War Machine Iron Man Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

Smooth metal plating. Fluid joints that moved like water. Eyes glowing a steady, cold white. Dante’s jaw tightened. “Automata.” “Julian’s prototypes,” Aiden whispered. “Fully autonomous. Full combat interface.” The machines scanned the canyon before stepping forward with silent precision. Behind them, a third figure appeared— human, walking with calm purpose. Dante stiffened. Aiden’s stomach twisted into ice. The man descending the ramp wore no armor, no insignia, nothing but simple black tactical clothing. He looked so ordinary he almost faded into the canyon’s shadows—

I said with a shrug. "I wouldn't go so far as to say Ultron was a killer..." She laughed nervously, still not getting the reference. "Iron Man created him for killing." "What?" She blinked up at me. "Iron Man doesn't have a cat." "And neither do you." "Yes, I do." "You just called your dead cat Ultron." "That's not right..." She outwardly cringed. "Odwalla?" "That's a drink. You're actually getting worse at lying the more you talk."

POV: Araya The Field of Iron War came crowned in blood. His army rolled across the valley like an avalanche, armour clattering, banners dripping red ink and older stains. Wolves snarled. Men hammered spears on shields. Things that had once been wolves but were now only scars shuffled in his ranks, hollow-eyed, their howls empty echoes of a god’s command. He led them tall as a siege tower, shoulders plated in iron thicker than temple doors. Each plate wept blood that smoked and hissed in the dirt. His sword was no blade but a slab serrated with the teeth of wolves he had killed. The air bent around it.

The man was 2 meters tall and his finely big muscled body told them about the origin of a warrior this man had. “Greetings, foreign god… I am Mars, the god of war.” Said the man who introduced himself as Mars, The Roman God Of War. The man's tall body stood straight, black jeans and black leather boots, his body was protected by an armor that looked like a muscle that the old Greek warrior would wear when they were going to war. The armor looks like it was made from bronze, but Zhu Wushang was sure that it was not that simple. The armor is covered with a red and black long leather coat.

When Ves logged into Iron Spirit, he visited the support section in order to register a free virtual license. The game charged a lot of credits for the virtual license of the The Marlin Solutions 1004-HRF 5th Generation armor plating. Considering that anyone could make a living if they designed and sold even a halfway decent mech, the prices weren't unreasonable.

I come up with an idea after deciding to shift the subject. "Iron man huh? Is he your favourite Avenger?" I continue, seeing his expression brighten up. "Yeah. He protects people from the baddies, and nothing can stop him because he's like super strong. And, and, he has a super duper cool suit!" He says excitedly bouncing up and down in his seat. I think I've found out how to make him talk. Looks like this guy is an Avengers fan.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

"Zack, if this hunk of scrap metal doesn't hold pressure, I’m going to personally make sure you’re the first thing that hits the vacuum. Does it seal or not?" Victor’s voice was a low growl, vibrating through the cramped, oil-slicked hangar. He stood beneath the massive, bulbous hull of the Iron Ark, his knuckles split and bleeding from a twelve-hour shift of manual welding. The ship was a monster—a stitched-together Frankenstein of scavenged High Human bunkers and the skeletal remains of the Air-Fortress. It smelled of scorched wiring and recycled air.

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

"I'm Agent Vosten. Levi Fost sent us." Carmen walked out of the smoke-filled armory and into the hallway to see ten muscular men in silver armor. Only one of them had revealed his face threw his helmet visor. They were heavily armed and looked like they could snap another man in half with their bare hands. Carmen was unsure if she wanted to be in the company of natural born killers, but it looked like she didn't have a choice. The man who spoke looked at her and she knew that he was sizing her up. "We need to move quickly; Mina is waiting for us." He said as he motioned for his men to lead them out.