Chapter 10 - doing a good deed of the Day.

Author: KAIOSHIN

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(N/A: Third person POV from the author)

A rocket tears through the sky at high speed... a silvery Rocket tearing through the sky in a humanoid shape.

In the steel and fire skies, Mark II emerges, shining like a ray of hope. It dresses in metal, a silvery cloak that cuts through the winds with grace. Titanium wings stretch out, like an eagle about to take flight, and a helmet, with a human countenance, hides the iron face, a shadowy guardian of humanity.

Its chest, a fortress of technology, pulses with life, like a heart of gears and circuits, promising protection and power. The thrusters roar, echoing thunder, as it lights up the skies, leaving a trail of incandescent flames like a reborn phoenix.

Under the sunlight, it shines like the hope for a better world, but it also carries the weight of responsibility. In the sky, it is the promise of security, the vision of an invincible guardian. However, its cold light eyes hide deep secrets, a reminder that despite its majesty, Mark II is a human creation, shaped by humanity's own duality.

Thus it flies, like a contemporary myth, a metaphor for humanity's ability to overcome. Its roar in the skies echoes like a call for hope, but also a reminder that even in our quest for greatness, we carry our inner demons within us. Mark II is the personification of our ambition and our constant struggle to master the world, while the world in turn shapes Mark II.

Whooosh!*

"Boss," the soft and sparkling voice of Friday filled the room, flowing like the serene river on a starry night. "All systems are ready for operation."

It was as if the machine itself knew it was about to reveal its metallic essence to the world. That moment was the pinnacle, a prelude to an upcoming heroic act. The gears and binary codes seemed to pulse like veins and arteries, and the suit gleamed like sacred armor, ready to embrace the night sky.

"You are the maestro of this metallic orchestra, Boss," Friday said with a touch of reverence, while Mark 2 hummed like a finely tuned chorus. "The symphony of technology awaits your command. Today, Iron Man will take flight, and the skies will bow to his grandeur."

It was a moment of symbiosis between machine and man, a dance between the organic and the mechanical, and Friday, the muse of bytes and electrical impulses, was the silent poetess who narrated this story of heroism in a language of steel and light.

"Friday, my friends, what we are doing here is not just flying. It is transcending the limits of imagination. It is embracing the impossible and making it possible. When I put on this armor, I am no longer just a man; I become an icon of innovation, courage and determination.

Every time I take flight, I feel the wind in my circuits, the freedom in my thrusters. It's not just Iron Man's suit that's in the air; it's my will, my passion, my vision that rises to the skies.

Believe me, it's not the metal that makes me fly; it's the belief that we can overcome any obstacle, whatever it may be. No matter how heavy the burden, how gloomy the horizon. When we are up high, we are the masters of our destiny, the captains of our fate.

Remember, flight is not just physical; it is spiritual. It is the constant pursuit of progress, overcoming, evolution. Each of you, just like me, has the potential to reach the unattainable.

So don't just fly, my friends. Soar! Let your aspirations and dreams be the wings that propel you. Embrace the journey, challenge the sky and when you feel you're about to touch the stars, remember that in the end, the sky is not the limit, it's just the beginning.

Let's fly together into the future, where there are no limits, only infinite possibilities." Said a motivational speech in Tony Stark style, being totally self-centered.

"Boss, Miss Potts and Miss Peggy are asking when you will return" said Friday totally ignoring Tony's speech.

"You ignored me." murmured Tony, "I won't take long I think around dinnertime. I should already be home then." Said Tony as he still flew towards the Quill's.

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At the same time The Quill's had a unique moment singing songs together, at the request of Miss Meredith who had become increasingly ill, but before Peter left.

"Dear, come here." Said the now weakened Meredith, taking a gift box from her bedside table.

"Here. It's for you. Dear!" Meredith finished with a soft smile.

Quill who was embarrassed, took the present, in which he opened and saw...

"It's a Walkman. I wanted to be able to share the songs I listened to with you. May it help you in every moment" Meredith spoke softly.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" said Quill who had no other words to express his opinion. With that he gave Meredith a soft hug.

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At the same time there was a man in a silver suit who had arrived at the end to see this scene, and for some reason, with a feeling that he imagined had been buried, about Maria Stark and Howard Stark.

Although Tony was coming here only to collect Peter Quill's genetic samples about him being half celestial. Fortunately Tony did his homework and already imagined seeing the plant that Ego abandoned. He also built a machine to detect it (probably following that cosmic energy from the "Tesseract" cube is similar to the energy that Ego produces.)

With this Tony decided to help Peter Quill and His Mother, after all he had the perfect ability to do so. "Why not do it?" Tony asked himself.

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After the commotion and Quill's family had left. Taking advantage of the emergency, Tony moved to Meredith Quill's room.

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Meredith woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps, as soon as she opened her eyes and saw a silvery figure and then she knew it was her end.

"Is it time already? I wanted to have been able to say goodbye to Peter?" Said the groggy Meredith.

"No. I'm not death." Said the approaching silvery figure.

"I'm a billionaire who might be able to cure you?" said the figure who was now beside.

Zip Wooosh!*

Tony's Hand touches the Woman. (Here he will basically use his ability and manipulate so that she does not have cancer...)

"What did you do to me?" asked the woman who was starting to feel better.

"I cured you. So you can stay with your son if you want." Tony replied, but continued with a lie: "I believe your son may develop the same disease." Tony said, ready to leave after that.

"So what do I do?" The woman asked in panic.

"Well, I can stop by after you leave the hospital and call me. I won't go chasing your son around just to cure him. So call me I'll leave this card here." Tony said, placing his card on the table next to Meredith's bed.

"Anyway, I know about the space guy you met." Tony said, while leaving Meredith a little scared, "After all it was him who gave you a child as well as cancer." Tony finished speaking and left the room.

"Well, that wasn't so bad. Now we just need to find that plant." Tony thought in his mind, after which he would have a good dinner.

(A/N: Tony's lie about him owning Peter Quill being sick is a lie.)

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Author's note:

Well, folks decide to post around 1k words again. why 2.5k - 4k was not working, chapters will be 800 - 1.8k words. Okay?

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