Marvel Brodcast : Spoiling Spider-man

Justin Hammer had been eagerly anticipating this moment. He sat at a finely set table, enjoying a luxurious dinner in his secure base. As the guards escorted Ivan Vanko into the room, Hammer stood, smiling broadly. He motioned for the guards to remove Ivan's handcuffs and waved them away. "Relax," Hammer said with a theatrical flourish. "We're all friends here."

Ivan looked around, visibly uncomfortable. The lavish surroundings and bustling service staff were a far cry from the stark conditions of his prison cell. He hesitated before taking a seat, his sharp eyes scanning the room for anything unusual.

Hammer wasted no time. "Let's get straight to it, shall we?" he began, his tone conspiratorial. "We both hate Tony Stark. But here's the thing—killing him outright? Too simple, too quick. Destroying his legacy? Now that's poetic."

Ivan nodded slowly, understanding Hammer's intent. Hammer leaned forward, confidence radiating from his every word. "You need my resources, my sponsorship. Together, we can make Stark irrelevant."

Without hesitation, Ivan replied in Russian, a sly smile tugging at his lips. Hammer blinked, momentarily confused. "Uh… interpreter?" he asked nervously.

Ivan shook his head and responded in English. "No interpreter. I understand." He paused, his expression hardening. "But I want my bird."

Hammer frowned, unsure of what Ivan meant. "Your… bird?" he asked, baffled. Ivan didn't elaborate, only repeating his demand. "My bird."

Though confused, Hammer nodded quickly. "Sure, sure. We'll get your bird. No problem."

Back in Tony Stark's Malibu villa, Pepper Potts and Natasha Romanoff were hard at work. Pepper fielded endless phone calls, reassuring clients and partners that Stark Industries remained solid despite recent events. Natasha, unrecognizable as an elite agent, assisted Pepper with a calm, professional demeanor.

At the same time, the news media began to doubt whether Tony Stark still had the ability to protect the people. However, netizens criticized him for not being able to protect the people. If the savior could not protect the people, should they rely on the White House?

Rhodes came to Tony's house and didn't see him. Pepper told him that Tony was downstairs, so Rhodes went downstairs to find him. At this time, Tony was checking Ivan Vanko's information. He had only seen Anton Vanko's information before.

He found out that Ivan Vanko had been sentenced to 15 years in Kopesk Prison for selling weapons-grade plutonium materials to Pakistan during the Soviet era, and there was no more information about him.

"Tony," Rhodey began, his tone urgent. "You need to get ahead of this. The National Guard's breathing down my neck. They're ready to storm in here, break down your door, and confiscate your suits."

"They want to take your = armor, They don't bother playing games with you. You said no one would have this technology in 20 years, but someone had it yesterday, and it's no longer theoretical."

Tony turned his head and glanced at Rhodes, "His technology is very backward, it can't compare to mine, don't worry! Also, if those idiots in the military want to attack a future saviour, let them do it, and then they will sacrifice themselves."

Tony scoffed at the military's idea. If they could handle the problem, he wouldn't have to sacrifice himself in the future war that would affect the entire universe.

Rhodes felt a little helpless about what Tony said, but in fact, as he said, the military absolutely did not dare to take action against Tony at this time, and could only threaten him. The identity of the future savior was Tony's biggest umbrella of protection.

"Hey Tony, have you ever thought that you don't have to be the savior alone? You don't have to do it all by yourself!"

"I also want to believe what you say, but you have to trust me. Besides, I'm not the only one! Natasha... Banner... Strange... Barton... and that Carol!"

Although Tony still doesn't know who Strange is, it doesn't matter, he will definitely be his teammate.

Captain Marvel has been to Earth. She talked about some things with NIck Fury, and then met Tony and others and joined the Avengers, but left Earth again shortly afterwards for some reasons.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Don't think too much. I know exactly what I'm doing. Come to my birthday party when you are free!" Tony patted Rhodes on the shoulder.

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At Hammer's base, Ivan Vanko followed Justin into a cavernous workshop filled with Iron Soldiers—mechanized suits meant to rival Tony Stark's armor. "This is where the magic happens," Hammer said proudly. "No pressure, right? Dead men don't worry about deadlines."

Hammer gestured to the row of robotic suits. "There they are. Aren't they beautiful? Ready to fight at a moment's notice! I might've rushed the prototype stage a bit, but hey, perfection takes time. Feel free to take a look."

Ivan approached the nearest Iron Soldier and began examining it with clinical precision. Without asking permission, he started typing commands into a nearby computer. Hammer, alarmed, tried to intervene. "Hey! We've got passwords and protocols—"

Before he could finish, Ivan cracked the system effortlessly. Hammer watched, dumbfounded, as Ivan navigated the software with ease. "Wow," Hammer muttered. "That's… impressive."

Ivan muttered something in Russian, then repeated it in English for Hammer's benefit. "Your software is garbage."

Hammer laughed nervously, unsure how to respond. "Well… that's why you're here, right? To make it better!"

Ivan climbed a ladder to inspect the Iron Soldier up close. Without warning, he ripped the head off one of the suits. Hammer winced but forced a smile. "You know, each of these cost a lot of money," he said.

Unbothered, Ivan tossed the head aside and continued his examination. Hammer, desperate to maintain control, changed the subject. "We're going to debut these at the Stark Expo," he said excitedly. "We'll humiliate Stark right there on his own stage."

Ivan nodded, a small smirk forming. "I'll make it happen," he said. Hammer beamed, pleased with the response.

. . . . . .

At Tony's birthday party, Natasha approached him with a sleek watch box. "Which one do you want?" she asked.

Tony considered for a moment. "Gold dial, brown strap. The Jaeger-LeCoultre."

As Natasha handed him the watch, Tony asked, "How's the team shaping up? Anyone showing up tonight?"

"Barton and Coulson are already here. Hill will also come. Director Nick Fury has to take care of your worries, so he can't come. Dr. Banner said he doesn't like this kind of occasion and is afraid that he will cause trouble."

"Uh-huh, well, I'll invite them later."

The party was lively but controlled. Unlike the canon celebrations, Tony refrained from donning his armor for drunken antics, and Rhodes was spared the frustration of an impromptu brawl. Instead, Tony introduced Rhodey to Barton and Coulson, formally acknowledging them as allies.

Back at Hammer's base, Ivan worked tirelessly to modify the Iron Soldiers. Justin had gone to great lengths to fulfill Ivan's earlier request, even importing a bird from Russia. Unfortunately, when he proudly presented the parrot to Ivan, the reaction was less than enthusiastic.

"This is not my bird!" Ivan growled, slamming his fist on the table.

Justin threw up his hands, exasperated. "Alright, maybe it's not your bird, but it's a bird! A nice one! Let it go, man."

As Hammer turned his attention back to the Iron Soldiers, he noticed that Ivan had altered one of the helmets, transforming it into a solid, driverless head. "What are you doing?" Hammer asked, confused.

Ivan replied calmly, "Driverless is better. Humans make mistakes."

Hammer frowned. "The government wants these to be like Iron Man. People want these to be like Iron Man."

Ivan's response was sharp. "Learn to let go," he said, echoing Hammer's earlier words.

Hammer sighed, his frustration mounting. "These had better work perfectly at the Expo," he warned. But unbeknownst to Hammer, Ivan had his own plans. By removing the human element, he ensured that no one could wrest control of the drones from him when the time came.

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