A Turn for the Better

The Mark XLII Armor had already begun taking in seawater.

It surged upward toward the head.

At last, a trace of panic appeared in Tony's eyes. The Iron Armor was no longer giving him enough of a sense of security.

The arm section detached automatically, caught Tony's arm, and pulled his entire body out.

Then it reattached itself to his arm.

The seawater had already risen to Tony's mouth, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Flight power restored."

The Mark 42 flew up again.

It rapidly ascended, bursting straight out of the water and disappearing into the clouds.

Tony, however, had already fallen unconscious.

J.A.R.V.I.S. tried to wake Tony, but failed. It then carried out Tony's final plan and flew to Rose Mountain, Tennessee.

Several hours later, Tony, who was in a light coma, was awakened by J.A.R.V.I.S.'s alarm.

The piercing alarm made Tony feel terrible after just waking from his coma.

"Turn off the alarm. I'm awake."

"This is the alarm indicating that the power level has dropped below five percent."

The projected image before him began to shake violently. The low-flying Mark XLII also rapidly tilted and plummeted.

As Tony screamed, it crashed down without surprise, slamming violently into the ground, breaking countless trees before coming to a stop in a snowy field.

Sparks from faulty connections flickered all over the Mark XLII.

Tony struggled to turn over, panting heavily as he removed his faceplate to breathe more easily.

Snowflakes landed lightly on the tip of his nose.

"It's snowing. Where are we?" Tony asked involuntarily.

"Five miles from Rose Mountain, Tennessee."

"Why?"

Tony asked incredulously in a loud voice, "J.A.R.V.I.S., I never said I wanted to come here. What are we doing here? This is thousands of miles from home. We should go find Pepper."

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