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"Wait! Hold up! Time out!"
Just as Hope was about to lead him out, Stark abruptly pulled back. A sudden realization had just smacked him in the face. He spun around and pointed at Yinsen. "We can't leave without him! Come on, buddy, you're coming with me!"
Hope arched an eyebrow, giving Yinsen a quick once-over before her gaze shifted back to Stark. "Uh, and who exactly is this guy?"
"He's my fellow hostage. Also a scientist. His name's Yinsen, and I'm not leaving him behind." Stark's voice was firm, with no room for debate, at least until reality set in. After a beat, his expression softened, and his voice dropped. "Please."
Hope sighed, a mix of frustration and understanding in her eyes. "Great. Just great. You really know how to complicate a rescue mission." But even as she said it, she was already adjusting her plan. "Alright, fine. Grab his hand. Both of you need to be touching me, or this trick won't work."
Stark's face lit up with relief. "Yinsen! We're getting out of here!"
Before Yinsen could even process what was happening, Stark seized his hand, and the older scientist's bewildered expression only grew.
"*&...%￥￥#@!"
A sudden burst of shouting echoed through the cave from the corridor outside. Angry voices barking orders; although Stark didn't speak the language, the message was clear: the terrorists were coming.
Stark's grip tightened around Yinsen's hand. "Move, move, move!" Without hesitation, he reached for Hope's hand too, forming a human chain.
Hope didn't waste a second. She dragged both men straight toward the cave wall with a sharp tug, running full speed as if they were about to smash into solid rock.
*BAM!*
Just as the cave door was kicked open, a squad of armed terrorists charged in, weapons drawn and eyes scanning for their escaped prisoners.
Their search didn't last long because what they saw defied every bit of common sense they had. Yinsen, the man they were supposed to be guarding, was literally halfway inside the cave wall, like some kind of ghost sinking into solid stone.
The terrorists froze, eyes bulging, minds racing. 'What the hell was this? Had Stark and Yinsen been secretly digging a tunnel right under their noses?'
They sprinted over, fingers tracing the spot where Yinsen had vanished. But all they felt was cold, solid rock. No tunnel. No secret door. Nothing.
The longer they stood there, the more absurd it all seemed.
'Did Stark and Yinsen actually…walk through the wall?' The guards glanced at each other, completely lost for words, their faces a perfect mix of confusion and disbelief.
"Stark has escaped!"
"Tony Stark is gone!"
Two of the guards instantly grabbed their radios, shouting the alert into their comms.
"Escaped?! Where the hell could he have gone? Nobody's left the cave!"
Near the cave entrance, a bald man with a sharp glare clutched his own radio, his voice cutting through the confusion like a blade. This wasn't just any guard; this was Raza, the ruthless leader of the entire terrorist group.
The moment Raza discovered the control room guards had been taken out, the pieces started falling into place. This wasn't some random accident. A rescue team had infiltrated the base, special ops, no doubt, here to snatch Stark right out from under his nose.
He had no idea how they managed to sneak inside, but that didn't matter now. Raza immediately ordered a complete lockdown, sealing every possible exit.
Personally, he took charge of securing the front entrance, placing himself and his best fighters there. No one was getting out, not Stark, not his rescuers, not even a stray fly.
At the same time, he deployed teams to sweep every tunnel, corridor, and shadow within the cave. Based on sheer logic, Stark had nowhere to run.
And yet, here his men were, screaming into their radios that Stark had vanished.
'What the hell?! Did he somehow slip out before the lockdown started? No way, that's impossible!'
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Before Raza could process the situation, a rapid series of high-pitched whistles cut through the air. His instincts kicked in, and his head and every man around him snapped up just in time to see a flurry of arrows raining down from above.
'Arrows?! From where?!' The men frantically scanned the sky and spotted something circling overhead. It was too far away to make out clearly, but the arrows were definitely coming from that.
"Shoot that thing down!" Raza barked, his fury boiling over.
He didn't know if it was some kind of high-tech drone or a flying operative, but one thing was painfully clear, whoever it was, they were here for Stark. And Raza wasn't about to let them get away with it.
*TATATATATATA!*
Without hesitation, the terrorists swung their rifles skyward and unleashed a relentless hail of gunfire at the airborne figure above. But with Falconman's insane speed and the sheer distance between them, they didn't stand a chance of landing a single hit.
Completely unbothered, Falconman kept soaring in wide, calculated circles, calmly loosing arrow after arrow toward the ground below. He wasn't aiming for people, so there is no need to waste ammo on that. Instead, every shot found its mark on something far more valuable: supply trucks, defensive barriers, ammo stockpiles, and every critical point that kept the base running.
And once the timing was just right.
*Click.*
He pressed a button on his wrist.
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
A chain reaction of explosions tore through the camp, shaking the earth beneath their feet. Shockwaves blasted outward, sending debris flying in every direction. Thick columns of smoke and fire erupted into the sky, turning the quiet desert into a blazing battlefield.
But the chaos didn't stop there.
*TATATATA!*
*TATATATA!*
At that exact moment, the back of a nearby supply truck burst open, and a fully armed S.H.I.E.L.D. assault team stormed out, weapons blazing. The operatives unleashed a brutal wave of gunfire, cutting down stunned and disoriented terrorists before they could even regroup.
"Ambush! We're under attack!"
Panic swept through the camp like wildfire. Terrorists scrambled for cover, ducking behind sandbags and boulders as they desperately fired back. What had once been their stronghold was now a full-on warzone, bullets screaming through the air in all directions.
"Finally! Our turn!" Deadpool's voice cut through the noise like a kid who just spotted a candy store. He yanked his mask down over his face, drew both katanas in one smooth motion, and bolted straight toward the nearest cluster of terrorists without a shred of hesitation.
"Take him down!"
"Light him up!"
*TATATATATA!*
A relentless storm of bullets raced toward Deadpool, turning the air around him into a deadly metal blizzard.
"Oh no, bullets! My one weakness!" Deadpool cackled as he spun both blades into motion.
"Just kidding. You guys do know I can cut bullets, right?" His katanas blurred into a whirlwind of steel, sparks flashing every time metal met metal.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Round after round deflected harmlessly off his blades, ricocheting into the sand. The gunfire barely slowed him down. He bulldozed right through it all, still grinning like a maniac beneath his mask.
With sparks flying, Deadpool bulldozed straight through the hail of gunfire, slicing through the air as he closed in on the enemy. By the time he reached the terrified gunmen, his suit had more holes than fabric, but if Deadpool cared, it sure didn't show.
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