The unrealized battle of Tony stark vs robotnik

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Tony Stark. Visionary. Genius. American patriot. From an early age, the son of legendary weapons developer Howard Stark captured the world's attention with his extraordinary intellect. At just four years old, he built his first circuit board. By six, he had crafted his first engine. At 17, he graduated summa cum laude from MIT, a testament to his boundless potential.

After the tragic passing of Howard Stark, the family legacy was carried forward by Howard's trusted friend, Obadiah Stane, until Tony, at the age of 21, took the reins as CEO of Stark Industries. With unmatched innovation and vision, Tony spearheaded a new era for the company, revolutionizing the weapons industry with smarter technology, advanced robotics, and precise satellite targeting systems. Stark Industries became synonymous with global security, ensuring freedom and protecting American interests across the globe.

But everything changed on a fateful day. During an escort mission, Tony was ambushed and kidnapped by the Ten Rings, a terrorist group. One of his own bombs detonated near him, embedding shrapnel dangerously close to his heart. With only weeks to live, Tony, with the aid of a fellow captive, Dr. Yinsen, built a miniature arc reactor to prevent the shrapnel from reaching his heart. Using the reactor to power a makeshift suit of armor—the Mark 1—Tony escaped captivity, though Yinsen sacrificed his life to ensure Tony's freedom. Rest in peace, Yinsen.

When Tony returned home, he made a shocking decision: he shut down Stark Industries' weapons division, vowing to make amends for the harm his inventions had caused. For weeks, he secluded himself in his garage, refining his designs and creating the Mark 3 suit—sleeker, faster, and more powerful.

Now, donning the iconic armor, Tony soars through the skies, heading toward the town of Gulmira, where the Ten Rings are terrorizing innocent civilians. With his advanced technology and newfound purpose, Tony Stark is ready to make a difference—not as a weapons manufacturer, but as Iron Man.

Tony:Jarvis speed it up will you

Jarvis:[of course sir]

Tony finally arrived in Gulmira, the orange glow of the setting sun painting the horizon. The village was a scene of utter chaos, filled with the deafening roar of explosions, relentless gunfire, and the heart-wrenching screams of civilians. Dark forces moved through the streets, gunning down innocents without mercy.

From above, Tony spotted militants herding terrified villagers into trucks, their destination unknown. Among the crowd, a young boy broke free, unwilling to be separated from his father. Desperation drove him as he pushed past one of the armed militants. The soldier, with a cruel glint in his eye, raised his rifle, his intent clear.

Before the trigger could be pulled, the earth trembled as Tony Stark, clad in his red and gold Iron Man armor, landed with a thunderous impact between the boy and the gunman. Bullets flew, but they bounced harmlessly off the gleaming suit. Tony straightened, his glowing eyes locking onto the militant, sending a clear message: the day of terrorizing the innocent is over 

Militant :w what?

Tony, his gaze cold and unyielding, took a deliberate step forward. Without hesitation, he delivered a single, devastating punch to the militant, sending him flying several meters through the air. The sheer force of the blow left a crater where the man had stood.

In one fluid motion, Tony turned and raised his hand, firing a repulsor blast that struck another militant squarely, taking him down instantly. Before the dust could settle, he fired again, incapacitating a third with pinpoint precision.

The remaining militants, stunned by the sudden counterattack, quickly turned their attention to the hostages. With desperate resolve, they grabbed their weapons and aimed them at the terrified villagers, hoping to use them as shields. Tony's HUD lit up with multiple targets as he calculated his next move, knowing he had to act fast to protect the innocent lives in their grasp 

Militant1:drop your weapon!!

Militant2:what kind of monster are you?!

Militant3:if you don't want them to die then leave 

Though the militant barked orders in the local language, Tony couldn't understand the words. However, their actions made their intentions clear—they were using the hostages as leverage. Lowering his palm with a dark, calculated expression, Tony studied the situation. The militants, emboldened by what they mistook for hesitation, held their ground. Still, they dared not fire their weapons, fully aware that their bullets would be useless against his armor.

Tony, ever the genius, took advantage of their confusion. Activating the Mark III's advanced targeting system, his HUD locked onto each militant in the area. In the next moment, shoulder panels on the suit slid open, revealing mini-missile pods. Eight tiny missiles launched in quick succession, each finding its mark with deadly precision. Within seconds, the remaining militants were neutralized.

The battlefield grew silent, save for the crackling of distant fires. The villagers didn't cheer. Instead, they stared in a mixture of awe and fear at the mysterious armored figure who had saved them. To them, Tony was no savior—he was an unknown force.

Before Tony could take to the skies, a massive mechanical fist smashed into him from the side, hurling him through a nearby wall. The impact sent debris flying as Tony groaned, quickly regaining his footing. He looked up to see the militant leader stepping forward in an exo-suit, towering over him. The mechanical armor was crude but massive, its reinforced frame bristling with weapons.

For the first time since arriving in Gulmira, Tony realized this wouldn't be as simple as taking out a few thugs this was a fight 

Leader:prepare to die monster 

Tony:Jarvis what am I looking at?

Jarvis:[Its the newest weapon for the military the Amplified Mobility Platform (AMP) created by ivo robotnik]

Tony:call him!

As J.A.R.V.I.S. attempted to contact Ivo Robotnik, the leader of the enemy, now identified inside a heavily armed AMP suit, pulled out a GAU-90 rotary cannon. The weapon roared to life, spitting out a relentless hail of bullets aimed at Tony. However, Tony's smaller, more agile Mark III armor allowed him to evade the onslaught, maneuvering with precision as the bullets tore into the already-damaged wall, reducing it to rubble.

The battlefield shook with every burst of fire, but Tony remained unfazed, weaving through the chaos with calculated ease. Meanwhile, far from the action, a Spector drone hovered at a safe distance, capturing a live feed of the fight. The video streamed directly to Robotnik, who was lounging on his couch, sipping on a cup of fruit juice as if watching a casual evening show.

Robotnik's television displayed the intense battle, with Tony dodging bullets and countering with repulsor blasts. As his phone began to ring, Robotnik glanced at the screen, seeing J.A.R.V.I.S.'s call. With a smirk, he let it ring out, deciding to ignore it. After all, the fight was far too entertaining to interrupt. This was Tony Stark, the same man who had famously cracked time travel in a single night while "messing around." If anyone could turn the tide of this battle it's him , and Robotnik just wanted to see it happen live.

Jarvis:[I can't contact him sir]

Tony:shit Jarvis scan for any weak points 

Tony continued to outmaneuver the relentless hail of bullets, his agile Mark III armor weaving through the onslaught with precision. The villagers had fled the area moments earlier, leaving the battlefield to the towering AMP suit and its determined pilot.

As the enemy kept up its barrage, Tony quickly instructed J.A.R.V.I.S. to scan for any structural weak points in the suit. Getting up close wasn't an option—the AMP suit's sheer mechanical strength would easily overwhelm the Mark III in hand-to-hand combat.

However, its massive size made it a prominent target. Despite this, Tony knew it wouldn't be an easy fight. Robotnik's redesign of the AMP suit had turned it into a formidable war machine. Unlike the original, this model was capable of taking down five tanks with minimal effort when piloted by an experienced soldier. Every move Tony made had to be calculated—this was a battle of technology versus genius, and one mistake could mean the difference between victory and defeat.

Jarvis:[power source detected from behind the suit cover by reinforced steel close combat not advised]

Tony:(dodges)can my armor piercing missile do damage?

Jarvis:[Based on data there's a 70% chance to destroy the power source 80% chance of destroying the pilot seat]

Tony, assessing the data J.A.R.V.I.S. provided, chose the 80% probability option—a calculated move with the highest chance of success. With precision, he raised his arm and deployed a 20-centimeter-long, 4-centimeter-diameter mini-missile. Small but powerful enough to destroy a heavy tank, the missile shot forward, cutting through the air with a sharp hiss.

It struck the front of the AMP suit, piercing the transparent aluminum frame with pinpoint accuracy. A split second later, the missile detonated, engulfing the suit in a fiery explosion that obliterated it entirely, taking the enemy leader with it.

As the dust and flames settled, Tony hovered in the air, scanning the area for any remaining hostiles. Identifying several missile caches and enemy combatants, he systematically destroyed them with precise repulsor blasts, leaving nothing intact. With the mission complete and the threat neutralized, Tony turned and soared into the sky, the battlefield behind him reduced to silence and ruins.

Tony: Jarvis order a me cheese burger and have it delivered home 

Jarvis:[of course sir]

As Tony soared through the skies, heading back home, chaos erupted at California's Edwards Air Force Base. Radar systems detected an unidentified unmanned aerial vehicle flying at incredible speeds through restricted airspace. Alarms blared as personnel scrambled to assess the potential threat.

Unbeknownst to them, the "UAV" was Tony himself in the Mark III suit. However, without any identification, the military viewed it as a potential hostile. Fighter jets were being prepped for interception.

Amid the confusion, James Rhodes, stationed at the base, recognized the unique nature of the situation. Knowing Tony's penchant for experimentation and advanced tech, he quickly grabbed his phone and made the call.

Tony's HUD lit up as the call came through, and he smirked, already guessing why Rhodey was reaching out.

Tony: Hello?

Rhodes: Tony?

Tony: Who's this?

Rhodes: It's Rhodes.

Tony: Sorry, hello?

Rhodes: I said it's Rhodes.

Tony: Speak up, please.

Rhodes: What in the hell is that noise?

Tony:Oh, yeah, I'm driving with the top down.

Rhodes: Yeah, well, I need your help right now.

Tony: It's funny how that works, huh?

Rhodes: Yeah. Speaking of funny, we've got a weapons depot that was just blown up a few clicks from where you were being held captive.

Tony: Well, that's a hot spot. Sounds like someone stepped in and did your job for you, huh?

Rhodes: Why do you sound out of breath, Tony?

Tony: I'm not, I was just jogging in the canyon.

Rhodes: I thought you were driving.

Tony: Right, I was driving to the canyon, where I'm going to jog.

Rhodes: You sure you don't have any tech in that area I should know about?

Tony: Nope!

CAOC Analyst: Bogey spotted!

CAOC Analyst: Whiplash, come in hot.

Rhodes: Okay, good, 'cause I'm staring at one right now, and it's about to be blown to kingdom come.

Tony: That's my exit.

CAOC Analyst:deploy beacon 

Two F-22 Raptors closed in on Tony, trailing him through the skies. Their weapons were armed, ready to engage. Realizing the escalating situation, Tony shifted the Mark III suit into supersonic mode, accelerating to evade them. However, one of the jets fired a heat-seeking missile, locking onto his signature.

Deploying flares mid-flight, Tony managed to divert the missile, which detonated harmlessly behind him. The explosion, however, sent a shockwave that briefly destabilized him, forcing him to adjust quickly to regain control.

Just as he steadied himself, a sleek, ominous jet—its design resembling a bird of prey—charged toward him at breakneck speed. Its unusual shape and movement patterns caught Tony off guard. The strange jet narrowly missed him as Tony executed an evasive maneuver, narrowly avoiding a direct collision.

Now faced with three problems—the two Raptors behind him and this unidentified "bird jet"—Tony's mind raced. From the behavior of the Raptors, he could tell the military was simply doing its job, treating him as an unidentified threat. But the bird-like jet was something else entirely. Its advanced, almost predatory design made it stand out, and Tony quickly pieced together a likely scenario. If the military wasn't attacking it, that meant it was probably theirs—or worse, something designed by Robotnik.

The skies had just gotten far more dangerous.

Tony:what is that?

Jarvis:[that would be beacon created by robotnik for military purposes]

The F-22 Raptors opened fire, their Vulcan cannons lighting up the sky. Most of the rounds missed Tony, but two lucky shots grazed the side of the Mark III suit, leaving scratches and minor dents in the armor. Before Tony could react further, the bird-like jet—Beacon, a deadly creation by Robotnik and sold to the military—charged at him again. Tony managed to dodge, but not without consequence. Beacon's wing clipped the outer layer of his armor, tearing off a piece without exposing the inner suit.

Quickly assessing the situation, Tony deployed the suit's flaps, decelerating abruptly and angling himself behind the Raptors. The sudden maneuver left the two fighter jets momentarily confused, their pilots craning their necks to locate the bogey. Meanwhile, Beacon, relentless in its pursuit, continued chasing after Tony.

Tony's mind worked overtime as he analyzed the best way to deal with both the military jets and the aggressive Beacon, knowing he needed to neutralize the situation without escalating it further.

CAOC Analyst: That thing just jumped off the radar, sir.

CAOC Analyst #2: The sat visual has been lost.

Pilot #1: No way that's a UAV.

Major Allen: What is it?

Pilot #2: I can't see anything.

Pilot #1: Whatever it was, it just bought the farm. I think bogey's been handled, sir.

Rhodes: Hello?

Tony: Hi, Rhodey, it's me.

Rhodes: It's who?

Tony: I'm sorry, it is me. You asked. What you were asking about is me.

Rhodes: No, see, this isn't a game. You do not send civilian equipment into my active war zone. You understand that?

Tony: This is not a piece of equipment. I'm in it. It's a suit. It's me!

Major Allen: Rhodey, you got anything for me?

Major Allen: Mark your position and return to base.

Believing the unidentified UAV had been destroyed, the F-22 Raptors and Beacon began to return to base. However, one of the pilots glanced at the underside of the other jet and saw something unexpected—Tony clinging to its fuselage. Immediately, he warned his fellow pilot, who responded by rolling his jet in an attempt to shake Tony loose.

Tony desperately held on, but the violent maneuvering caused him to lose his grip. Falling away, he accidentally struck the wing of the second jet during his descent. The impact damaged the jet's controls, forcing the pilot to eject. As the pilot parachuted out, disaster struck—the parachute jammed and refused to open.

Without hesitation, Tony dove after the free-falling pilot, accelerating to reach him in time. Beacon and the remaining jet quickly pursued, both now viewing Tony as a high-priority target. Narrowing his focus, Tony caught up to the pilot midair, using the suit's mechanical strength and precision to unjam the parachute mechanism. With a sharp tug, the chute deployed, and the pilot safely began to drift to the ground.

With the pilot now secure, Tony didn't waste any time. He veered off, flying away at full speed. Seeing the situation resolved, both Beacon and the remaining jet disengaged, diverting their attention to recovering the downed pilot. For now, Tony was in the clear, but what he didn't know is that this was only the beginning of the complications that lay ahead.

-ivo robotnik pov-

I decided to recall the Specter drone, knowing I had seen enough for now. Heading to the lab, I walked toward the centerpiece of my latest project—a table where a humanoid skeletal structure lay, gleaming under the lab's bright lights.

At its core was an improved arc reactor, pulsating with a steady blue glow. The reactor was far superior to Tony Stark's early models, utilizing advancements in energy efficiency and durability that I had meticulously engineered.

I smiled, envisioning the potential of this creation. The skeletal frame was built for strength, speed, and adaptability, designed to be the perfect balance of power and precision. With this, I could create something far beyond any current robotics—something that could stand against both heroes and villains alike

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