Marvel Imagines

Pleasure Fighting Robots With You! | Tony Stark

You ducked as one of the drones sent a missile at you; then you were jumping up and running straight towards the drone, jamming a knife in its neck and cutting the important-looking wires.
"Tony, where'd you go?" You asked, quickly rolling away from the drone before its self-destruct feature worked.
"You see the big metal shipping container? I'm on the other side of that!" Tony yelled despite the fact that you were both wearing the communication devices he'd just finished making.
"Alright, I'm coming to you. I've run out of bots to blow up."
You jogged over to where Tony was blasting another swarm of drones and started attacking them.
"They just keep coming!" You yelled. A cut on your leg was bleeding and your knife lay on the ground. You'd been forced to use one of the drone's discarded guns in its place, and you were slowly being pushed in Tony's direction, the drone army surrounding the two of you. "Any bright ideas?"
"Yeah, one. Get down!"
You ducked to the ground and a laser shot out of the gauntlets on Tony's suit, cutting down each of the drones until there were none left.
You slowly stood up and tossed the gun away. "Nice thinking," You said, looking at the broken robot corpses.
"Here's your knife," Tony bent down and picked up the knife, his helmet retreating into the rest of his suit leaving his head visible.
"Thanks,"
"Ready to go home?"
"It was a pleasure fighting robots with you!" You yelled, jogging in the direction of the Quinjet.