Shocking! Tony Stark Makes a Strong Return.
The news of Tony Stark's return has stirred up massive attention.
Newspapers, social media, news outlets—everyone's talking about it.
Everything about Tony Stark's comeback.
"How's their training going?"
"Not bad." Wesker, dressed in a black trench coat, replied coldly as he analyzed their combat data.
"Then let Andrew put on the suit these next few days and play superhero in New York," Nathan Hawke said quietly, sipping his milk tea. "I know he can do it."
Wesker shook his head. "I don't think he's a good person."
Nathan Hawke answered seriously, "I know there's still a kid inside him. But that's exactly what I want. He'll expose his flaws."
Wesker turned to look at him.
"Just remember that," Nathan said before striding away.
Nathan Hawke smiled faintly, thinking of the boy he used to be before crossing worlds.
Back then, he was still a child—so naïve—until life taught him a harsh lesson.
The door to the combat lab opened.
The Invisible Man stumbled out, trembling and muttering, "It hurts… it hurts so bad…"
Nathan suddenly remembered—this guy was blown up by a bomb shoved into his rear. Who knows what kind of pain that leaves behind?
Has anyone ever tried that?
"Hey, boss!" The Invisible Man spotted Nathan and immediately plastered on a flattering grin.
"Disgusting," Nathan said, waving a hand dismissively.
"Have you read the plan?"
"I did, I did! I know this one inside out. I'll make sure it's flawless," the Invisible Man said proudly, puffing out his chest. To him, it all felt like a parody of a superhero team—pure child's play.
These days, the Invisible Man had been surrounded by women, but he still kept a sharp eye on the world around him.
Just ordinary humans. No big deal.
Nathan could tell exactly what he was thinking.
Forget it—he'll learn the hard way.
Even though before Iron Man, there were already heroes like "Captain America" and "Aunt May,"
it was the post–Iron Man era that truly shaped the world we know—filled with one extraordinary event after another.
"You're not like Andrew," Nathan said. "You're invisible, yes—but you need to learn to use weapons, too."
"Ugh!" The Invisible Man groaned.
"What was that?" Nathan shot him a cold glare.
"Yes, boss! I'll finish the mission!" he straightened up immediately and saluted.
"This world's complicated. Don't kill yourself," Nathan said flatly as he turned and left the lab.
Only the confused Invisible Man remained, mulling over Nathan's parting words.
"Was that… a warning? Or something real?"
Hi, I'm Andrew.Today marks the day I officially become a superhero.
My debut isn't far off, but first, I need to truly become one.
With a thought, the holographic character icon appeared before him, and a donut floated from the bag straight into his mouth.
He ate while muttering lines from the Superboy script—his hero's motto, his guiding rules, and the code of conduct for superheroes.
"Ahhh! So annoying!"
With that shout, his telekinetic power almost burst out of control.
Suddenly, he thought of Nathan Hawke and Wesker. The notes and donuts fell to the floor.
"Huff…" Andrew exhaled in relief.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about escaping—but when he remembered what he'd done in his previous world…
Where would he even go if he ran? Could he make a living?
Sure, maybe.
But that would be a crime—unacceptable.
Andrew immediately dismissed the idea.
With his telekinetic powers, he could easily be someone's bodyguard.
No—better to work under someone and listen to Nathan Hawke's orders.
Maybe he should start a company, like Wesker.No—he didn't have the business sense for that. Too much hassle.
For now, staying here—with food and fun—wasn't so bad.
Besides, being a superhero was cool.
He'd always thought so.
Too bad he never got to live that dream—until now.
The superhero suit looked a bit like motorcycle gear.
With a flick of his finger, a black-and-white super suit flew toward him.The color scheme matched New York's tone perfectly—black cloak flowing behind him, white combat boots, black pants, white chest armor, and finally, a black V-shaped mask.
"My name is Superboy. Or you can call me Superboy V… or just Super V."
He suited up and activated his telekinesis.
"Superboy has arrived."
"Quick! Call 911!"
An apartment building was engulfed in flames, the fire spreading fast.
People ran in panic.
But one woman was frantic, crying out, "My child—my child is still upstairs!"
Thick black smoke poured from the building, flames roaring into the night sky.The air stank of burning.
Fire trucks arrived, lights flashing.
Firefighters jumped out, rushing to rescue those trapped inside.Their shouts and the crackle of fire filled the air as bystanders watched in fear.
"Please—my child's still up there!"
Everyone looked up. A little boy, about six or seven, was clinging to the balcony railing, crying for help.
The woman broke free from those holding her back, ready to run in.
"Wait—look! What's that?!"
A gasp rose from the crowd. Phones came out, cameras flashing.
The woman turned toward where everyone was pointing—and froze.
Hovering in midair was a figure.
Her breath caught. Her legs went weak. She nearly collapsed.
"Hey there, little guy," Andrew said with a grin. "I'm Super V. You can call me Brother V."
"Are you a superhero?" the boy asked, wide-eyed, momentarily forgetting the fire.
"That's right. I'm here to save you."Andrew extended his hand, using telekinesis to tear open the window.
Lifting the child into his arms, he smiled. "Hold on tight, kid. We're going flying."
"Wowww!" the boy squealed as they soared into the air.
Below, Andrew spotted a woman looking up with tears in her eyes.
"That must be my mom!" the boy said.
"Then let's get you to her."
With a swift dive, Andrew landed in front of the crying woman.
"My baby!" she cried, reaching out but hesitating in disbelief.
"Mom!" the boy shouted, and Andrew gently handed him over.
People nearby snapped photos, whispering in awe.
"Thank you! Who are you?" the woman asked.
"Super V," Andrew replied confidently. (He thought to himself: Never say Superboy. That's so uncool.)
"Thank you, Super V!" she called out joyfully.
"Mom, I met a superhero!" the boy cheered.
"You did? If you're lying, I'll eat dirt!"
"There are real superpowered people in this world! Wanna bet your third leg on it?"
Andrew heard the laughter and chatter as the crowd gathered around him, filming, cheering.
Slowly, he began to rise into the air again.
"I'm Super V—your friendly neighborhood hero."
And with that, he flew into the sky.
Back in his office, Nathan Hawke suddenly felt a faint tremor through his body.
Unlike system notifications, this was something deeper.
Whenever Nathan or one of his summoned villains did something that drew public attention, his power—the golden finger—grew stronger.
And now… he could feel a new summoning energy building inside him.
"Well then," he murmured with a grin. "Come on."
Who would it be this time?
He was genuinely excited—just hoping it wouldn't be another lunatic like the Invisible Man.
Meanwhile, in Obadiah Stane's office…
Obadiah slammed his desk, scattering papers everywhere.
"Damn you, Tony! Damn you, Tony Stark!"
"I was your godfather! When your parents died, I was there for you!"
"This company isn't yours—you don't get to make the decisions!"
"Shutting down the weapons division?!"
His face twisted in fury.
Then his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror.
For a long moment, he stared—then smiled.
"It's fine."
"It's fine…"
"They couldn't kill you…"
"So I'll just have to do it myself."
Meanwhile, our main man—Tony Stark—was at a party, charming women and basking in attention.
But honestly, he was a little bored.
After the party, he returned to his lab, staring once more at the blueprints of his suit.
"Sir, there's a video you should see," JARVIS announced.
"What is it?" Tony frowned. JARVIS rarely interrupted him like that.
"Alright, show me," he said with a snap of his fingers.
The video began playing.
"Fire? What's so interesting about this?" Tony muttered, about to close it.
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