Mark grabbed the gun off a drone and aimed it towards a group of others cutting through both of them and then tossing the drone towards a group heading his way. He had managed to limit the casualties thankfully, when he had kept on destroying the drones they stopped targeting civilians and focused on him. It wasn't too long before he had finished the last of them, well apart from the ones chasing Stark.
He saw Stark get tackled by War Machine and fly into some dome that looked like a small forest biome. He flew after them soon hovering above the dome and watching as Stark got his ass kicked by War Machine and half a dozen other drones. Mark shot down and in quick succession destroyed all of the drones surrounding them. He then flew towards War Machine who started peppering Mark with bullets, he grabbed the guy by the helmet and slammed him down on the ground.
"No wait! He's not-"
Mark reach down and ripped out the arc reactor in War Machines chest this de powered the suit and stopped him from firing.
The hum of energy made him turn his head however he couldn't move fast enough to avoid a repulser blast from Iron man. "Goddamit..." Mark grunted, it felt like he'd just been hit in the chest with a hammer.
"What's your problem!" Mark yelled out. "I didn't hurt him I just took the power source out," he said as he rubbed his chest.
"Yeah mini me that's a 3 billion dollar suit that you just permanently powered down, I feel like this makes us even," Tony said as his helmet flipped up.
"Gee thanks Tony, nice to hear you're concerned," Rhodes said as his helmet released and his face was shown.
"Aw come on Rhody, you're like 9% of the reason I'm here tonight," Tony said as he approached his friend.
"Not even double figures?" Rhody replied.
"It's the best friends and family get I'm afraid," Tony said with a playful grin.
"Just hurry up and get me out of this thing," Rhody said shaking his head.
*Tony I've got one more drone heading to your locations, this one's different though, the reactor output is much higher*
"Thanks for the head up Agent Romanoff," Tony replied as his helmet slid down.
"Don't worry you two I'll handle things," Tony said looking from
Rhody to Mark. "You just sit there and look pretty."
"No Tony get me out, Tony-"
"Oh who am I kidding I got that part down too," he said ignoring Rhody.
Mark shrugged and went to go sit down next to Rhody, he had pocketed the arc reactor he had taken out of War Machine, he was very much interested in studying and learning whatever he could from it.
"Hey kid." he heard from beside him.
Mark turned to Rhody who was still trapped in what was essentially a steel coffin. "Can you get me out of this," Rhody asked.
Though before Mark could answer someone new slammed down into the park. In a massive suit nearly triple the size of War machine and armed to the teeth it was quite an intimidating sight. The helmet folded back and revealed a middle aged tanned guy.
"It's good to be back," He said in a Russian accent.
"Well enjoy the fresh air while you can Vanko it's the last of it you're ever gonna get," Tony said before he tried to shoot the man in the head. Vanko's helmet closed and he ignited two electric whips on either side of him.
"Hey kid let me out he needs help!" Rhody said struggling more.
Mark laughed "What are you gonna do, that whip will send you back to-" he stopped himself "Never mind," he said.
Rhody looked at him incredulously "That whip will send me back where?!" He asked. "Go on," he said.
Meanwhile Tony was getting his ass kicked by Vanko who was close to tearing him in half with both whips. Tony managed to send a repulser blast from his chest to Vanko which sent him tumbling. Mark decided to intervene, rather than stay in the awkward atmosphere that he had just created.
Mark flew over to Tony who was down on one knee. "You doing good champ," he said mockingly as he watched Tony pant.
"Why don't you sit there and look pretty while I handle it," he said.
"Fuck.. off... mini me..." Tony replied.
Mark smirked behind his toy helmet. Though a moment later he ducked as the electric whip sailed above them. "Now I kill you Stark," Vanko shouted.
"When you die I hope you and your father crawl before my father and beg for his forgiveness," Vanko said as he slashed downwards with both of his whips. While Mark could've dodged them to would've left Tony in its path. With no choice he caught both whips, the hard material coupled with the heat and the current actually broke his skin. The amount of electricity running through them hurt, but it mostly just pissed him off. Mark hovered off the ground in front of Vanko, he then sped towards him tackling him to the ground as he was dragged across the earth. Mark then grabbed his legs before flinging him up into the air bursting through the metal bars of the roof.
When he reached the apex of his height Mark was already there bringing both his arms up and slamming them down into his torso sending him back into the earth. When Mark floated down he could see Vanko was dead, his body was crushed, bits of metal impaled his body, half his brain was exposed while the other half seemed to have melted on his face. Mark couldn't be too careful though he slammed his foot down where his chest was, he felt the tearing of metal and the crunch of Vanko's ribs.
"Is he the one responsible for all this? Or was it Hammer?" Mark asked Tony.
"Vanko used Hammer, Justine can barely manage a pet let alone anything like this," Tony replied.
"Then I'm out, enjoy the cleanup," Mark said before shooting into the sky.
"Dick..." Tony said as she shook his head.
"What can't take your own medicine," Rhody commented.
"You do realise that some random kid just tore Vanko's suit apart which is admittedly nearly as advanced as my own, and then proceeded to curb stomp his ribs before flying off again."
"Yeah I saw that," Rhody replied.
"Good cause I feel like I need someone to pinch me."
...
'What a shit show.'
Nick Fury had watched the tape nearly a hundred times now, he had looked for private devices, hidden weapons, anything that could explain what he saw. He found nothing, his analysts found nothing, hell even his best agents found nothing. The working theory that was now accepted as truth was that this unknown had raised his arm and clapped with such force that it managed to shatter the falling glass, as well as disorient nearly everyone in the hall.
Not only that but the motherfucker could fly and was bulletproof. Luckily they had gotten scans of his face before he had put the kids helmet on. His records say he is Mark Grayson, eighteen years old, went to Little Creek High School in North Virginia, graduated in the top 1%.
It was all bullshit.
Everything they'd managed to find on Mark Grayson was falsified, his social security number, his passport, his drivers license. Everything was a forgery. From what shield could find, Mark Grayson shouldn't exist, except he does and right now he's one of the most dangerous people in the world.
"Coleson, get Agent Romanoff here, I have a new assignment for her," he said. Sternly.
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(Three Months Later)
Mark was cleaning cups at the bar while talking to Luke, the two of them had hit it off quite well ever since the man had given him a job here. He'd been the first one to call when he heard about what happened at the Stark Expo, though in all fairness Marks list of contacts wasn't that long. It was still a nice gesture and one not many people home would've given, friend or not.
He'd spent five months in this new world and he honestly enjoyed it a lot more. Apart from the Stark Expo there was hardly any crime that he would refer to as 'Super'. People were able to walk around and enjoy their own lives. They still had time worry about normal things such as being mugged or having your car stolen, but when you compare it to superman picking up your car and throwing it at a villain doing basically no damage... the former is probably better.
"So you coming to the gym tomorrow, you impressed quite a few ladies during your last trip," Luke said with a slight chuckle in his voice.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Wish I could, but I'm apartment hunting tomorrow," he replied.
"I've been mooching off Colleen enough, I need to get my own place." What he left unsaid was he was one bad situation away from pinning her down and ravaging her tight little cunt. Living with her had driven him to the edge more times than he could count. Trish the poor girl had taken the brunt of all of it, in fact she had to take a week off work once after a visit from Mark. Colleen seemed slightly reluctant for him to leave and while he had enjoyed his time with her even just as friends, but it was time to go out on his own. He still had the arc reactor that he wanted to study but he had no equipment at all to safely do it. He had a good amount of money stashed away, he could rent himself a good sized apartment and hopefully buy what he needed.
"I get that man... listen why don't you head off, it's slowing down now I can lock up," he said gesturing to the door.
"You sure? I got nowhere to be," Mark said offering to stay.
"Yeah I got this, look after yourself," Luke said waving him off.
"I'll see you later," Mark said as he put his cloth down and walked from behind the bar getting his jacket from the coat rack as he left. As he left through the doors a woman with blonde hair and a beautiful party dress watched him. This was none other than Natasha Romanoff, at the moment she was talking to some arrogant douchebag who thought just because she smiled and fluttered her eyes that she was a sure thing. Sadly she was on the clock. He did make good cover though, a beautiful woman drinking alone at a bar would bring attention.
She smiled and nodded along as he spoke, she'd already slipped something into his drink. "I'm just going to the ladies room," she said before slipping out from under her seat and going into the bathroom. She quickly switched clothing, taking her wig off and dress before switching into something more casual. She then opened the window and left the bar continuing to tail Mark.
As Mark walked back to the Dojo he heard a beep on his phone. Looking down he saw it was a text message from Trish.
Trish: Come over big boy I've got a craving for something big
Mark: Say no more
He closed his phone after replying and started heading towards Trish's apartment, nowadays he'd never turn down sex. Did it feel a bit unethical having sex with a woman that he wasn't in to romantically? Maybe... did he care? Hell no. Luckily Trish's place wasn't too far from the bar so he deducted to walk it instead of flying. Ringing her apartment number he was buzzed in, he took the elevator all the way up to her floor.
When he got to her door a smirk spread across his face. The door was open, she was probably wearing something sexy for him again. He opened the door, but instead of being greeted to something sexy he was punched in the face. Now he'd been punched in the face a lot, but he had to admit this one hurt.
Mark was launched backwards down the corridor while holding his nose which was now bloody. Coming out of Trish's apartment was a slender girl around his age with black hair thick lips and a pissed off expression on her face, she wore leather boots, jeans and a leather jacket. "Didn't your parents teach you to knock asshole," she said as Mark stood up.
"What was that for?" Mark asked as he rubbed his still stinging nose.
This only seemed to piss her off more and she lunged at him again. Mark side stepped her punch. "What's your problem!" He shouted, before ducking under another and pushing her back.
"My problem is that woman you're abusing is my sister," she said, before grabbing his shirt and tossing him against the wall cracking the concrete. "Fucking asshole!" She said kicking him.
"You'll be lucky if you can walk when I'm done with you!" She shouted.
Mark caught her next punch and countered with his own which made her double over. "I don't know what you think I've been doing, but you're wrong," Mark said, he weaved behind a wide swing from her before delivering two jabs and the a straight which hit her right in the chest which sent her back into Trish's apartment. Mark rubbed his stomach as he walked inside. "Listen let me call Trish we can get whatever this is sorted out," Mark said as he walked through the door only to be knocked over by the woman and slammed into the wall which made both of them crash into the next room.
Mark upped the strength he was using and slammed it into her lover making her sputter on top of him. He then kicked her off him which launched her through a different wall. Mark stood up from the ground, while she wasn't hitting him too badly he was starting to feel a little tender. The sound of feet tapping against wood sounded out in front of him and the strange woman screamed as she threw her fist forward, Mark bat it aside before blocking the next one and grabbing around her neck shifting her over and kneeing her in the stomach. She whipped her head back up moving him back then pushed her hands against both sides of the corridor and lifted her legs up to kick him.
Mark slid back but otherwise was unhurt. "Stop, we can be reasonable," he said trying to calm her down.
"I'm about seven bottles of whiskey away from reasonable right now," she replied before grabbing a metal baseball bat that had fallen to the floor.
"Don't hit me with that..." Mark said pointing his finger at her.
(AN: Will Jessica hit him with that? One of life's greatest mysteries, I mean will she? Idk man but it keeps me up at night. (That's a reference I haven't gone crazy yet). Anyway have we met a new love interest? Probably, Jessica Jones is pretty fuckin hot 🥵.)
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