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FuturePharm, Tuesday Afternoon

So, instead of calling The Avengers for help, Tony had decided to use an experimental process to fix his injuries and upgrade his... everything. Because that seemed like a reasonable thing that in no way would get him yelled at by anyone.

Sure.

For the moment, he was in what could only be described as a metallic cocoon as the changes to his body took place, blissfully unaware that someone was going to yell at him very soon.

[NFB again, duh. For the ladies]

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"Yep," Jessica said, scoping out the area from her rooftop with binoculars. She really needed to add a HUD in her mask's lenses. Get some digital magnification in there. "You're the big gun since you have the new fanciness. I'll be looking to keep him off balance so you can hit him hard. And if anything goes terribly wrong, I'm also ready for extraction."

Get to work on that, Jessica. Or let Tony repay you for helping him with new tech. It was how he rolled.

"You know me so well," Tony replied, taking off to position himself above Mallen. He lined up the shot and then fired far more missiles than he'd risk with most humans. It was about Loki level number of missiles to knock Mallen down.

"Lay down on the ground, hands behind your head and ankles crossed. Or we will do this the hard way."

He was sort of hoping for the hard way. Look, he still remembered what the bones in his hand breaking felt like.

"Then we're gonna do this the hard way," Mallen sneered. Mostly because that seemed to be his normal expression. "I have the power to protect people from the criminals in the White House and I'm gonna use it."

Wow. He lived to be a cliche.

Tony really hoped this wasn't going to be a poorly written monologue. Because it was starting to sound like it.

"Hard way it is. Lock him down, Jessica."

While Tony was firing missiles, Jessica found her way into position and snapped on her shock gloves. Diving from a story above Mallen, she she fired an electrified web-net. From what she understood, it might not hold him long, but it should hold him long enough. And annoy the crap out of him with the shocks!

"Nobody has ever chosen the easy way," she said as she landed. "Ever!" She was on the move immediately, going for cover.

Good thing she moved because Tony was taking a page from Mallen's playbook and picking up a nearby car that he'd totally pay for--sorry poor person who owned it--to launch at Mallen. And then fire a few more missiles for good measure.

"What would we even do if they did?"

"Shut up!" Mallen snapped, crawling out of the burning pile of scrap metal and looking a little worse for the wear. Hey, they were making a good dent on his... shirt. "You're all part of the problem!"

Jessica leaped in to deliver dropkick to the back of the head so she could smash his face into the street. He was a big boy, he could take it. "Interesting theory, unsupported by facts."

Tony helped keep him down with a punch, breaking the asphalt of the street as Mallen's head was forced further down. "They never think these things through."

Excuse you, stupid heroes who needed to die. Mallen gave this loads of thought. Murderous, murderous thought.

He pushed himself up, digging fingertips into the street to send an electric burst of energy.

Jessica sprang off a building, snagged a nearby manhole cover with a web, and swung it like a pendulum at Mallen's back. "This guy can take too much damage. I don't like it."

"Agreed." Tony went with a new method of damage, running through the plans for the city electrical grid to punch down into the ground and pull up a super convenient cable.

Which he used to electrocute Mallen so hard, the man flew into a building.

Aw yeah.

"My shock gloves feel a little inadequate now," Jessica said, getting low on the ground just in case that didn't put Mallen down.

That would be too easy, Jessica.

"Just die already!" Mallen shouted, going for villainous dialogue number five as he pulled himself free. He grabbed hold of a convenient plow--seriously, who left that parked there?!--to throw at them both. "Die!"

And the best part of Extremis meant Tony was able to catch that before it could hit him. Booyah. Look at that.

"Sorry, I've upgraded!"

Jessica fired two web lines, one at Mallen's face and another at his shoulder and pulled, hard. "I think you just gave him something to hit you with, buddy." Because calling him 'Buddy' sounded less dumb than using his stupid name.

He stumbled forward before wrapping his hands around the lines and yanking hard right on back. "You're going to die next."

Jessica jerked forward, but her feet didn't move. Thank you, spider-powers. "Don't make promises you can't keep. Go with 'I'm going to try to kill you!' That's much easier."

Tony had taken a moment to put the plow back down because he didn't need more collateral damage on his bill.

Which totally explained why he tackled Mallen back down against the ground to punch him hopefully into unconsciousness. And then go about trying to imprison someone with his abilities.

Mallen was stunned from the attack for all of five seconds before he attempted an old trick of electrocuting Tony again. And when that failed, he just wrapped his hands around Tony's neck.

Because he was really set on murder here.

"Hey, handsy! This is only your second date!" Jessica said, running over and kicking at Mallen's arm with a punt.

"Mallen, don't make us use lethal force," Tony ground out, grabbing onto the man's forearms when Jess' kick didn't do more than make him sway just a little.

"I'll kill you all," Mallen shouted back. Because he was living that crazy dream of his. "And then I'll finish what I started and free us from this government.'

Yeah. Living the dream.

Jessica shot webbing at his mouth. "I'm just really tired of him saying he's going to kill us," she said.

Thank you, Jessica! Only so much ranting could happen before it go annoying.

"Step back," Tony ground out, charging the unibeam.

FuturePharm, Tuesday Afternoon

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