Iron Man, Needed.

Iron Man flew, striking across the sky, "Sky Rockets in Flight, afternoon delight" Bursted into his ear, as he was flying over towards SHIELD. He was communicating with the ATC as he listened to the breaks in directions, after finishing a quick flight pattern, he landed on the nearby Air Strip. Immeditatly multiple SHIELD agents told him to surrender and get out of the suit, he quickly order the AI to force and exit from the suit, it slowly began to move apart forming into a briefcase. Throwing it across the ground, multiple agents moved behind him hand cuffing him, a quick blow to the head and he was out. Waking up in a odd pplace, a all grey room with one large window, before him on a all metal table stood a large clunky ARC reactor. A black man with a eye patch stood in front of him, he peered into his eyes, "where am I" he questioned not knowing what was going on. The man who sat across from him began to speak.

Ryan was inside the chamber, with a mask on that made him look like a black man with a eyepatch. He pulled off the mask when the man sat there and there was a brief moment of silence. "Remember me, asshole?" Ryan said, as he removed the mask revealing his Blond hair. "Well.. You've deeply fucked up. But, we could use your skills." Ryan said, he wanted to kill him badly, but the board of directors would fire him if he did anything too drastic. "I was thinking you could earn your freedom." Ryan says, while standing up and walking around the room. "See, we need a scientist to experiment with the cosmic energy." Ryan says, as he stops and looks at him. "If you choose not to earn your freedom, you will be faced with death. " Ryan says, looking at him dead seriously. He looked at the man, with the intent of killing. He took out a cigar out of his back pocket and lighted it up. He was able to afford these things now with his new promotion.  He put it in his mouth and blew out a plume of expensive smoke.

Michael was given a odd deal, "Death or help, well what and odd offer, this is unexpected. I wonder if this bafoon, knows anything. Death, that doesn't seem like a punishment for what I did. Odd, somethings up." he thought. Michael tapped his finger on the table, in attempts to anger the man. He turned his head to the left, as the man pulled out the cigar. He'd slam his hand onto the table, making his fist raise into the air after the recoil of the blow. "Well then god damnit, I am not sure. Why do you need me for anything. Death kinda sounds neato! I kidd, I am not a idiot you can't kill me, unless something very odd is going on. I know what happened, and your insults are not to be taken lightly. Work for SHIELD, I will if I am renstated and your second in command. I'll see what I can do, go have fun getting this approved by the board. Besides that, I doubt you'd murder me, I still have rights. But I guess if killing is your thing, you might not be such a good guy. Plus I'd think you'd have your problems with Emelie. The new group of SS, it's odd. Where was she, that seems a bit more dangerous then me, I am sorry I digress. Well thats my offer, as you seem to be holding me prisoner. I'd at least be a little comfortable." he said, the entire time he talked he move his hands tapping against the hard metal table. Michael wonder weather he'd realize that he wanted a cigar by his comment about comfort. He twisted his lips and wonder what this mans response would be to his outrageous demands.

"Oh really? I can't kill you?" Ryan said as sarcastically as humanly possible. Sliding out a shotgun from his back, he would put it directly on the man's forehead. "You don't get a fair trial I can sentence you to any punishment I deem necessary, even death. Not helping us is high treason. Do you know what the punishment for treason against the united states is? Do you?" Ryan says thrusting the gun forward towards his head knocking his whole head backwards.  He took another deep breathe on the overly expensive cancer stick. Then, breathed out a large plume of smoke. "Last chance, Earn your freedom... And hopefully get reinstated into SHIELD..Or Death. " Ryan says putting his gun back on his sheathe on his back. 

"Well know, things seem to be a bit gunny in here. This really weakens your argument that you can just kill me. Treason, still has to be tryed. But hey what do I know, plus making a mistake on a mission isn't treason. That's not even a big deal, I made a mistake, 1,000 are killed everyday by use soldiers on bad Intel or anything in that sort. You need to earn some respect. I made a mistake, not treason. I am not even sure you know what treason is? Plus why kill me that doesn't help you at all. You bigot." Michael kept his fingers taping on the on the table, watching the man, the guns pointed at him musten make him feel good.

((Post is being void under the grounds of god modding, Ryan it is your post now and assumed that Groß-Deutschland did nothing

Or Luckas can remove the god modding and any mention of shield

Your choice Ryan not his))

"You misunderstood what I said... How you managed to botch my words up so badly, I will never know. I said if you don't help us you will be charged with treason, which is punishable by death. Hell, I don't even have to follow the laws here, nothing here will ever go public, you forget that this is a secret agency. And nothing we do will be tried in court." Ryan sighed at how he managed to mess up the words Ryan said so badly. He took the gun back from his head, then slammed it back onto it, leaving two circle marks on his forehead. Having not put it in his sheathe.  He took another swipe from his cigar. Who the fuck was this man to tell him his men didn't respect him? His men respected him because he wasn't too uptight, they liked how he was a more lax leader of SHIELD. He often joked around with the agents, toning down the more serious aspect of things. He was that guy who made the workspace more enjoyable. But, when it comes to something important, he could be snapped into a more serious mood. Hell, he didn't order a extinction order on all mutant children, he tried to let them live their lives.. Even, when the board of directors would force him to do something about it, like trying to tone down the amounts of mutants. He would half do it, kill a couple of mutants to get the board of his back. He took another deep smoke, as he took another deep breath out. "This is your absolute last chance to respond... Earn your freedom or death." Ryan said, one last time, jabbing his forehead with the gun two times then leaving it there. His men were outside Securing the door not even looking inside.

"Not following laws, treason. Pulled that out of his ass, whatever. Don't have much of a chose seems I am in the poop shoot." he thought. The slamming of the gun, hurt his head, gave him a bit of damage to his forehead. "Fine, you've cut me down, I'll do whatever you want, on one condition. You give me my arc reactor in my Iron Man suit, that's all I want. I need it for my work on whatever energy you need, it holds invaluable scientific research.." Michael brushed the gun away from his forehead, rubbing the red mark on his head. He had by now stopped his tapping and looked at the new leader of SHIELD. He honestly was broken now, he didn't expect the new leader to be as crazy as this. It had caught him a bit off guard. He was pondering where they might have taken his Eisen suit. "So are we done? Can I get to my research or whatever you need done.", this would be his response to whatever the mans response was. If this deal was successful he'd go a long with whatever the agent said as in the area he was to be sent. He'd simply get up and move towards the area, assuming to be accompanied by the agents outside the door.

"I'm glad, we've came to an understandment..." Ryan says, as he took another breath out, it felt like the tension of a thousand earths were lifted off his shoulders. Taking another drag on the cigar. "Mr. Wordsworth, tell your wife I said Hi." Ryan said, walking out talking to the SHIELD agent. "Oh yeah, before I forget, please take Micheal to his working chambers." Ryan says to Wordsworth, asking him to escort the man to the chambers. Wordsworth, simply shook his head yes, and went to do it. As Ryan took another drag, he would slide his cigar on the wall putting the cigar out and there was no fire to be spread. He put the half used cigar back in his pocket. "Ms. Mai, please bring, Micheal the arc reactor from his suit. Make sure to ask the scientist if they have successfully made copies of it and the suit, and approved on some problems the suit had." Ryan said to the female officer that was outside of the room. She simply, shook her head yes and went to the labs. They would already have finished copying the tech and gave her the original arc reactor. Ryan would, sigh and walk to his own room and do paperwork.



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