Ironman: Fallen Shield

The Indian Guy

The holographic image of a man with piercing eyes and a stern face hangs in the air. Data streams scroll beside him, highlighting his name: Vikram Ghosh. Location: Kolkata, India.

"He's their leader, sir. Vikram Ghosh. Former archaeologist, expert in ancient Indian history and mythology, disappeared from the academic scene five years ago. Intelligence suggests he resurfaced in Andhra Pradesh, likely the founder and leader of this... cult."

Tony stares at the image, a cold fury building within him. "He's in India. Damn it. Extradition would take months, even with our influence. And we don't have that kind of time."

He walks to the window, the city lights blurring as he considers his options. The image of Steve's lifeless body flashes in his mind, fueling his resolve.

"No," he says, his voice hardening. "We do this my way."

He turns back to Jarvis, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Prep the stealth armor, Jarvis. And alert Natasha. We're going on a field trip."

Hours later, under the cover of darkness, a sleek, black jet cuts through the Indian sky. Inside, Tony Stark, clad in a specialized stealth suit, briefs Natasha Romanoff.

"This has to be quick and clean, Nat. We extract Ghosh, get the answers we need, and get out before anyone knows what hit them."
Natasha, her face a mask of professional detachment, nods. "Understood. Minimal force, maximum efficiency. Just like old times."

The jet descends towards a remote village nestled in the hills of Andhra Pradesh. Tony and Natasha infiltrate the village, their movements silent and invisible thanks to their advanced technology.

They pinpoint Ghosh's location: a heavily guarded compound, the air thick with tension.

"Showtime," Tony whispers, activating his suit's cloaking device. He moves like a phantom through the shadows, disabling security systems and taking down guards with swift, precise strikes. Natasha, a whisper of movement in the night, infiltrates the compound from another angle, her skills honed by years of espionage and hand-to-hand combat.

They reach Ghosh's inner sanctum, a chamber filled with ancient artifacts and cryptic symbols. Ghosh sits at a desk, poring over ancient texts, unaware of the danger lurking just outside his door.

The door bursts open, and Tony stands framed in the doorway, his eyes glowing in the darkness. Ghosh looks up, startled, but before he can react, Natasha appears behind him, a tranquilizer dart finding its mark.

Ghosh slumps unconscious in his chair. Tony and Natasha exchange a quick glance, their mission accomplished. They move swiftly, carrying Ghosh out of the compound and back to their waiting jet.

As they soar back towards the United States, Tony stares at the unconscious figure of Vikram Ghosh. He holds the key to unraveling the mystery behind Steve Rogers' death, the answers that will bring justice and closure. But as he looks into Ghosh's face, he can't shake the feeling that this is just the beginning. There's something bigger at play, something darker and more dangerous than he could have ever imagined.