A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite

The morning light filtered weakly through the cave's small opening, casting long shadows across the makeshift workshop. Tony and Yinsen looked exhausted, their clothes stained with grease and sweat, but a sense of anticipation filled the air. The armor stood nearly complete - a silvery-gold prototype that would become Tony's first lifeline.

"Okay, help me get this on," Tony instructed, his voice hoarse from hours of work.

Yinsen carefully assisted Tony, guiding each piece of the mechanical suit into place. The metal was cold against Tony's skin, each segment clicking and locking with precision. They had designed it to be both protective armor and a means of escape.

"Laptop," Tony said, pointing to a nearby computer. "I need you to boot up the system."

Yinsen moved to the laptop, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. He entered the complex initialization sequence Tony had prepared. A progress bar slowly appeared on the screen, its movement frustratingly slow.

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The bar inched forward incrementally, each moment feeling like an eternity. Tony stood motionless in the partially assembled suit, watching the screen with intense concentration.

The metal gate rattled as heavy boots stomped outside. Harsh voices shouted in a language mixed with anger and impatience.

"What are you doing in there?" a guard demanded in broken English.

Yinsen called back calmly, "Working! We need more time!" He quickly grabbed a nearby workbench and wedged it against the gate, reinforcing the barricade.

Tony remained focused on the laptop, his eyes locked on the progress bar.

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The guards began testing the gate's strength. First, they pushed and shoved, metal clanging against metal. When that failed, they started ramming the gate with their shoulders, each impact sending vibrations through the workshop.

"They're trying to break in," Yinsen warned, grabbing a piece of metal piping as a potential weapon.

The guards switched tactics. Gunshots rang out, bullets pinging against the metal gate. Some rounds sparked as they ricocheted, but the gate held firm. The workshop filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and metal.

The metal gate burst open with a thunderous crash. Yinsen swung the metal pipe with precision, striking the first two guards squarely. They crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The progress bar flickered.

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More shouting erupted from outside. Heavy footsteps approached. Yinsen quickly grabbed one of the fallen guards' weapons, checking its ammunition.

Tony watched in shock. "What are you doing?"

Yinsen's eyes were calm but determined. "Buying you time," he said simply. "The suit needs to finish booting up."

"Stick to the plan!" Tony shouted, panic rising in his voice. "Yinsen, no!"

But Yinsen was already moving. He knew what needed to be done. The sounds of approaching terrorists grew louder. He would ensure Tony's escape, no matter the cost.

"Yinsen!" Tony screamed, desperate to stop him.

The minutes crawled by, tension thick in the air. Silence replaced the earlier chaos of gunfire. The progress bar on Tony's suit slowly inched forward, finally reaching its destination.

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Suddenly, the cave plunged into complete darkness. All available power redirected into the suit's systems. The metallic suit hummed with barely contained energy, its internal mechanisms coming to full life.

Footsteps echoed. Guards entered the pitch-black cave, blind and disoriented. Their weapons swept back and forth, searching for targets. They moved cautiously, unsure of what awaited them in the darkness.

As they drew closer to Tony's position, he waited. The suit's enhanced strength coiled like a spring, ready to be unleashed. When the guards were close enough, Tony struck. His armored fist shot out with devastating precision.

The first guard went down instantly, crumpling from the suit's superhuman impact. Another guard tried to raise his weapon, but Tony's next punch sent him flying backward. They fell easily, overwhelmed by the suit's raw power.

The cave remained silent, save for the mechanical breathing of the newly activated Iron Man suit.

Tony stepped forward, the metallic suit clanking with each movement. Memories of their intricate path through the cave system flickered in his mind—every turn, every rocky corridor etched into his memory from weeks of careful observation. His arc reactor glowed a steady blue, illuminating the dark passageways.

Sudden shouts erupted in Arabic. Ten Rings guards appeared, their weapons raised. Tony didn't hesitate. Their bullets pinged harmlessly against his armored exterior, sparking and ricocheting in all directions. Some guards looked shocked, others continued firing desperately.

"Keep shooting!" one guard screamed in Arabic.

Tony's suit's targeting systems locked on. With precise, mechanical movements, he raised his arm-mounted weapons. Rapid-fire bursts erupted from his suit, cutting down the guards with surgical efficiency. They fell like dominoes, collapsing one after another.

More guards rushed forward. Tony punched through their ranks, his armored fists sending bodies flying. Each movement was calculated, powerful—a far cry from the captured businessman they had imprisoned weeks ago.

The cavern echoed with gunfire, mechanical breathing, and falling bodies. Tony continued forward, unstoppable.

Tony can see the light of the exit, but nearby he can see Yinsen covered in blood. Yinsen lay broken, his body a testament to the brutal sacrifice he had just made.

"Yinsen!" Tony's voice cracked, a mix of anguish and disbelief.

"Stark…" Yinsen's response was weak, barely a whisper.

Tony knelt beside his friend, the weight of the moment crushing him. "Come on, move for me. We got a plan. We're gonna stick to it."

Yinsen's eyes, filled with a profound sadness and acceptance, met Tony's. "This was always the plan, Stark..."

Desperation clawed at Tony's throat. "Come on, you're gonna go see your family. Get up."

"…My family is dead. I'm going to see them now, Stark…" Yinsen's voice was calm, almost peaceful.

Tony fell silent, grief overwhelming him. The cave seemed to close in, the light from the exit feeling distant and unreal.

"It's okay… I want this…I want this," Yinsen continued, his breath growing shallow.

Tears welled in Tony's eyes. "Thank you for saving me," he said, his voice breaking.

Yinsen summoned his last strength. "Don't waste it. Don't waste your life."

And then he was gone.

Tony stared down at Yinsen's body, grief and rage battling within him. In that moment, something fundamental changed inside him.

The metal suit clanked as Tony moved, each step deliberate. He emerged from the cave's darkness into blinding sunlight, surrounded by Ten Rings militants. Their weapons trained on him, a chorus of clicks as safeties were removed.

They opened fire.

Bullets pinged and ricocheted off the metallic armor. Tony walked forward, unstoppable. Each impact meant nothing against the suit's reinforced plating. The Ten Rings soldiers continued shooting, their faces transforming from confidence to confusion, then pure terror.

Their weapons fell silent.

"My turn,"

Flamethrowers erupted from the suit's arms. Searing heat consumed everything—militants screaming, wooden crates exploding, Stark Industries weapons burning. The entire compound became an inferno of Tony's making. Weapons he had once proudly manufactured melted and twisted, becoming monuments to his newfound resolve.

The flames reflected in Tony's eyes, a mirror of the transformation happening within him.

Explosions roar around him and Tony activates the armor's boosters in the legs. The suit's boosters roared to life, lifting Tony Stark away from the burning compound. Flames licked the metallic armor as he soared above the desert landscape, the heat of destruction fading behind him. The makeshift suit—a testament to his survival and ingenuity—hummed with mechanical precision.

Suddenly, a sharp mechanical whine cut through the air. The boosters sputtered and died.

Tony's heart raced as altitude dropped rapidly. The ground rushed up to meet him, and he braced for impact. The suit crashed into the sand with a thunderous crunch, metal twisting and breaking apart on contact. Dust billowed around the wreckage, obscuring Tony's vision.

When the dust settled, he emerged from the broken suit, battered but alive. The armor was now a mangled shell of twisted metal and broken circuits. Tony looked back at the distant horizon, where smoke still rose from the compound he'd just destroyed.

He was alone in the vast desert, surrounded by nothing but sand and scorching heat.

Gathering what remained of his strength, Tony began walking. His steps were unsteady, each movement a challenge in the unforgiving terrain. Hours passed. The sun beat down mercilessly, and his water supply was long since depleted.

Just as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him, a distant sound caught his attention. A helicopter's rotors cut through the air—a military chopper, its distinctive shape visible against the cloudless sky.

"Hey!" Tony shouted, waving his arms. "Over here!"

His voice was hoarse, but desperation gave it strength. The helicopter seemed to be his only chance of survival in this endless desert.

The helicopter's blades whipped up sand and debris as it descended, creating a swirling cloud around Tony Stark. As the dust settled, the door slid open, revealing a familiar face. Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes—Rhodey—stepped forward, his military bearing softening as he saw his friend alive.

Tony looked exhausted, his clothes torn and dusty, his body bearing the marks of his recent ordeal. Rhodey approached quickly, his eyes scanning Tony for injuries. The relief on his face was palpable.

"Next time, you're riding with me," Rhodey said, his voice a mix of relief and gentle mockery.

Tony managed a weak smile. The two friends moved closer, the desert's harsh landscape fading into the background as they embraced. It was a moment of pure relief, of survival against impossible odds.

"Come on, let's get you home," Rhodey said, supporting Tony as they prepared to board the helicopter.

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