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Harley Keener raises his hands and distributes all energy to counter the incoming blast from a very familiar yet menacing foe hovering across the street. The shock wave shattered almost every lamp and window around the block and sent Harley flinging onto a moving truck. It's a miracle that he's still conscious, and the Mark 3 is still holding up. The same however cannot be said for some bystanders including the truck driver, who is resting his head on the steering wheel whilst coughing out blood. Harley heard some screams from across the block. He turn his gaze onto several people lying unconscious at the roadside as his optical scanners highlighted red with no sign of any pulse.

He then refocus on the hovering figure who begins to steadily inch forward. Harley's systems notify him of the familiar energy output signature given off by the foe. Three arc reactors working in tandem giving off excessively high power output enough to single-handedly wipe out an entire district.

"That's a whole lot of power for a single suit. Stark tech? Whatever problem you have with me doesn't involve these people! Who are the hell are you and what do you want?" Harley shouted with his bleeding lips.

"To protect the only person that truly matters, and eradicate all those holding you back", the figure muttered.

"Wait, wha-" Harley responded in confusion.

"Morgan Stark. And you're too weak and naive to save her the way you are now"

Harley's eyes widened as he braces to engage what almost appears to be a mirror image of himself, yet far more powerful.

NOTE: I don't own the rights to the source material in the making of my render.

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Harley Keener raises his hands and distributes all energy to counter the incoming blast from a very familiar yet menacing foe hovering across the street. The shock wave shattered almost every lamp and window around the block and sent Harley flinging onto a moving truck. It's a miracle that he's still conscious, and the Mark 3 is still holding up. The same however cannot be said for some bystanders including the truck driver, who is resting his head on the steering wheel whilst coughing out blood. Harley heard some screams from across the block. He turn his gaze onto several people lying unconscious at the roadside as his optical scanners highlighted red with no sign of any pulse.

He then refocus on the hovering figure who begins to steadily inch forward. Harley's systems notify him of the familiar energy output signature given off by the foe. Three arc reactors working in tandem giving off excessively high power output enough to single-handedly wipe out an entire district.

"That's a whole lot of power for a single suit. Stark tech? Whatever problem you have with me doesn't involve these people! Who are the hell are you and what do you want?" Harley shouted with his bleeding lips.

"To protect the only person that truly matters, and eradicate all those holding you back", the figure muttered.

"Wait, wha-" Harley responded in confusion.

"Morgan Stark. And you're too weak and naive to save her the way you are now"

Harley's eyes widened as he braces to engage what almost appears to be a mirror image of himself, yet far more powerful.

NOTE: I don't own the rights to the source material in the making of my render.