Iron Wolf

Chapter 18~ The Iron Legion

Tony's POV

"The President. Now," I said, pinning the extremis dude against a wall.

"He's not here. Try the jet stream? Speaking of which, go fish." The door blasted open on the plane. People started screaming, and I blasted him in the chest.

"Walk away from that, you son of a bitch. How many in the air?"

"Thirteen, sir."

"How many can I carry?" I asked.

"Four, sir."

"Slow down. Slow down, relax. What's your name? Heather?" I asked, grabbing one woman as she fell.

"Oh, God! No! No!"

"Listen to me. See that guy? I'm gonna swing by, you're just gonna grab him. You got it?"

"What? Oh!"

"I'll electrify your arm, you won't be able to open your hand. We can do this, Heather. Easy, see? Eleven more to go. Remember that game called Barrel of Monkeys? That's what we're going to do."

"18,000 feet," JARVIS said.

"Come on, people. Everybody, grab your monkey. Nice."

"10,000 feet. 6,000 feet."

"Come on, people. Come on, come on, come on! Yeah!"

"1, 000 feet. 400 feet. 200 feet, sir."

"He's a chunky monkey, let's get him. Hello," I said, dropping all 13 in the water.

"We made it!"

"Nice work, guys! Excellent. Good team effort all around. Go us. All right, Jarvis. But it's only half-done. We've still got to get Pepper..." I said as The Iron Man suit flew into a truck and the suit disassembled. "That came out of nowhere. Wow."

"Give me some good news, man," Rhody said.

"I think they all made it."

"Oh, thank God," Melody said.

"Yeah, but I missed the president."

"You couldn't save the president with the suit, how are we gonna save Pepper with nothing?"

"Uh... Say, Jarvis, is it that time?" I asked.

"The House Party Protocol, sir?"

"Correct."

Time Skip

Melody's POV

"Come on. You're not gonna freak out on me, right?" Uncle Rhodey asked dad.

"I hope not."

"Do I have to spell you?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Oh, my God. He's strung up over the oil tanker. They're gonna light him up, man."

"Viking funeral. Public execution," Dad said.

"Yeah, death by oil," I said.

"ls your gun up?" Uncle Rhodey asked.

"Yep. What do I do?"

"Stay on my six, cover high, and don't shoot me in the back."

"Six, high, back. Alright. You see that? Nailed it."

"Yeah, you really killed the glass," I sighed.

"You think I was aiming for the bulb? You can't hit a bulb at this distance." Uncle Rhodey fired at the bulb and hit it.