The orbital station shuddered as Doom's legion surged forward, armor glinting like shards of midnight. Energy crackled through the void — a storm of science and sorcery colliding.
Tony's repulsors flared, unibeams slicing through the darkness in brilliant blue streaks. His armor hummed with power, systems pushed to their limits.
Doom raised a gauntleted hand, unleashing a pulse of mystic energy that warped space around Tony, twisting the very fabric of reality.
Tony's HUD flashed: Dimensional Distortion Detected.
Dodging the wave, Tony countered with a barrage of micro-missiles, each exploding against Doom's enchanted shields with sparks of green fire.
"Impressive," Doom's voice echoed through the comms, cold and mocking. "But you fight shadows without knowing the source."
As they fought, flashes of memory pierced Tony's mind — the sacrifices, the losses, the friends lost in battles past.
A sudden jolt rocked the station — a missile found its mark, breaching Tony's armor near his arc reactor.
Sparks flew. Warning alarms screamed.
Tony gritted his teeth. Pain flared but didn't stop him.
"This ends now," Tony growled.
Charging his unibeam, he aimed directly at Doom's chest.
But Doom vanished — teleporting mere inches away, a dark grin beneath his mask.
"Did you really think it would be that easy?"
From the shadows, Doom summoned a storm of arcane chains, wrapping around Tony, squeezing with unyielding force.
Tony struggled, repulsors flaring against the enchanted binds.
He realized—this was more than a fight of strength. It was a battle for his very soul.