C179 Stane’s Plans

C179 Stane’s Plans

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Deep within a secluded facility, hidden beneath the guise of an obscure Stark Industries research lab, Megatron and his group of Decepticons made their return.

The facility, once under the direct control of Obadiah Stane, had now become a temporary base of operations for the Decepticons—a sanctuary where they could hide from prying eyes while pursuing the AllSpark.

The exterior of the facility was nothing remarkable, but inside, the structure was built to accommodate large machinery and storage—ideal for the towering robotic forms of Cybertronians.

The main entrance, a pair of towering steel doors, slid open with a heavy groan, allowing Megatron and his men to duck through. The arc reactor, still glowing with the faint blue light of its stored energy, was cradled carefully in his massive hands.

As Megatron entered, the Decepticons already stationed inside the facility immediately fell to one knee, their heads bowed in deference. Their loyalty to Megatron was absolute, a fact that was both terrifying and impressive to the humans present.

The guards, normally tasked with overseeing the security of this hidden base, stood off to the side, visibly trembling. They had no idea how to react to the sight before them. They were loyal to Stane, yes, but the fear of what these giant robots could do to them kept them rooted in place.

Running or attempting to resist would likely result in a swift and brutal death...

Megatron walked further into the facility, his footsteps echoing with a heavy metallic thud that reverberated through the high ceilings.

As he moved deeper into the facility, Megatron’s gaze fixed ahead, showing no interest in the humans who cowered at the edges of his vision. His focus was solely on the mission and what lay ahead.

Behind him, his loyal Decepticons followed, carrying various stolen components from Stark Industries—everything they deemed valuable or interesting.

Finally, Megatron reached a spacious control room at the heart of the facility, where Obadiah Stane was anxiously awaiting their return.

Stane had been pacing nervously, his mind racing with thoughts of what could go wrong. The Decepticons had given him an ultimatum: prove his usefulness or face the consequences. He knew they wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate him if they deemed him useless.

Seeing Megatron approach, cradling the giant arc reactor, a wave of relief washed over Stane. The ominous glow of the reactor’s energy filled the dimly lit room, casting long shadows across the walls.

Stane forced a smile, masking his anxiety as he stepped forward to greet Megatron. “See? What did I tell you?” He said with an air of forced confidence. “I knew you’d find something interesting there.”

Megatron’s cold, calculating gaze settled on Stane, his expression unreadable. The Decepticon leader held the arc reactor up slightly, examining it with a mixture of curiosity and calculation. “This...device,” he rumbled, his voice a deep growl that resonated through the room, “is indeed of interest. Your knowledge has proven useful... for now.”

Stane’s smile widened, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. He knew he was walking a fine line, but for now, he was still in the game. “I’m glad to hear that,” he replied smoothly. “I have plenty more where that came from. Stark Industries has a wealth of technology and connections just waiting to be exploited, and I’m more than willing to help my new metal friends.”

Megatron’s eyes narrowed, his expression still inscrutable. “Do not mistake our relationship for friendship, human. You serve a purpose, but we will not hesitate to dispose of you when you cease to be useful.”

Stane nodded quickly, understanding the implied threat. “Of course, of course. I’m just here to help,” he said, trying to maintain his composure. He needed to keep these beings on his side, at least long enough to achieve his own goals.

Tony stood in front of the empty space, his gaze fixed on the spot where the arc reactor had once been. His hands clenched into fists, the metal of his Iron Man suit creaking as his grip tightened.

[Flashback]

A young Tony Stark, no older than ten, stood in the workshop of their family home, his eyes wide with wonder as he watched his father, Howard Stark, work on a massive metal contraption.

The arc reactor.

It was still in its early stages, but even then, it was an impressive piece of technology. Howard had been working on it for weeks, and today, he had invited Tony to help.

“Here, son,” Howard said, his voice softer than usual. He handed Tony a small wrench, a rare smile on his face. “Why don’t you tighten this bolt for me?”

Tony’s eyes lit up with excitement as he took the wrench, moving carefully to the side of the reactor.

His father watched him closely, guiding him through the process. For once, there were no harsh words, no criticisms—just a father and son working together, sharing a rare moment of peace and understanding.

As they worked, Tony could feel a sense of pride building within him. He was helping his father build something incredible, something that could change the world.

For a few precious hours, there was no tension, no conflict. Just the simple joy of working together, of being father and son.

[End Flashback]

Tony’s jaw clenched as he stared at the empty space where the arc reactor had once stood. That reactor was more than just a piece of technology; it was one of the few things that had ever truly connected him to his father. And now it was gone, stolen by those monstrous robots.

Seeing the tension and frustration in Tony’s stance, Peter stepped up and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We’ll find it, Tony,” he said softly. “And we’ll get it back. I promise.”

Tony’s fists slowly unclenched, but the anger in his eyes didn’t dissipate completely. He glanced at Peter, then at Bee, who stood behind them, his optics glowing softly in the dim room. “Those were the Decepticons, right?” Tony asked, his voice tight with controlled anger.

Peter nodded. “Yeah, they were,” he confirmed. Bee nodded behind him, his expression serious.

Tony nodded in return, his mind already racing with ideas and plans. “Then I’m going to need to make some upgrades to my suit,” he said, his voice determined. “This thing won’t be enough against them. I’ll need something better... something more powerful.”

He glanced down at the battery in the center of his chest, his mind drifting back to the arc reactor. His father’s creation had been a marvel of engineering, a power source like no other. “Maybe... something like that,” he muttered, half to himself.

Peter nodded. “Sure, If you need anything, just let me know,” he offered. “I’ll work on finding the Decepticons in the mean time.”

Tony gave a brief nod, his mind already focused on his next steps. “Thanks, Peter,” he said, his tone distracted. “I’ll be in my workshop. Let me know when you find them.”

With that, Tony turned and walked away, his mind consumed with thoughts of revenge and preparation. No one disrespected the Stark family and got away with it—not while he had anything to say about it.

A/N: 2000 words :)????????