Marvel: As Security Guard

Tony, still reeling from emptying his stomach, barely had a second to process the situation before Obadiah came charging at him. Snapping his helmet back on, he turned, just in time to see the Iron Monger hurling a motorcycle straight at Shane.

Panic shot through him. That thing would wreck him, suit or not.

"Shane! Look out!" Tony shouted, but the warning was unnecessary.

Shane didn't flinch. The motorcycle hurtled toward him like a wrecking ball, but he simply snapped his fingers. In an instant, both he and the Iron Monger vanished.

Tony stood frozen in the middle of the road, staring as the poor motorcycle crashed onto the pavement, shattering into twisted metal and broken plastic. Even the best mechanic in the world wouldn't be able to salvage that mess.

J.A.R.V.I.S.'s calm voice broke the silence. [Sir, they're at the factory. Mr. Hunter appears to have used his spatial abilities again.]

Tony shook himself out of his daze and took off toward Stark Industries.

On the rooftop of the factory, Shane stood perfectly still, his gaze locked on the Iron Monger, which was now kneeling on the ground. Inside the cockpit, Obadiah was a wreck, vomiting uncontrollably from the sudden teleportation. The stench was so bad it practically oozed through the armor.

Shane grimaced. 'I'm definitely scrubbing my brain when I get home.'

There had been too many people on the street earlier, so he'd relocated the fight in an instant. Otherwise, in his eyes, this so-called "Iron Monger" might as well have been a cheap paper model, one tap, and it'd crumble.

"Wait!"

Shane was just about to finish things and head back to his well-deserved sleep when Tony landed beside him.

Tony needed answers.

"Why, Stane?" His voice was sharp, demanding. "Why would you do this?"

Obadiah groaned, still nauseous, but let out a bitter chuckle. "Ugh… Ha… Why? You're seriously asking me why?" He gritted his teeth. "I built this company with Howard, and yet you were the one who inherited it?! If it weren't for me, you would've run it into the ground years ago! I won't let you destroy everything I've worked for!"

Forcing himself upright, he steadied his breath. "I don't know how the hell you teleported me here, but as long as I have the Iron Monger suit, there's only one way this ends for you, "

Before he could finish, two crimson beams shot straight through his chest, obliterating the arc reactor in an instant.

Shane's eyes slowly dimmed back to normal as he scoffed, "Seriously? Iron Monger? A turtle's shell is tougher than that."

Tony stood frozen, staring at the lifeless suit. He let out a long breath, dragging a hand down his face before turning to Shane. "What the hell was that? Magic again? And it came from your eyes this time?"

Shane yawned, clearly uninterested in explaining. With a flick of his wrist, a swirling portal appeared beside him. "I was never here. You handle the rest."

And just like that, he stepped through and vanished, leaving Tony alone on the rooftop, more curious than ever about the power Shane had just unleashed.

---

The next day, news of the battle at Stark Industries dominated every major headline. At a press conference, the military, represented by James Rhodes, delivered an official statement on the incident.

Backstage, Tony sat flipping through a newspaper, smirking at the name the press had given his suit: Iron Man. Not bad. A little basic, considering his suit's materials were way more advanced than iron, but still, it had a nice ring to it.

As he pondered the name, Agent Coulson approached and handed him an alibi. Given Tony's reputation as a billionaire playboy, the official story was that he had spent the entire night partying on a yacht, drunk, reckless, and completely uninvolved in the chaos at Stark Industries. Perfectly in character.

Coulson eyed Tony carefully. "So... was it really you who single-handedly took down Obadiah Stane yesterday?"

Tony, sitting still while Pepper carefully dabbed makeup over his bruises, rolled his eyes. "No, it was my bodyguard. Just like you guys said. He went up against Obadiah's giant mech head-on, with nothing but flesh and blood, and somehow still won. Sounds pretty believable, don't you think?"

Coulson hesitated. If Tony was telling the truth, then his so-called bodyguard could only be 'Captain.' But that was impossible.

"Hmm. Well, your alibi holds up, and Obadiah's death has officially been ruled a plane crash. Just stick to the script we gave you."

Coulson expected Tony to follow the plan. What he didn't realize was that Tony Stark never followed the rules.

At the press conference, Tony sat at the podium, cool and confident. The room was packed, reporters poised with their notepads, cameras ready, waiting for a routine PR-friendly response. Instead, Tony dropped a bombshell that would change history.

"I am Iron Man."

The room erupted.

Microphones were shoved in his face. Reporters shouted over each other. Cameras flashed like fireworks, trying to capture every second of this moment. Chaos. Absolute chaos.

---

That night, Shane lounged on his couch, watching the press conference play out on TV. When he heard Tony's infamous words, he smirked, shaking his head.

"Welp, that should do it. Now, all eyes will be on this playboy."

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Just as he was enjoying his peaceful evening, a knock at the door interrupted him. He opened it, only to find a familiar, stunning figure standing outside.

Leaning against the doorframe with effortless confidence was Natalie.

Shane arched a brow. "Hey~ Natalie. What's up?"

She subtly scanned him from head to toe before flashing a charming smile. "Hey, Shane. I remember you mentioning that you like Korean food. Some colleagues from legal told me a new place just opened at the local Asian plaza. Sounds promising. Want to check it out together?"

Her real mission? Investigate Shane.

Natalie had been given a direct order from Nick Fury: find out if Shane was involved in the Stark Industries incident.

According to S.H.I.E.L.D., formerly the Strategic Homeland Something-Something, the battle scene was riddled with unanswered questions.

For starters, how did Obadiah Stane just vanish into thin air before reappearing at the factory? A witness from the earlier car accident claimed to have seen a man at the scene, but strangely, no one could remember his face. And the fatal wound on Stane's chest? It didn't match any known weapon from Tony's suit.

Nick Fury had a gut feeling.

The real killer of Obadiah Stane wasn't Tony Stark. It was Shane Hunter.

So, Natalie was sent to dig up the truth.

Of course, Shane had no reason to turn down dinner with a stunning woman, especially when the menu involved spicy Korean food, made by actual Koreans.

Most so-called "Korean restaurants" he'd been to were disappointments. Half of them catered to local tastes, drowning dishes in sugar or muting the spice. Some weren't even run by Koreans, he once walked into a "Korean BBQ" spot that turned out to be run by Mexicans.

But if Natalie's intel was solid, then maybe, just maybe, this place would be the real deal.

---

"Jeon's Kitchen?"

Shane and Natalie stood outside, eyeing the small but inviting storefront.

The neon sign above the entrance was bilingual, both English and Korean.

Seeing those familiar characters, Shane felt a flicker of hope.

"Alright… this might actually be legit."