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I Am Iron Man (MHA) Chapter 300: Checkmate
🕑 Added 2025-12-02 19:52:13 +0000 UTC[Third Person Pov]
“Now reality can be whatever I want it to be…” Tony declared, his voice echoing with theatrical grandiosity as he extended his hand outward. The digital air rippled as if responding to the command of a god, and the entire landscape around them began to buckle, twist, and reshape. The sky darkened into a bruised violet, the ground crumbled into alien stone, and towering ruins rose. Bit by bit, the simulated world bent itself into the dusty, shattered visage of Titan.
Melissa couldn’t help herself—she let out a snicker and shook her head. “I love being able to understand references…” she said, grinning as the distant floating debris completed the familiar scene.
But the transformation halted abruptly halfway across their virtual battlefield. Tony’s half shimmered with cosmic devastation, while the opposite side stubbornly remained a steel-clad version of New York twisted by Ultron’s cold dominion.
Ultron’s voice boomed through both halves, cold, metallic, and dripping with contempt. “You may believe you’ve seized the advantage,” he intoned, his half of reality pushing visibly against Tony’s—pixelated walls grinding against each other like two worlds clashing for dominance. “But this is my domain. My reality. And the two of you are nothing more than intrusive anomalies.”
Tony didn’t even bother acknowledging him. Instead, he pivoted toward Melissa with exaggerated casualness, eyebrows raised. “Wanna see something cool?”
“Always,” Melissa replied instantly, grinning in anticipation. She bounced on her heels like a kid waiting for fireworks.
Tony stepped forward and dramatically swept his arms. The space behind his back trembled—and then, with a booming whump, multiple golden-rimmed portals spiraled open one after another. Some were small, some massive, but each flickered with that unmistakable mystic energy. From them came the echo of distant footsteps, rhythmic and thunderous. And then—
T’Challa’s iconic battle cry rang out from somewhere beyond the nearest portal, followed by the synchronized march of an entire army ready for war.
Melissa spun around, jaw dropping before she burst into uncontrollable laughter. Tony hadn’t just made a reference—he had recreated the entire Avengers: Endgame portal scene, armies and all, down to the perfect sound design.
“Oh my god, Tony—seriously?” she sputtered between laughs. “You’re impossible!”
“How juvenile,” Ultron sneered, glaring at the assembled heroes and warriors charging across Tony’s half of the battlefield. “This—this is the extent of your imagination? You could shape the fabric of reality, and instead you manifest a mortal army”
Ultron extended his hand and said, “Now watch as I demonstrate what an Architect of Reality truly looks like.”
The half of the world still under Ultron’s control convulsed like a living nightmare. Steel tendrils erupted from the cracked New York pavement, weaving structures skyward like metallic vines. Buildings folded into themselves and reassembled into twisted monoliths. Ultron’s drones crawled across the sky like silver locusts, their eyes glowing a murderous red.
With a thunderous boom, the skyline bent forward, leaning toward Tony and Melissa as though Ultron wished to swallow them whole.
Tony flicked his hand.
“Oh please, I’ve remodeled Stark Tower during lunch breaks. Showmanship: C-minus.”
Tony snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, half the Avengers army multiplied into three copies of themselves like a glitching hologram, each one shimmering, overlapping, becoming whole. A cosmic storm spiraled above them, peppering the battlefield in stardust and thunder that struck in rhythmic beats.
The two armies collided.
What followed wasn’t a fight—it was a glitching apocalypse of imagination and corrupted data. Every explosion ruptured reality itself: pixels peeled away like paint, code bled from the cracks, and images of old memories flickered midair in random bursts.
Ultron’s voice rumbled like thunder. “You persist in your arrogance.”
“Hey what can I say, I'm just having a little fun… You should try it out some times” Tony shrugged.
Both sides of the fractured reality surged forward, Titan smashing into corrupted New York. The ground beneath their feet split apart into a glowing fault line of raw data, crackling like unstable electricity.
Then the world itself began shifting without warning—Ultron altering gravity while Tony inverted the horizon. Ultron turned the sky into circuitry, Tony turned it into a cosmic starfield. Ultron fractaled the terrain into countless copies of himself, Tony rewrote them into inflatable balloon mascots that squeaked when they stepped.
Melissa couldn’t stop laughing.
Ultron’s digital roar shook the ruins. “ENOUGH!”
Ultron appeared beside Tony, grabbing him by the throat with a hand made of neon wireframe mesh. “This is MY domain.”
Tony rolled his eyes and tapped Ultron’s forehead. “Override command: grow up.”
The world froze—then shattered like fragile glass, reforming into something entirely different.
Tony slowly drew a square outline in the air with his finger.
The ground beneath them glowed.
One square became four.
Four became sixteen.
Then sixty-four.
The landscape locked into place—a massive black-and-white chessboard stretching infinitely in every direction. Each square was the size of a city block.
Tony grinned. “Ultron… would you like to play a game?”
Tony and Ultron stood on opposite ends as opposing kings, while Melissa floated beside Tony in place of a queen, flicking a glowing pawn between her fingers.
“Your hubris knows no bounds.” Ultron said coldly.
“Cool, so that’s a yes.”
Pieces erupted from the board like titans rising from the ocean—throne-sized knights, rooks shaped like colossal bunker towers, pawns that looked like marching automatons. The Kings radiated golden and crimson energy; the Queens towered like war-goddesses. Each piece pulsed with power capable of reshaping the board itself.
The game began.
A white pawn marched forward—each step causing mini-earthquakes. Ultron countered by moving a black pawn, and when the two pieces clashed, they didn’t simply “capture.” They collided like meteor strikes, the resulting explosion launching Tony and Ultron backwards.
Tony wiped digital dust from his face. “Okay, that one kinda hurt. Melissa, note to self—reduce the pawn payload next time.”
Moves continued, every captured piece triggered a catastrophic event: pawns imploded into black holes; bishops detonated like supernovas; rooks collapsed into towering avalanches of fragmented code. Each shockwave struck both players, sending sparks and light bursting off their virtual forms.
Melissa cheered every move like a spectator at a gladiator arena.
The Queens waged war like titanic sorceresses, sending shockwaves that sent Tony skidding across three squares while Ultron dug his claws into the ground to avoid being blown away.
Piece by piece, Tony maneuvered with maddening precision.
Ultron grew increasingly erratic. “This game is primitive! You cannot defeat me in strategy!”
“Buddy, you lost the moment you allowed the game to commence.” Tony smirked. “With every piece I've taken I've gained more and more control over the section of your reality.”
At last, Tony moved his Queen forward.
From the abyss above, a giant hand with polished blue nails came down and took a hold of the piece.
The piece was held directly above Ultron.
He looked frightened as he tried to regain control of reality, but it failed completely.
The scene spanned out from the board revealing Tony sitting casually on a grand chair in a calm, softly lit virtual space—half lounge, half throne, wearing a black and red suit and tie, his chest partially exposed.
Melissa was perched sideways across his lap wearing an elegant sparkling blue dress that pooled at her hell. One arm wrapped around Tony’s neck, the other holding a chess piece: a glossy white Queen.
On the low chessboard before them stood a tiny Ultron—no taller than a few centimeters, twitching with static, sputtering corrupt lines of code.
Melissa dangled the Queen above him.
He looked up in digital horror. “You cannot—! I am—! I AM—!”
She grinned wickedly.
“Checkmate.”
Melissa brought the Queen down with a satisfying crunch, flattening tiny Ultron like a bug and twisted it in place. The echo of the impact rippled across the virtual realm, erasing the last piece of his influence.
Melissa dusted her hands. “And that’s how you deal with annoying AI pests.”
Tony chuckled. “I’m proud of you. Very elegant. Very symbolic.”
She kissed his cheek before she leaned her head against his chest.
The virtual world hummed peacefully, belonging entirely to them now.
A/N: Happy 300th chapter everyone WOO-HOO 🎊 🎉 🎊 🎉 It's been 300 chapters and we're still by the Summer camp which is the third season of the anime!!
Comments
Bryan Vargas
Hopefully the fuck not, I want to live you know
Juanpa Issler
Congratulations, brother! Does that mean you'll be doing 100 episodes per season? Hahaha
Mordivandros
Yay
