Tony stares at the holographic display, Sam Wilson's face staring back at him with an unsettling intensity. Lines of code scroll beside his image, highlighting social media posts, encrypted messages, and location data. The evidence is damning.
"He's been vocal about his anti-Avenger sentiments for years, sir," Jarvis reports, his voice devoid of emotion. "His posts escalate in the months leading up to the incident, culminating in a particularly vitriolic rant just days before Captain Rogers' death."
Tony reads through the posts, a knot forming in his stomach.
Wilson's words are filled with bitterness and resentment, accusing the Avengers of playing God, of causing more harm than good. He specifically targets Captain America, calling him a relic of the past, a symbol of outdated ideals.
"He even outlines a plan to 'eliminate the obstacles to human evolution,' sir," Jarvis adds, his voice chillingly neutral. "Though he doesn't explicitly name Captain America, the implication is clear."
Tony slams his fist on the desk, a surge of anger coursing through him. "This son of a bitch... he used to be one of us. He fought alongside Steve, called him a friend. And now this?"
He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Anger won't solve anything. He needs to act strategically, decisively.
"Jarvis, I need his address. Now."
"Acquiring location data... sir, he appears to be residing in a remote cabin in the Appalachian Mountains."
Tony nods, a grim determination hardening his features. "Alright, Jarvis. Prep the suit. It's time for a little... house call."
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Ironman: Fallen Shield
FanfictionThe world knew him as Captain America, a symbol of hope and freedom for generations. But on New Year's Eve, a single gunshot in Times Square shatters that image, leaving Steve Rogers dead and a nation in mourning. Tony Stark, consumed by grief and a...
