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        Iron Man : Evolution 1.

        The Fellow laughed.
        "You'll be laughing on the other side of your face in a minute,
ya fucking punk!" snapped Happy Hogan, his fists up in the classic boxers
stance,"This is your last chance, now back off!"
        An hour earlier, the city - and it seemed the whole country as
well, according to the news reports - had been blasted with a powerful
telepathic message from beings proclaiming to have defeated The Avengers
and backing up that claim with horrifying mental images of the heroes
lying bruised and battered on the ground.  But it had been the image of
Iron Man - his armor cracked and broken, unmoving on the shattered concrete
of the street - that had prompted his P.A, Pepper Potts, to call her
estranged husband, Happy Hogan down to the Office.
        They were in Lake Washington, Seatle, where Tony Stark had recently
moved as he set up the newest branch of Stark Enterprises.  Their boss was
rebuilding and re-strengthening the company after just barely fighting off
a hostile takeover by Fujikawa Incorporated, and they were basically
following around like his personal retinue, not doing much of anything
other than offering moral support to their boss.
        Happy had rushed around to the house, being delayed by some of
the startling lawlessness overtaking the city, whether as a result of the
telepathic message or the baffling (and perhaps connected) destruction of
several Police Preceints in the area.
        Moments after his arrival, while still embracing his terrified
wife and trying to calm her down, the house had come under attack by
just one man, fighting his way easily past Stark's very impressive Security
Systems.  He was dressed similarly to The 'Fellows' who had been in the
telepathic message.
        Now Happy faced the man, trying to intimidate him with his imposing
bulk and large fists, his knuckles cracked and broken from years of
fighting.
        "You want to face ME?" laughed The Fellow, as if the very idea
was hilarious,"Don't you know who I am? What you are?"
        "I know what you're going to be if you don't back off, buddy,"
Happy growled back,"And that's a bloody pulp!"
        The Fellow just shook his head with a rueful smile, then raised
his fists loosely, in a mocking parody of Happy's own fighting stance.
        "Come then, ape," he chuckled,"Teach me a lesson."
        Happy's instinct was to circle around his opponent, sizing him
up and looking for an opening.  But in this case, he had to keep himself
between Pepper and The Fellow, so he just stood in place, bobbing lightly
up and down with what he hoped was an intimidating look.
        The Fellow moved forward and Happy took a exploratory jab, which
The Fellow easily dodged.  His grin was not so mocking now, he actually
seemed to appreciate what Happy was doing, and if he didn't actually
respect the former boxer, he at least seemed to be taking the fight
seriously.
        The Fellow moved quickly to his left and Happy moved to block
him.  Quick as a snake, The Fellow changed direction and moved past Happy
easily, making the bigger man swing about to try and stop him.  This
caused Happy to overextend himself, and The Fellow slapped him hard on
the back, causing him to lose his balance.  As he began to fall, The
Fellow moved up beside him and slammed him hard in the belly with a
crushing blow, doubling over the former boxer and driving him to his
knees.
        "Pulp, old man?" chuckled The Fellow,"Shall I beg now or after
you've hit my fists with your body a few more times?"
        Happy pulled himself to his feet with a grunt, and turned to
face The Fellow again.  His opponent raised an eyebrow, then nodded
slightly, as if in approval of a child.
        "You have spirit, for a monkey," chuckled The Fellow, then his
face became deadly serious suddenly and he hit Happy directly in the face
with three lightning quick jabs, jerking Happy's head back with each
hit, bloodying his nose.
        "HAPPY!" squealed Pepper, standing in the corner of the room,
desperately looking for something to attack this madman with.
        "Come on, primate!" laughed The Fellow, dropping his arms,"I'll
give you a free shot!"
        Happy growled low in his throat and swung a clumsy right at the
man, then pulled it back and slammed his right hard into his opponents
stomach, thinking to catch him unexpected.
        It was like hitting an iron wall, the man's stomach was either
clenched or he was wearing some kind of protective gear.  As Happy gritted
his teeth in pain, thinking these thoughts, his opponent laid into him,
pummeling him with blow after blow, knocking Happy to the ground but
not stopping, viciously kicking and raining blows down on the
now prostrate man.
        "I am The New Humanity!" screamed The Fellow, savagely kicking
Happy,"You dare to challenge me!?! I am your superior in every way!"
        A glass globe smashed into the side of his head, smashing into
a thousand fragments, water and small flecks of fake snow smashing against
his head.  His head didn't even move, and a second later he was turning
to stare at Pepper Pots, who had smashed the snow-globe with as much force
as she was able into his head, a smug grin on his face.
        "Kinky bitch, aren't you?"
        Pepper's mouth dropped in shock, unable to comprehend this bizarre
course of events, how was any of this possible?
        She stumbled backwards, her only thought to escape from this
madness, and bumped into the door to Tony's Home Office.  Instantly her
mind hit on the memory of the secret Armory he had beneath the house,
perhaps she could get to it on time and put on a spare suit.
        "Now now, dear, not so quickly," laughed The Fellow,"I enjoy the
hunt, of course, but I've just conquered your protector, that makes you
mine now."
        He leaped across her Office in a single bound, his knees flexing
as he landed, absorbing the impact of the landing, allowing him to spring
back upwards and forward, landing hard against her back and knocking her
to the ground.
        The wind was knocked out of her, a terrible aching pain deep
in her lungs as she tried to suck air back into them.
        "That's right, dear," chuckled The Fellow, breathing harshly
into her ear,"Get lots of air in there, you'll be needing it to scream
my name soon enough... it's Foren by the way."
        Her mind, dazed and in shock as a result of her entire world
being turned upside down within a matter of hours, seemed incapable of
anything else other than wondering why he would tell her his name was
Foriegn.
        She soon forget this, though, when his hands grabbed the sides
of her jeans and began pulling them down.
        "HUuuuuuuGGGGHHH!!!" she cried, sucking in a huge lungful of
air,"NO! DON'T!"
        "You Old Humanity just don't get it, do you," chuckled Foren,"You
really think you still have any say in your life, don't you?"
        He left her jeans around her ankles, holding her down on the
plush carpet of Tony Stark's Office with the weight of his body as he
grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled it back, stretching them
to their utmost before they finally tore and ripped away, revealing her
round, white ass.
        "No! No No nononono!" cried Pepper, her blue eyes wide
and frightened, her head tossing from side to side.  Her freckled face
was contorted in fear and disbelief and what she knew was about to happen,
only reinforced when she heard the rustle of a toga being pulled up over
a waist.
        "Oh yes, yes yes yesyes!" chuckled Foren, his body pressing firmly
down against hers, grabbing his cock with one hand and parting
her struggling legs easily with the other.
        Pepper cried out in denial as she felt his member press against
her open, fur-lined slit, and then he was inside of her, parting her
cunt-walls and burrowing deep inside of her pussy.
        Pepper moaned unhappily as The Fellow pulled back from inside
of her cunt, then slammed forward again, then began a quick humping
motion in and out of her cunt, pounding her pussy again and again with
his thick cock.  The Fellow held tightly to Pepper's shoulders, grunting
loudly as he stabbed his cock deeply into her cunt, his teeth gritted in
a victorious smile as he enjoyed the fruits of his conquest.
        Pepper's cheeks ran freely with tears, her cunt churning and
clenching involuntarily as The Fellow raped her, thrusting relentlessly
into her tender pussy.  His hips pushed firmly against her curved, plump
ass, his cock slamming in and out of her snatch, which was
getting progressively wetter.  She groaned in denial, her thighs trembling
and quivering as her rapist thrust into her again and again, driving
her towards an unwanted orgasm as her boss lay in shattered
armor downtown and her estranged husband lay black and blue on the ground
of the Office right next to the one she was currently getting raped in.
        The nude P.A could feel the Fellow's cock swelling inside of her
vagina, becoming larger as he approached orgasm, ready to blast his load
into her vulnerable pussy.  His hands moved down from her shoulders to
her naked hips, gripping onto them to better anchor himself as he pumped
back and forth against her delicious ass, his shaft punching deep into
her cunt.
        His body pressed hard against hers, hot and hard against her
as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight, dripping slit.  The speed
and strength of his cock thrusts had increased, and the further friction
of his cock-flesh pounding through her cunt-walls and over her clitoris
was driving the shocked P.A closer and closer towards orgasm.
        Pepper groaned in denial at the feelings bursting up within
her, totally against her will.  Her breasts, still contained in her
sweater, were throbbing and itching with lustful need as they squashed
and rode along the plush carpet.  Her stomach clenched and tightened
as a powerful orgasm approached, driven on both by the hard fucking she
was getting and the pheromones that Foren was pumping out of his body,
making her more susceptible than ever to pleasurable physical stimuli.
        Foren stared excitedly down at Pepper's curved ass and his thick
cock pressing deep inside her parted cunt-lips, groaning happily as he
took her as his own, by right of conquest over the man who had tried to
protect her.  He slid back and forth between her spread ass-cheeks, his
rock hard shaft fucking in and out of her tight, clasping cunt.  Each
time he pulled back from her sucking cunt, he stared down at his glistening
cock-flesh, loving the sight of his meat penetrating Pepper's pussy from
behind, enjoying even more the feeling of her tight cunt accepting his
cock readily now, even more the sound of her his crotch slapping against
her sweaty ass... but most of all the sounds of her moans and whimpers
of pleasure as her body took over her mind.
        He thrust powerfully against her, hunching forward against her
ass, laughing as she began to push back, meeting his cock thrusts with
her curved ass, allowing his to grind his long, hard prick into her
hot, juicy snatch again and again.
        Foren lifted Pepper's ass up higher and drove his prick deeper
than ever into her slick cunt with more force than ever, fucking the
cute P.A hard.
        "Take it, bitch!" he roared,"You're mine now, take it!"
        He stabbed his cock into her again and again with wild, hard
thrusts, pounding his cock home again and again, arching his back, hands
gripping tightly to her hips, pulling her cunt back hard against his
crotch, grinding against her pussy and ass hard.
        His hips smacked against her curved ass, the sound accentuated
by the slurping noise of her cunt gripping and sucking back on his cock
as he raped her with hard, powerful strokes.
        Now they both gasped and cried out for the same reason, pleasure,
and both were approaching climaxes.  Foren’s was anticipated and desired,
but a small part of Pepper still tried to hold out against what was
now inevitable.
        But she could not, and her orgasm hit with all the force of a
tidal wave.  She squealed and screamed like an overworked machine as
Foren continued fucking her savagely, ramming his hard cock again and
again into her now spasming, quivering cunt.  Ripples of orgasmic fury
rode through Pepper's body, centralizing in her cunt, vibrating through
into Foren's thrusting cockmeat, sending him, too, over the edge of his
orgasm.
        With a loud cry, The Fellow's body stiffened and lurched against
her shaking, pounding ass, his prick pulsing and jerking before finally
releasing and pumping jets of hot, creamy jism deep up inside of Pepper's
quivering, orgasming cunt.
        He collapsed on top of her, pressing firmly against her curved,
plump ass, cock buried balls deep into her cunt, which was now over-running
with her juices, her clit pressing hotly against the carpet, which was
soaked with her pussy-juices.
        She lay beneath him, struggling to catch her breath, her plump
handfuls of tit-flesh squashed against the carpet, her quivering legs
spread wide, her freckled face flushed and red with sexual release, her
eyes clouded in confused sexual pleasure.
        She'd just been raped, but she'd enjoy it? Was it really rape?
Why had she resisted? What was wrong with her? Why was she thinking things
like this for?
        A new pheromone began pumping out of Foren's body, a natural
adaptation as his spent body was temporarily vulnerable before it could
renew itself.  It made Pepper docile and relaxed, which, combined with
the sexual flush through her body, put all thoughts of resistance right
out of her mind.
        - Foren - whispered a voice in The Fellow's head, making him
instantly become alert.
        "The Mental Discipline deigns to speak with me? I am honored,"
chuckled Foren mockingly,"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
        - Your work is not done yet, Foren - spoke the voice, - You were
sent here for a reason, and it was not to violate women and beat up on
the Lesser's. -
        "I don't need you to tell me what to do," grunted Foren,"I am
more than capable of completing my task and asserting my dominance over
The Old Humanity."
        - Complete your task, Foren, - replied The Mental Discipline
coldly in his head - Then assert your 'dominance' wherever you like. -
        Foren didn't like the condescending way they'd said dominance,
but decided to let it slide... for now.  Getting up, he dropped his toga
back down over his waist and moved to the back of Stark's Office, his
enhanced vision and other senses seeking out any signs of hidden catches
or holographic fronts.
        "Aha!" he chuckled, and shifted the molecules in his arm, reaching
through a hidden control panel and shorting it out, which opened the hidden
entrance.
        "Tell my Fellows back on their little island they can stop worrying
now," he chuckled,"I have just found Stark's Armory."

        The Mediterranean, Exact Location : Unknown.
        --------------------------------------------

        Tony Stark awoke slowly, his natural instinct to groan in pain
suppressed by a learned instinct to never let your opponent know that you
have come around.
        He was still wearing his armor, but it was cracked and broken,
almost useless to him now.  Most of the weapons systems were off-line,
the structural integrity compromised almost beyond repair.  He hadn't
been this badly damaged in the fight, this had been done to his armor
afterwards which indicated..... what?
        - They're afraid of the armor for some reason? - he asked himself,
struggling to think clearly with his head pounding and hurt after the
immense pressure put on it by his crushed helmet, which was still pressing
against his skin.
        He opened his eyes to slits and looked through the eyepieces in
his cracked faceplate.  He was in some kind of dungeon, made of stone and
wood but obviously sturdy enough to hold them, he had no doubt.  The
Vision and Captain America were nowhere to be seen, but Justice lay in
the center of the dungeon, his face battered and bruised, his costume
ripped and torn.
        He vaguely remembered being awoken, strange memories of Carol,
Wanda and Angelica naked and a dull anger that had quickly faded before
being led like a sheep through crowds of cheering citizens, who seemed to
have sided with the enemy for some bizarre reason.  He also vaguely
remembered that Justice had fought far past the point Tony had fallen
into apathy, which probably accounted for his bruised appearance on the
floor.
        He pressed his chin against the toggle on his faceplate, which
activated the computer.  He suppressed a sigh of relief when it came
online, he hadn't voice activated it because he suspected he was under
surveillance, and wanted to give no indication that he was once again
conscious.
        Slowly, painfully he manipulated the computer commands with the
directional toggle set into the chin-guard of his armor, designed for just
this sort of occasion.  He tried to bring up any kind of communication
channel or network, but failed, all communications were being blocked
somehow.  Next he tried to activate his GPS (*) system, but could not
access it.
         - Which means I'm either off-planet or somewhere that's a GPS
blindspot - he thought groggily.  That was no problem, there was more
than one way to get a basic geographical location.  He used the scanners
remaining to his computer to take atmospheric samples and the make-up
of the dirt and rocks in the cell, cross-referencing it against his
geological and atmospheric files.
        - Somewhere in The Mediterranean, - he thought as the results
came up, - Doesn't help much, there are a lot of islands out that way,
we could be on any one of them. -
        His revelry was cut off as the door to the cell opened and three
men similar to those he'd faced entered.  He immediately closed his eyes
and shut down his computer with his chin, feigning unconsciousness.
        "He's awake," muttered one Fellow indifferently, barely even
glancing at Iron Man,"I'll grab him, you grab the other meat."
        The other Fellow, looking bored, stooped down and hauled Justice
over his shoulder without the slightest sign of exertion.  The first
moved up to Iron Man, who kept his eyes shut, keeping up the facade
of unconsciousness in case he was being tested.
        "Pathetic," muttered The Fellow, and ripped Iron Man free from
the chains holding him to the wall.  The armored Avenger took
his opportunity, lashing out with a fist, relying on brute force now
that his weapon systems were off-line.
        The Fellow caught the fist easily, an arrogant smirk on his
face, and suddenly felt his body tingling and shaking.  With a gasp of
pain, his molecules were expanded and shifted, merging momentarily with
the armor and then being pulled through it.  He dropped to his knees,
solid again and dressed only in a form fitting black tunic which had been
wired into the armor.  The bastard had phased him, much like The Vision
could do to himself and Kitty Pryde of eXcalibur could do to others, but
he had left Iron Man's molecules in close enough phase to the armor's to
make the shift extremely painful.
        "Technology is a crutch of The Old Humanity," The Fellow muttered,
curling his lip in disgust,"In this new world of ours, you and all the
rest of your pathetic race will survive based on the merits of your
physical body."
        "No room for librarians, then?" he gasped.
        A grin spread over The Fellows face and he laughed,"Brave, are
we? Maybe you might last more than a few days in our new world order."
        He pulled Tony to his feet roughly and propelled him forward
towards the door, the inventor/engineer/industrialist struggling to keep
his balance.
        He was led down a long, winding corridor to the outside, his eyes
stinging in the brightness of the sun.  The tang of salt air and the
general look of the surroundings indicated he'd been right, they were
somewhere in the Mediterranean, but he still had no idea where.
        He looked around him, noting the recently reinforced temples and
statues, the latter having been altered slightly to make the classical
features appear closer to the general features of The Fellows Of The
Physical Discipline.
        "Isn't that cheating," Tony forced out, wanting to show
his defiance,"Changing the statues so you look like the perfect people."
        "The Greeks were great people, but they were of The Old
Humanity," replied one of The Fellows,"We have simply... corrected the
mistakes in their statues."
        "I wonder if The Nazi's would have done the same had they won
the war," mused Tony,"Nothing quite like re-writing history, is there?"
        "Quiet!" snapped The Fellow, smacking Tony in the back and sending
him stumbling forward.

        Justice was thrown roughly to the ground, groaning lightly, still
unconscious.  Tony was driven to his knees, gritting his teeth and refusing
to cry out in pain, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing
his pain.
        They were in some sort of theater, like a smaller version of the
fighting arena of the ancient Roman gladiators.  Ringing around them were
beautiful marble steps set with marble pillars at the back of each section
of steps.  The arena was about half filled, close to four hundred people
sitting on the steps in togas that now seemed extremely comfortable and
sensible, given the pulsing heat that was even now trapping itself inside
Stark's tight black tunic, making him sweat profusely.
        None of The Fellows were even slightly perspiring.
        Ahead of them, set up in a box set slightly ahead of the other
seats, were a group of ten Fellows that seemed to radiate a quiet power
just beneath the surface.  One of them stood and moved forward, coming
to the edge of the railing ten feet above Tony and Justice, staring down
at them with something approaching sympathy.
        He was different to the others, and Tony wondered if perhaps
he was facing the leader of these Fellows Of The Physical Discipline.  He
had a beard, which seemed strange, as all the others were clean shaven,
and his chest was lightly peppered with ginger hairs, even his own hair
was more reddish than blonde.
        "My name is Justin," said the man,"I was of The First, I rule
as part of the Conclave Of The First until a clear leader can step forth,
that is our way and it will be yours as well."
        "By what right do you think you can...." started Tony, his throat
hoarse.
        "BY RIGHT OF CONQUEST!!" roared Justin, his face furious all of
a sudden, startling Tony into taking a step back.
        "BY RIGHT OF CONQUEST!" roared the crowd as one, echoing their
spokesman.
        "We are The New Humanity," said Justin, calming himself,"We have
defeated you Avengers, we are on our way to defeating the rest of this
pathetically under developed world.  We will led them into this new
Millennium fulfilling the potential they have always squandered, the Old
Humanity are children that need a strong guiding hand, they need to know
discipline and fear to separate the strong from the weak."
        "Supermen, huh?" muttered Tony,"Forgive me if I'm not impressed."
        Justin smiled approvingly, pleased at the defiance, then his
smile became hard, and reached down behind the rail.  With one hand he
lifted the prostrate form of The Vision, clutching the limp android by
the head.
        "Technology is a crutch of The Old Humanity," he stated coldly,
his eyes boring holes into Tony,"Used by the weak to do their work for
them, it is unacceptable in The New Humanity."
        With a shocking crunch, Justin closed his hand down into a fist
and shattered The Vision's head like it was made from glass.
        Tony's eyes widened and his mouth fell, he felt a dip wrenching
in his stomach and a coldness settling through his body as it threatened
to go into shock.  This... this.... this monster had just killed The
Vision!
        Justin threw The Vision's headless body contemptuously down to
the arena floor.
        "You are of The Old Humanity, Tony Stark!" roared Justin,"You have
used the technology to put yourself above the others, by what right do
you do this? You are nothing without your armor! Your mind in bright, yes,
but not bright enough to evolve you into the next level of Humanity, like
our Fellows Of The Mental Discipline.  You must prove yourself to us now,
prove that you are worthy to live in our new world!"
        Tony stared in shock at The Vision's headless body, then turned
his gaze on Justin, his eyes brimming with fury.
        "You judge me because I made something with MY MIND!?! Something
with MY HANDS!?! You say I don't deserve to live in some fucked up idea
of a fascist new world because I didn't gain my powers by a twist of
fate or a random accident!?!"
        He stood with fists clenched at his sides, his body trembling with
fury as he poured out his anger on the only available target - Justin,
spokesman for The Fellowship Of The Physical Discipline.
        "The whining words of a petulant child," Justin replied
dismissively,"You will fight Vance Astrovik, whom you know as Justice,
and you will do it now, and you will not stop until one of you is dead."
        "Fuck you!" snapped Tony, to the shock of the assembled Fellowship.
        Justice groaned and got onto his hands and knees, raising his head
and looking about him in confusion.
        "Vance Astovik!" cried Justin,"You will prove your worthiness
to exist, you will fight Tony Stark, whom you know as Iron Man, and you
will do it now, and you will not stop until one of you is dead."
        "Wha? Huh?" gasped Vance,"Tony Stark is... Iron Man?"
        "Pathetic," muttered one of The Conclave behind Justin,"Even the
most injured of our Fellows would awake alert and ready to battle, this
so-called Avenger just proves our contempt for The Old Humanity is well
placed."
        Vance pulled himself to his feet and staggered to Tony's side,
staring down in shock at The Vision's beheaded body.
        "Whoa? Vish? Who did this?"
        "Vance Astrovik!" cried Justin,"You will fight Tony Stark, and
will do it now! And if you do not, then SHE will know pain unlike any
other has ever felt!"
        Vance looked up, confused, and cried out in shock at the sight
of his fiancee, Angelica Jones, held up by her long red hair, naked and
groaning.
        "Angel!" he cried, and pink energy blasted from his eyes at
Justin.  It hit an invisible barrier and dispersed into nothing, and
the assembled Fellowship laughed in contempt.
        "I will take her myself, here and now," snapped Justin,"The right
is mine, by conquest, to do what I want with her.  However, you can win
her back by that same right, defeat Stark, defeat the others we send at
you and your Angel is yours again."
        He threw her to the ground, lost to sight behind the ornate,
carved railing,"Make your decision now, Vance Astrovik, will you meekly
submit and lose all usefulness to us and watch as we take your woman again
and again?" he stared darkly at Justice, then his voice rose and became
almost wistful,"Or will you fight for her? Prove your manhood and take
her back?"
        "Justice, don't listen to him," whispered Tony,"Captain America
must have gotten away or he would be here with us, and we still don't know
where Thor is...."
        Vance shook his head, his heart and head torn between what he knew
was right and his desire to protect his fiancee.
        "Enough," spat Justin in contempt,"Someone rape the bitch..."
        "NO!" screamed Justice, and with a roar leaped onto Tony, knocking
the bruised, battered Avenger to the ground.  The Assembled Fellowship
roared in approval as the youngest Avenger found a target for his anger
and frustration, cheering as he landed desperate blow again and again onto
the Billionaire.


        Back in the cell where Tony and Vance had been incarcerated,
the abandoned armor suddenly twitched and shook.  With a groan and rumble
as gears pushed and turned against each other, the armor stood up and
stumbled back against a wall with a light clanging noise.
        "Curious," muttered The Vision through the microphone set into
the faceplate, designed to change Stark's voice so it wouldn't
be recognized,"Barely functional, but a more practical alternative to
being in no body at all."
        Setting himself down, The now Armored Android Avenger began working
on a way to re-activate the shut down systems.

        (*) GPS - Global Positioning System.

        End Iron Man : Evolution 1.

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