The Mark Armor immediately—
sounded an alarm.
"Sir, your armor's right arm has sustained severe damage."
A bad start. Stark's grand plan to show off had not even gotten underway.
"Help me up. I, Stark, still have plenty more showing off to do."
At the same time, he could not help but feel horrified.
Could this damned Abomination really be stronger than Hulk? Beneath the Mark Armor's cover,
Stark's face alternated between green and red.
He really had found himself a "great job," and it was one S.H.I.E.L.D.
had not even issued a notice for before he
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came knocking on their door himself.
"This guy is incredibly strong. Natasha, you have to be careful.
"You're not me. Don't take him head-on."
Stark reminded her.
At the same time, he did not forget his original goal of showing off in his tone.
The soldiers saw this as well. They could hardly believe their eyes, and expressions of shock appeared on their faces.
"No, Mr. Stark was thrown away!"
"That's our superhero, Iron Man Tony Stark!"
"My God, that's terrifying."
Every one of them was shaken. They had thought Stark would turn the tide, just as he had during the previous Battle of New York.
But instead, he had been sent flying right from the start.
The feeling was like a bone stuck in their throats.
Stark struggled to his feet and grinned.
"He's just a big idiot with brute strength. Does he really think I, Stark, can be defeated so easily?"
Stark looked down at Abomination from high in the air.
His shoulder still ached faintly.
His, Stark's, performance had only just begun.
As for being blasted away—
No, he had merely been careless.
It was also to