fanning out to can everything with mechanical precision.
Liliruca remained at the same place. Her breathing sharp, her side still bleeding Kara clutched her fest her notebook already missing eyes wide as she stared at Luthar as if unsure whether to fear him or fear the flying skulls behind him.
Rumlow, half-slouched against the car, said nothing, his expression unreadable beneath bruises.
Luthar's optics whirred softly as they adjusted, scanning the wounds with inhuman precision. His mechadendrites moved — precise, methodical — to retrieve three small vials from a compartment concealed within his robes. Each vial shimmered faintly, unnatural light bleeding through glass that wasn't glass at all.
"This is inefficient," Luthar said flatly, breaking the heavy silence as though it were merely another malfunction to correct. "You should not require my intervention for injuries this trivial."
He didn't wait for their permission. The first vial he pressed into the Liliruca's hand.
"A prototype reconstruction, developed through knowledge I received from Miach. Whether it functions in this world remains uncertain." His tone was that of a scholar recording observations, not a healer offering comfort. "Drink it."
Liliruca muttered a curse beneath her breath about how he could at least pretend to ask nicely, but obeyed regardless. The liquid burned down her throat like ice and lightning. For a breathless moment, nothing changed—then warmth flooded through her veins. Pain dulled, wounds began knitting closed with unnatural speed.
Her eyes widened. "It works… here?"
Luthar's gaze did not flicker. "We will verify consistency."
He turned next to Kara, who hesitated but obeyed with trembling hands. The second vial vanished down her throat, and with it, the terror in her expression ebbed — warmth chasing away the ache, clarity returning to frightened eyes.
Rumlow took the third without comment. He swallowed it like he would any bitter medicine: with contempt for weakness but an understanding of necessity. His bruises faded, bones aligned beneath flesh, torn muscles pulled themselves whole beneath his skin.
Luthar's gaze swept over them with clinical detachment. "Looks like at least it's working so we can start planting herbs for these potions."
Kara, still breathing hard, spoke in a whisper. "What… what even is that stuff?"
"Healing potion," Luthar replied simply. " But I am not sure if it would have any side effects for you guys."
He turned away, servo-limbs retracting, mechadendrites curling back beneath his robes like slumbering serpents.
His optics refocused on Rumlow, cold and exacting. "Your performance was terrible. you know I am even thinking about replacing your hands with some weapons"
Rumlow said nothing. He met Luthar's gaze, unflinching despite the clear insult.
"At least then it would make sense for you to not carry weapons," Luthar said, already turning back toward the flickering tear in reality he had come through. His servo-skulls began to chant in binary, preparing the extraction.
Liliruca forced herself to her feet, "come on who would think there would be a giant robot coming down from the sky and crash on our car"
Luthar did not answer. He simply made his way toward the Iron Monger, who was currently beating up Iron Man — though Tony would no doubt strongly disagree with the statement of getting beaten.
The ruined streets twisted with fire and broke beneath Luthar's boots. His servo-skulls drifted at his flanks in perfect formation, their machine prayers murmuring in binary code as they scanned the battered battlefield. Tony Stark's repulsors sparked weakly as he struggled beneath the brute strength of Stane's mechanical monster.
"You think that toy will save you, Stark?" Obadiah's distorted voice snarled from within the armor, heavy with malice and frustration. "I built this! For war unlike you who just wanted to use his armour for the show of!"
His words didn't matter. Luthar wasn't listening.
The Iron Monger's sensors caught the sudden presence. Red optics flickered toward the robed figure approaching without fear, without urgency. Warnings flashed in its HUD, but Obadiah ignored them. Another civilian? Another fool walking to their death?
Luthar's gaze met Iron Monger's lenses without emotion. He stopped precisely five paces away.
Then he moved.
It wasn't fast. It wasn't dramatic. He simply took one step forward — straight up. Gravity became irrelevant. His form rose as if carried by some unseen force, mechadendrites coiling tighter, servo-skulls splitting to form a perimeter. From beneath his crimson robes, the chainsword unfolded, whining softly as its teeth ignited with a hungry shriek of spinning steel.
Obadiah barely had time to process the scene.
Luthar hovered above him, not as an opponent, but as executioner.
One motion. A precise, vertical descent. The chain sword bit into reinforced alloy, shrieking as it tore through armor, circuitry, flesh, Sparks erupted, blood mixed with coolant sprayed the ruined concrete.
Obadiah Stane died before his brain could register the pain; The Iron Monger split in half like it was made of plastic instead of Steel.
Both pieces crashed down with finality, the machine's reactor bleeding light and smoke.
For a moment, silence reclaimed the street. Even Tony Stark lay stunned, his battered suit sparking as he pulled himself free from debris. His HUD couldn't make sense of what he was seeing. His mouth worked, but no words came out.
Luthar said nothing to him.
The chainsword retracted, blood and oil still dripping from its teeth. His servo-skulls formed a protective circle as he descended, boots touching ruined asphalt with calculated precision.
"Looks like the guy wasn't using good Steel," Luthar said, as if reading from a checklist. "That armour is a complete waste of resources."
He didn't spare Stark another glance. His optics refocused on his own people — Liliruca, Kara, Rumlow.
"now we can go back."
Rumlow exhaled, relaxing his grip on his sidearm. Liliruca leaned heavier on the wreckage, looking like she wanted to complain but lacked the energy. Kara simply stared, notebook forgotten, eyes wide with disbelief.
Luthar turned, his servo-skulls already preparing for the next phase of extraction.
" I still have some unfinished discoveries"
Behind him, the wreckage of Iron Monger continued to smolder, cooling in pieces like a butchered animal. Stark would live. SHIELD would cover the mess. Civilians would speak in whispers of the red-robed machine-man who killed a monster with one strike.
And somewhere in the ruined city, the first seeds of a far stranger future had just been sown.
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