Click!
With his rough hands, Obadiah Stane rammed the blue-glowing Miniature Arc Reactor into the power socket in Iron Monger's chest, then twisted it firmly clockwise.
Hummm!
A low hum instantly filled the underground warehouse. Immense power surged through crude industrial-grade drive shafts, flooding the steel behemoth that stood nearly four meters tall.
The electronic eyes in the armor's head lit up scarlet.
"This is the feeling..."
Seated in the cramped cockpit, Obadiah felt the feedback through the control sticks. The flesh of his face twisted with sheer ecstasy.
He raised his mechanical left arm, fitted with a heavy Gatling Gun, and swung it hard.
Boom!
A Gantry Crane weighing several tons was smashed clean in two by that raw mechanical violence. The screech of twisting steel set teeth on edge.
"Tony, my dear nephew." Obadiah's voice echoed through the armor's external speakers, like a demon crawling out of hell.
"You have no idea what real power is! You shut down the weapons division? You want to be a saint? Then I'll smash your lousy company and your naïveté into scrap!"
He shoved the control stick forward.
The massive thrusters beneath Iron Monger's feet spewed scorching orange-red exhaust.
Crash!
The steel behemoth smashed straight through the sturdy warehouse ceiling. Dirt, rebar, and chunks of concrete rained down. With unstoppable momentum, Iron Monger burst through the ground and headed straight for Stark Industries headquarters in downtown Los Angeles.
If I can't have it, I'll destroy it completely!
In the pitch-black skies over Los Angeles.
Boom!
A red-and-gold meteor streaked through the night, a sonic boom cloud bursting behind it.
"JARVIS, have you locked onto the target?" Tony gritted his teeth. The first-generation reactor in his chest was clearly struggling to supply enough power, and his breathing had grown labored.
"Sir,