Tony Stark's Grief and Indignation!

"Screech!"

A familiar sound of tearing metal rang out beside him.

Tony Stark, who had rapidly retreated, came to a stop in the distance and saw that a red warning had lit up over the left shoulder area of the suit in the holographic display.

Without even looking, Tony Stark knew that the armor there had surely been cut through as well.

Tony Stark could not help looking up at Sharon Rogers opposite him, clad head to toe in black armor, sword and shield in hand, her aura growing ever sharper.

Was this really the little Sharon he remembered?

Why was this girl so fast—and so ruthless?!

What grudge did she have against him? She had started by dismantling his precious suit!

"Sharon, don't go too far!"

Seeing his beloved Iron Man suit hacked up like this, Tony Stark's heart ached terribly. He did not have any Alpha Alloy on hand. He would have to beg Chen Mo to get him more before he could repair it.

"If you've got the skills, hit me!"

Facing the furious Tony Stark, Sharon Rogers showed no fear at all. She waved the Adamantium Longsword in her hand and made a slashing gesture at Tony.

Looking at the knight's sword gleaming with cold light in Sharon's hand, Tony Stark wanted to charge forward and attack again regardless of the consequences. But when he saw the two glaring red damaged areas on the suit display before him, reason made him abandon that impulse.

Still, looking at Sharon's smug expression, Tony Stark gave a cold laugh. You little brat, you think I can't handle you? Then wouldn't Iron Man be a joke!

Just as Sharon thought Tony would charge in to die again, the six thrusters beneath his Iron Man suit—at his feet, ribs, and back—spouted