"You don't plan on killing anyone?" Tony Stark bared his teeth and asked in disbelief. He felt as though the girl had broken his arm; the searing pain had nearly made him lose his footing. If Pepper had not caught him in time, he would have been lying on the floor demanding answers. Tony Stark took several breaths. He was certain a massive bruise had already formed on his arm, one that would take a long time to heal. Worse still, the signal transmitter implanted beneath his skin had been smashed, and its micro-capacitors kept discharging, making his triceps contract uncontrollably. "Since when did you suddenly decide to be a good person? The massacre you caused in New York last time got The Hague Court to convict you of War Crimes. What are you trying to do now?"
"We will not remain here for long," the Emperor said politely, doing his best to ignore the choking stench of burning insulation rubber in the air. The Technical Sage had finished everything he could do. Even after slapping the holographic tabletop, he still could not connect smoothly to the Stark Industries database. The Artificial Human technicians grown in Mars Incubation Tanks let out frustrated grunts. "The moment my aircraft descended upon New York and arrived at this building, my goal was already achieved. All of New York knows that Latverians have come here. More importantly, they will know that the Emperor of Latveria has come here. No one will believe that you and Pepper survived, yet you did. Therefore, you have only two choices... You are familiar with the Federation's way of doing things. Do you think they will believe you, Tony Stark?"
The Emperor stepped forward twice and, with an inconspicuous motion, kicked aside the Technical Sage, who was crouched on