Nero Sparda and The Rest of Society

An Unfolding Hero

Nero gave an unsatisfactory of a combo on the man. He was mainly analyzing his armor at a timid speed of 50 mph. A blue ray of light shot at him, and Nero just dodged them like he were slipping a boxer's punch. He kicked him in the belly of the beast. And took aim as a marksmen would've. Iron man tucked his hands to his stomach, and guessed a blind shot would help give him an edge to retreat.

But the second it moved, in a fraction of a second just as it reached an inch off his stomach the hand hit him back from a stray bullet. Having shot himself he flew down. Nero sent himself barreling down in a spin, slicing the man Man repeatedly. He grabbed his neck and punched him several times with his Devil arm.

 Then booting him off gently so he fell to a pack of zombies. A chest ray exploding through them all tearing them in half in a mere second, Nero glided on the street from his footwork, dancing along the rays of light flipping over it, ducking, before throwing a car at the guy.

His laser slashed upward cutting the car in half, before Nero landed on his head smashing him down, collecting both parts of the car and throwing them at him. He sent his legs straight down bashing the car parts into the man, and shooting a bullet that resulted in complete blazes of fire. He ripped the man out the suit.

"Just who exactly are you pal?" Nero's neck straining in a gravelly aiding manner.

"Tony Stark. Glad to meet ya. Also known as Iron Man." Tony getting up to shake his hand. Nero gently shoved the hand away.

Nero had no idea how he hadn't shot this guy in the face.

"You're a man made abomination. Iron man huh?" Nero stated.

"Yup, as you can see by my charitable suit, I'm a master at the craftsmen's table. Believe me I'm sorry. I didn't know anybody was in there. I got used to finding empty ones and accidentally flew in here due to a lightning bolt." Tony said.

"If you see hate in my eye that's how you know I don't give a damn." Nero's brow furrowing deeper.

"Oh fuck. Seriously? A knit brow eh? I was trying to find survivors to save you can help me help others." Tony getting his suit back on in a mere second. The suit flying towards in in shards. A mirror of man's natural self which is machine, a tool is man made thus being part of nature. Nature forms the resources, and allows us to craft it to a tool that is both part of us. If nature is made it is natural, as we've evolved with our tools from stones and sticks, to swords and guns.

"I am Iron Man isn't going to save you an ass kicking. If you wanna help follow... So what's with the suit not combusting from a bolt of lightning?" Nero asked semi-pissed semi-interested.

"From past experiences. Dragging the biggest of enemies into lightning vomiting clouds. Where the lightning did the rest. It now charges the suit, because a man like me is always building." Tony raising a finger and a lightning a small strand bolt touching his finger tip gently.

"Nero's the name... Wait what? Damn." Nero hissed to himself looking forward.

"What?" Tony questioned.

"I hate fairplay. You remind me of someone. She used to build all sorts of things, except for a guide on how to drive properly. She couldn't build a car she could drive in, even if it took Jesus the carpenter to help refurbish that crap." Nero said.

"The coldest story ever told, somewhere far along this road Nero lost his soul to a woman so driverless." Tony sang.

"Perfect the egoist listens to the egoist on the radio." Nero sarcastically joked.

They both laughed it up and Nero was back. They all drew their guns.

"Misunderstanding." Nero waving his hands.