Transformer in MCU

No one could say how many cameras were secretly installed throughout the underground parking lot, nor how many hackers had infiltrated the system, monitoring every development with bated breath. 

Downey knew he was on display, a puppet in some twisted show for an unseen audience. But he didn't care—this moment was a proving ground for him and for those watching. A test of survival.

For any high-level mutant to secure their freedom, they first had to fight for it. True freedom wasn't handed over but earned through blood, through the sheer weight of victory in countless battles. 

Those who walked freely had made others think twice before crossing them. The deadliest mutants—those like Wolverine—moved without fear, their reputations so terrifying that even governments and organizations wouldn't dare make a move unless they were ready for war.

Other mutants weren't as fortunate. Many third-level mutants lived in the shadows, hiding their abilities, accepting low-profile, meager existences. 

Others found protection by joining powerful organizations. Some, the unlucky or too bold, died young, never reaching their full potential. 

That was the fate for most—either obscurity or death. But for a fourth-level mutant? It was a different story altogether. 

They were coveted, their potential enough to make entire organizations lose their grip on reason.

That's why so many forces now converged on Downey.

The motorcycle-turned-Transformer stood guard over him, protecting him from the hail of bullets as it formed a shield, its metallic clatter echoing through the parking lot. 

The men attacking him had grown arrogant, assuming victory was within reach, even sneering at Downey's youth and inexperience. 

To them, he was just another young mutant, even if he was a rare fourth-level. What harm could he possibly do?

They were about to find out.

Suddenly, the metal shield shifted. A small opening appeared, and from it, a miniature Gatling gun emerged, its barrels slowly spinning up. 

The sound of its rotation was like the whisper of death itself, and then came the deafening roar as it sprayed bullets, shredding the man who had been bragging just moments before. 

He was torn apart before anyone could react, his body riddled with holes, leaving him as nothing more than a bloodied corpse.

Panic swept through the attackers. Some managed to duck behind cover, but not everyone was fast enough. 

The relentless hail of bullets from the Gatling gun cut down the overconfident and the slow alike. Cries of pain filled the air as bodies dropped. 

The survivors fired back, but their efforts were futile. Downey was shielded by his Transformer, its metal plates deflecting every bullet that came his way.

A few of the braver or more desperate men tried to push forward, firing as they went, hoping to land a lucky shot. But it was hopeless. Their attacks couldn't penetrate Downey's defenses, and one by one, they fell.

"Bring out the heavy weapons!" someone screamed. "Where's the damn rocket launcher? We can't let this guy win!"

They had been under the assumption that Downey was out of tricks. They were wrong.

A loud explosion shook the parking lot as a rocket was fired directly at the metal shield. The force of the blast bent and warped the shield, leaving deep dents and making it look battered, but it still held strong.

"What the hell?!" one of the attackers shouted. "That rocket should've torn him apart! How is he still standing?"

"Because," Downey muttered, mostly to himself, "you know nothing about me."

From another gap in the shield, Downey fired a bazooka he had confiscated earlier. The rocket flew straight into the crowd, detonating on impact, sending shrapnel flying in every direction. 

The screams were immediate. Bodies were shredded, cars exploded as their fuel tanks ruptured, and soon the entire parking lot was engulfed in flames. 

The fire spread quickly, consuming everything in its path. Men burned alive, their screams echoing through the chaos.

"Monster!" someone cried out. "We're just regular guys! We can't fight him! Get the real mutants out here! I'm done with this!"

Many began to flee in panic. Their leaders tried to regain control, even shooting deserters, but nothing could stop the tide of fear. 

The once-organized assault had devolved into a massacre. The bravado, the arrogance—all of it was gone.

Downey knew this was his moment. He couldn't let the opportunity slip away.

"Who dares to stand in my way?" Downey roared, his voice cutting through the mayhem.

The shield contracted, and the Transformer reassembled itself into a motorcycle. Downey wasted no time, jumping onto the bike and revving the engine. 

The powerful roar of the engine was drowned out by the screams of his enemies and the crackle of the flames.

"You can't escape!" a loyalist shouted, stepping forward. "We've got you trapped! We've already won!"

Boom! Downey fired a shot, silencing the man forever.

"Who dares to stop me?!"

A thin, terrified man stumbled into his path. Downey aimed his gun, ready to finish him, but the man screamed, "I have no chance of winning! I'm no threat!"

Downey snorted, kicking him aside as he sped toward the exit, flames and chaos at his back.

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Sayo nara Mina~~