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I’m Iron-Man and I’m Back (MCU)

Tony Stark dies October 17th 2023. And wakes up on the 30th April 2016, three days before Lagos. Three days before the breaking of the Avengers begins. But now he has a chance. A chance to do it all over again. And not die trying.

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C (35) T'Chaka & T'Challa

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Tony walked around the conference hall, talking to various representatives, keeping an eye out for any danger.

He even had FRIDAY monitoring the place.

He'd given her instructions to notify him through his watch if she visualised Barnes on her sensors.

He was sure something was going to happen.

"Mr. Stark!"

Tony turned to find a young man walking towards him.

"T'Challa." Tony held out his hand to the prince of Wakanda. "And King T'Chaka, welcome."

"It is good to see you here, Mr. Stark," the King replied.

"Your quick thinking in Lagos saved lives. A wider atrocity could have been committed and Wakanda would have suffered the affects if the bomb had gone off in the market place."

He shook the King's hand. "Thank you. I try my best to save as many lives as possible. Regrettably it doesn't always happen."

"It is good to see you representing your country on the Committee. It was a brave choice, especially if you are out in combat," T'Chaka observed. "I can think of no one better placed to be impartial on the Accords. I hope our two great countries can work together in the future."

'Interesting choice of words…' Tony mused.

As of now Wakanda was known to be one of the poorest countries in the world with a lack of available technology to advance.

But he knew Wakanda hid true wealth and advancement.

He hoped to bring them out of the shadows and out into the world. They needed Wakanda against Thanos.

"It would be wonderful to see your great country. I feel your country would benefit greatly if the borders were opened though I understand the hesitation to do so. You prosper well enough on your own to not need the rest of the world's aid." Tony stated.

He saw both the King and Prince's eyes shift slightly, as if they had noticed Tony's words were hinting at a deeper knowledge of their country.

T'Chaka straightened. "Perhaps we shall sit down in the future and discuss collaborating with you, Mr. Stark. I'm sure we could come to an agreement."

"My pleasure," smiled Tony as the two walked away.

Seeing T'Challa again reminded him he needed to bring the Black Panther into the fold. 

'One step closer…' thought Tony.

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The Accords signing went smoothly, ratifying the Accords into international law with all the countries that had signed up to it implementing it into their own laws.

Tony mingled with the delegates, trusting in FRIDAY to alert him to any trouble, though he did remain aware of his surroundings.

Natasha moved past his shoulder. "Everything running smoothly so far."

"I know," he replied.

Maybe he had got it wrong?

Maybe Ross didn't intend to attack him here.

Still, at least T'Challa still had his father.

He wouldn't lose him just yet. "I just have this feeling…"

"Me too," she murmured.

It was reassuring Natasha had the same feeling he had. He wasn't going insane then.

She moved off into the crowd, smiling and laughing at other delegate's jokes, engaging in conversation with them.

A man approached him, just like many had throughout the day.

The man was wearing glasses and was nearly bald with tufts of ginger at the side of his head.

The faint sensation of recognition tingled in his brain and he couldn't help but think he should know who this man was.

"Mr. Stark, it is an honour to meet you!" He held out his hand for Tony to shake.

But Tony felt suspicious and stepped back, making sure to have one hand on his watch in case he needed to activate it at a moment's notice.

The bald man came to a stop in front of him.

And then it hit Tony. He knew who this man was. He recognised him.

He knew how much this man had hated being compared to him by Stane.

This man was…

Before he could complete the thought he was shot in the back of the shoulder and a flash echoed across his eyes and everything went instantly black.

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The explosion sent Natasha flying. She rolled, coughing and spluttering as smoke filled the air.

She held her hand to her mouth trying to prevent the intake of the thick smoke.

She couldn't see a thing as dizziness overcame her.

Lying on her belly, she crawled along the floor, trying to stay beneath the smoke.

She could hear voices off to the side and the movement of shapes within the thick smoke.

"Steve?" she called out.

"I'm here." Steve scrambled up next to her, a hand over his mouth and nose. "Tony was right."

"We need to find him."

"He got shot, Nat."

Natasha cricked her neck trying to look at Steve through the smoke. "What?"

"He went down." Steve coughed. "Bucky is here. I'm sure of it."

They began to crawl through the smoke, coming across bodies on the floor, none injured just knocked out.

Tony had been on the other side of the room, close to the exit when the explosion had happened.

The attackers could have easily taken him out in the mere seconds it had taken them to regroup.

"Where's Rhodey?" Natasha realised they were missing one person.

"Out-cold. As the explosion went off I saw someone hit him in the head. Everything happened too fast for me to shout out a warning. We can't do anything for him now." Steve pushed himself to his feet.

"This is going too slow. We'll have to run." He was coughing more as he breathed in the noxious fumes of the smoke. Holding out his hand to Natasha, he yanked her to her feet. "Come on!"

Natasha stumbled as Steve pounded his way towards the exit, the smoke descending all around them.

She could hear coughing and stumbling and screaming all around her as the various delegates of the Accords struggled to comprehend what had happened.

"Tony!" Steve shouted out.

Struggling to see, Natasha pushed herself forward, tumbling out of the front doors of the building and out into the large open space between the road and the building where she could see a limp figure being pushed into a waiting black van.

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