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I Am Iron Man (MHA) Chapter 293: Virus
🕑 Added 2025-11-11 01:19:44 +0000 UTC[Third Person POV]
“Don’t forget to restrain him!” Aizawa barked, his capture scarf snapping like a whip in the air. His single visible eye glowed faintly red through his hair, surveying the battlefield. “This is no time to celebrate — we still have work to do!”
“Hai, Sensei!!” the students roared in unison, their adrenaline surging as they rushed forward. None of them even waited for the smoke to clear; instinct and training took over.
Monoma slammed his palm into the ground beside Pixie-Bob. The two synchronized perfectly — earth quaked beneath their feet as thick tendrils of dirt and stone erupted upward, twisting and writhing like giant serpents. They pierced through the dense smoke, searching for their metallic target.
Mineta was already in motion, yanking the sticky purple orbs from his scalp and hurling them with reckless abandon, screaming like a lunatic with every throw.
Sero raised his elbows high, firing ribbons of industrial tape that coiled around Ultron’s shadowed outline. Midoriya joined in, black whips of energy bursting from his arms, each one glowing and crackling with chaotic power.
Beside them, Ibarra clasped her hands together, praying under her breath before unleashing a storm of green — thick vines surged from her hair, wrapping around Ultron’s frame from every direction.
As the smoke finally thinned, the villain stood revealed — Ultron, the mechanical terror, surrounded in the middle of a molten crater. His once-sleek armor was scorched and riddled with holes, sections of it missing and slowly reconstructing themselves in real time. His crimson eyes burned like twin suns.
“What are you insects seriously trying to accomplish?” Ultron’s voice boomed, layered with static and fury. “I will grant you all three additional seconds of life if you tell me where Stark has disappeared to.”
He flexed, metal muscles shifting like tectonic plates. Heat radiated from his body — so much that the air shimmered around him. The vines charred, the tape melted, and the earth restraints began to crumble.
“Momo!!” one of the students shouted, desperation breaking through the chaos. “We don’t know how long we can hold him off!!”
Far in the distance, hidden among the jagged remains of a shattered forest, Momo Yaoyorozu steadied herself. Her breathing was calm but focused. In her hands was a weapon that glimmered faintly in the light — a recreation of the bow Tony and Mei once engineered. She had used her Creation quirk to bring it back to life, every curve, every screw, every wire precisely crafted.
She nocked an arrow, the silver shaft catching the reflection of the blazing battlefield. Pressing her lips against it, she whispered softly, “Good luck… you two.”
Drawing the bowstring back, she closed one eye and focused with laser precision. Her heartbeat slowed, time itself seemed to pause, and then — she released.
The arrow tore through the air with a sharp shriek, cutting through the heat waves and heading straight for Ultron’s exposed eye socket.
The machine barely flinched. One of his restrained hands tore free, snatching the arrow in midair with effortless precision. He glared at it, unamused. “Seriously,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt, “what were you hoping to accomplish with this pathetic gesture?”
His question was answered almost immediately. The arrowhead popped off and broke away — revealing a small glass vial filled with a luminous, violet liquid. It burst open on impact, splattering across Ultron’s metallic face.
Everyone froze for a moment — then a collective exhale of relief passed through the heroes. The purple liquid began to pulse faintly.
Ultron raised his hand, rubbing the viscous substance between his fingers. “What is this supposed to—” He stopped mid-sentence.
The liquid was… moving. Creeping. It crawled along the grooves of his armor, spreading like living ink. His internal sensors went wild, alerts flashing through his mind.
“A physical virus?” he said in disbelief, his voice glitching with static. “Stark’s creation, no doubt… But what could he possibly hope to achieve with something so—” He convulsed slightly as his systems began to seize. “—worthless?”
…
Meanwhile, Tony Stark and Melissa Shield were piloting a high-speed aircraft — surrounded on all sides by swarms of the virus, they appeared almost like mechanical monstrosities trying to devour everything in sight.
“Nice shot, Momo!” Tony cheered, gripping the flight controls and weaving the craft through the chaos with precision. Explosions rippled in their wake.
Melissa, seated beside him, was cackling like a woman possessed as she manned the weapon systems. She slammed her palm on the targeting console.
Turrets emerged from both wings, unleashing a storm of bullets that tore through the virus that was trying to consume them as well. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Tony gave her a sidelong glance, half-proud, half-terrified. “Melissa, honey,” he said carefully, “I love the energy — really, I do. But maybe, just maybe don’t vaporize everything as we need them?”
Melissa blinked, momentarily snapping out of her battle frenzy. “Oh—right! Sorry!” She blushed, lowering her hands from the console. “I got a little carried away…”
Suddenly, a series of flashing red lights erupted across one of the ship’s side monitors, bathing the cockpit in crimson. The screen jolted forward with a mechanical hum, scanning rapidly as the interface reconfigured itself. A web of glowing lines appeared, mapping the digital airspace ahead — and then, all at once, thousands of red blips flickered to life across the display.
Each dot was moving fast. Too fast.
“Uh-oh…” Melissa muttered, leaning closer, her blue eyes widening as the swarm grew denser. “We’ve got company.” She zoomed in on the map, seeing the incoming signatures converging like a storm. “Let me guess — Ultron’s antivirus software?”
Tony didn’t even look fazed. He kept one hand on the throttle, the other flicking switches with methodical calm. “Pretty accurate,” he said evenly. “If this were a human body, those things would be the white blood cells — coming in hot to exterminate any unwanted guests.”
Outside, the darkness of cyberspace shimmered like an ocean of light — and from that ocean, an army of Ultron drones emerged, glowing blood-red and streaking toward them at impossible speed.
Melissa turned to him, a smirk curling on her lips. “So…”
Tony sighed through his nose, recognizing that look all too well. “Go wild.”
Her grin exploded into manic joy. “Ahaha! Hell yes!”
She grabbed the twin handles in front of her. As her fingers pressed down, the ship’s weapon systems came alive — plasma vents hissed, cannons rotated into place, and the forward guns began to hum with accumulating energy.
“Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!” Melissa shouted gleefully, mimicking the sound of the cannons as she unleashed them. Streams of concentrated energy tore through the digital air, lighting up the void like fireworks.
The first wave of red drones exploded instantly, bursting into showers of sparks and corrupted code. But more were coming — hundreds, then thousands — forming a crimson tide that clashed violently against the spreading purple virus particles. It was chaos made visible: two forces of digital warfare, one mechanical and one semi-organic, consuming each other in endless, recursive loops.
Tony jerked the controls, sending the aircraft into a corkscrew dive. Melissa whooped in delight as gravity — or whatever passed for it in this space — pressed them into their seats. They spun down, pulled up, then rolled hard to the left, weaving through the battlefield in a blazing spiral of light.
Outside, their ship’s turrets morphed and unfolded — glowing metal stretching and reshaping into massive twin energy sawblades. The edges spun, emitting a keening whine that shook the cockpit. Melissa guided their motion with frightening precision, her grin feral and eyes wild.
“Melissa, you’ve got that look again,” Tony muttered, dodging an incoming barrage.
Meanwhile, the virus was gaining traction. Tendrils of living code snaked out, latching onto Ultron’s constructs. Every time they connected, the affected drone’s crimson hue turned to deep violet, its circuits sizzling before it flipped allegiance and joined the infection. But the antivirus fought back — destroying the infected only for two more to take their place.
The digital war raged around them in a storm of light and noise.
Tony shot Melissa a side glance, his brow furrowing. “There’s something seriously wrong with you,” he said, inching his chair a few inches away like she might bite.
She scoffed without looking up from the targeting array. “Please. You’re just jealous because you want to be the one doing the shooting and slashing l”
He raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly. “No comment.”
The engines roared as he punched the throttle. The ship’s thrusters blazed with blinding blue energy, propelling them forward like a comet. The sheer velocity turned the field into a blur — they tore through the antivirus drones like a bowling ball through pins, scattering wreckage and corrupted data in their wake.
For a brief moment, it looked like they were winning.
Then Melissa’s console started beeping frantically. “Tony! Wall ahead!”
“What wall—oh, crap!”
A bright red barrier appeared out of nowhere, stretching endlessly in every direction — an impenetrable wall of digital circuitry. Tony yanked the controls, but it was too late. The ship slammed into it with a thunderous crack.
Electric arcs surged across the hull, sparks raining down inside the cockpit. Both of them were thrown forward as the ship ricocheted violently backward, spinning in midair before Tony managed to stabilize it with gritted teeth.
“Okay,” he panted, hands gripping the controls. “That hurt a little.”
Melissa brushed her hair out of her face, her expression flat as she stared at the glowing red obstruction ahead. The wall pulsed faintly, patterns of circuitry running through it like veins.
She exhaled slowly, unimpressed. “Let me take a wild guess…” she said dryly. “The firewall?”
Tony’s head tilted, his voice matching her deadpan tone. “Bingo.”
Comments
Juanpa Issler
I think we would all act like Melissa if we were in her situation, both physically and emotionally.
