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Iron Man: Last Light Over Manhattan Tony Stark's suit was screaming at him before the first missile hit. "Sir, I'm detecting seven incoming projectiles," FRIDAY said. "Also a very large problem behind them." "Define large." "The size of a city block." Tony rolled his shoulders and looked down through the HUD. Over the East River, a warship the color of old bruises tore itself out of a rift in the sky. Plasma cannons lined its hull, and the whole thing hummed with a sound that rattled his teeth even through the armor. "Great," he muttered. "Love it. Really needed a Tuesday like this." He dropped into a dive and the missiles followed, seven white-hot streaks bending to track him. Tony cut hard left between two skyscrapers, close enough to scrape paint, and pulled up just as the first missile clipped a billboard and detonated. The shockwave rolled him sideways. He used it, flipping upright and firing a volley of micro-rockets over his shoulder. Four missiles died. Three kept coming. "FRIDAY, flares." "Deployed." Two went wide. The last one stayed locked on. Tony grinned, shut off his thrusters, and fell. Gravity pulled him past a row of windows, the missile screaming behind him, and at the last second he fired the repulsors straight down and shot sideways into a loading bay. The missile hit the street where he'd been and turned an intersection into a crater. He landed in a crouch, steam hissing off his armor. "Okay. That's the appetizer." Outside, the warship opened fire on the city. Tony ran for the street, and the armor's thrusters roared as he launched, tearing up through the smoke. Beams of plasma slashed across the skyline. A bridge buckled. A tower lost its top three floors. Below, he could see people running, and a school bus abandoned at an intersection with its doors hanging open. "FRIDAY, how many civilians in the blast radius?" "Approximately forty thousand, sir." "Right. So no pressure." He angled straight for the ship's belly and hit it with everything. Repulsor blasts rolled across the hull, and the plating glowed white and buckled. Return fire swarmed him, drones the size of motorcycles with blades where their wings should be. Tony spun through them, firing in every direction, but there were too many. One slammed into his back and sent warning lights flooding his display. "Left thruster at sixty percent," FRIDAY said. "Armor integrity falling." "I can see that." A second drone clamped onto his arm. He ripped it free and crushed it, then another hit him square in the chest and drove him down into the side of a tower. Glass exploded around him. He crashed through three offices before skidding to a stop against a desk, the reactor in his chest flickering. For a moment, he lay there, breathing hard. "Sir," FRIDAY said gently. "Your vitals are elevated." "Yeah. I noticed." Tony pushed himself up, wincing. "Can we hit that thing's power core?" "The core is inside the ship. The only access is through the main cannon." "The one currently trying to kill the city." "Yes." Tony almost laughed. "Of course it is." He launched back out the broken window, climbing hard. The big cannon was charging at the front of the ship, a growing ball of light, aimed straight down Fifth Avenue. Drones swarmed him again, but he didn't fight them this time. He dove through the middle of them, taking hits on the armor, ignoring every alarm in his helmet. "FRIDAY, route all power to the repulsors." "That will leave you with no shields." "Then don't get hit."

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