The power of betrayal

Iron Will

Narrator P.O.V - Bronx Skyline

The night sky over the Bronx blazed with arcs of energy and bursts of repulsor fire, lighting up the industrial rooftops below. Y/N and Iron Man clashed in midair, their strikes sending shockwaves that rattled the windows of nearby buildings.

Y/N gritted his teeth as he fired off another blast from his ring, the crimson energy tearing through the air toward his opponent. Iron Man dodged, twisting his body with mechanical precision as he countered with a volley of repulsor beams.

"You're pretty quick for an old guy!" Y/N shouted over the din of combat, his voice laced with both excitement and frustration. He had to admit, Stark was tougher to shake than he'd thought. But that only fueled his determination.

Iron Man looped around, hovering just a few meters away, his eyes locked onto Y/N through the glowing slits of his helmet. "I've seen your type before, kid. You get a little power, and suddenly you think you're invincible. Spoiler alert: you're not."

Y/N sneered, summoning another construct from his ring—a massive, spiked hammer that he swung with brutal force. The energy weapon whistled through the air, crashing toward Iron Man like a crimson wrecking ball.

Tony raised both hands, repulsors flaring as he met the attack head-on. The impact sent a shockwave through the sky, the hammer smashing into his energy shields with a deafening clang.

"Is that the best you've got?" Stark called out, his voice cool despite the strain on his suit's systems. "You're going to have to do better than party tricks if you want to take me down."

Y/N growled in frustration as Iron Man's shields held strong, the hammer bouncing off harmlessly. He retracted the construct and darted upward, trying to get some distance.

Iron Man's scanners tracked Y/N's every move, the HUD in Tony's helmet lighting up with data. "You're fast, but I'm faster," he muttered, boosting his repulsors to pursue.

Y/N twisted and turned through the maze of rooftops and water towers, weaving between buildings with a speed that would have left most fighters in the dust. But Stark stayed on his tail, his suit's thrusters propelling him forward like a guided missile.

"Alright, Stark. Time to show you what this ring can really do."

Y/N came to an abrupt stop, hovering high above the Bronx streets. He extended his hand, focusing all his anger through the crimson ring. Energy crackled around him as the air shimmered with power.

"Not bad so far," Iron Man said, his tone calm despite the intensity of the situation. He hovered a few feet away, his suit humming with energy as his weapons locked onto Y/N. "But you're starting to look a little tired, kid. How long do you think you can keep this up?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed. "Long enough."

With a surge of energy, Y/N unleashed a torrent of crimson constructs—chains, swords, and jagged spears—each one darting toward Iron Man with terrifying speed. Stark's suit sensors blared warnings as the attack came from every angle.

"Alright, you want to play rough? Let's go."

Iron Man shot forward, weaving through the barrage with uncanny agility. He dodged the first few strikes, deflecting a pair of energy blades with his gauntlets. Then, with a blast from his chest-mounted uni-beam, he obliterated a row of energy chains heading straight for him.

Y/N cursed under his breath. Stark wasn't just dodging—he was picking apart Y/N's constructs like they were amateur hour. The guy was a genius for a reason.

But Y/N wasn't done yet. He summoned more power from the ring, a low growl escaping his throat as he shaped the energy into a massive, rotating buzzsaw, its crimson edges crackling with lethal force. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it hurtling toward Iron Man.