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Just a little past noon over Phoenix and the sky had much more than the sun bearing down on it.Antonio Edward Stark had been up in the air long enough to forget hulls — or at least stop counting each one — and start going for lanes. The gaps between the gray ships told him plenty about what the fight was doing and how it was going — which lanes were open, which ones were closing or about to, and the sections of the formation that had taken enough of a beating that something could get through it.Tony abused that, pushing through another volley of repulsor bolts through a gunship’s intake on the cross past, the shot free and his aim — as always — professional.Sure, he was no Hawkeye, but you didn’t need to be William Tell to put a shot into the side of something broader than a military hangar.Lightning tore above him in sheets, the sky crackling every few seconds with white. As much as he was a fan of Thor — the whole friendship with an anti-capitalist hippie god thing downright hilarious given what Tony was — but it had to be said that all that light and background EM spikes were playing absolute hell with his systems. After all, the contrast compensation on the Iron-Tech HUD could only do so much.Something to fix.Something else, at least.The Iron Tech had already been massively upgraded since Hulk, forty-five days of implementation enough to expand the systems that had gone a massive length into keeping him alive already. Micronesia was…A shitshow, simply put. But a shitshow that would have resulted in quite the permanent end if the Hulk incident hadn’t prompted him to expand the armor’s power reserves and deflector fields for Hulk-level engagements.Not fighting terrorists or AIM cell anymore, Tony. That much was certainly true though, even when he was, he would still have preferred to have his favorite wingman. Rhodey…

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