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After a whole day of travelling through the wilderness, with me being the pack mule, Stark and Yinsen were tired already.

Right now, in addition to the bag of guns on my back, I also carried with me, in both hands each, a backpack filled to the brim with water and food. As for why that is, I remembered that I was the only one here with superhuman endurance so I had to gather supplies for the two of them.

Otherwise... If the billionaire died while he was trekking through the middle of nowhere after being saved...

Throwing such frightening thoughts out of my head, I kept occasionally glancing at the suit of iron armor that was half finished. With the back part that was not yet done, it was questionable if the suit would have sufficed for an escape from the ten rings camp.

"probably not..." I murmured to myself.

And after 2 hours of walking through the middle of nowhere, Tony stopped moving.

Thinking that we had found a convoy or enemies I got ready to to drop the bags.

"Junk! Piece of junk!" he said, as he got out of the armor.

Confused at first, I saw the entire armor break down the moment he stepped out of it. 

Looking at the pile of scrap metal (formerly the original iron man suit) on the ground, I tried my hardest not to laugh at them.

And after a while, with both of them looking at the scrap metal on the ground with dejected expressions, I said.

"Uhm... Let me take the lead since I'm bullet proof. Just in case you know?"

"Right, what's up with you being bullet proof? I've never heard of someone having such..." Yinsen said, looking at my scarred body, "A sturdy body."

"Ah, you don't need to worry about that." I replied. 

"Why? Cause you're unique or what?" Stark said. 

"Theres plenty of people like me in the world. There's even more freaks that wouldn't bat an eye at tank shells, which I can't take on yet, and even more freaks who could throw tanks like a child would throw a pebble. I'm just a small fry compared to the actual monsters."

Then, I pointed at my scars."And there's just as many people who would've recovered from these wounds without an issue, not leaving behind any scars either. Now that I think about it... think there is a guy who can regenerate himself from just a few cells?"

<There's quite a few.>

The system responded in my head. 

Meanwhile, Stark and Yinsen were quiet. 

"Right, Yinsen, how the hell did you get captured? I know Starks convoy got hit but what about you?" I asked, trying to start a completely natural and non traumatic conversation. 

"I... I was kidnapped when I visited an old acquaintance." he said slowly while recalling, "Me and my current family visited a university acquaintance, and thats when they captured us. I... I refused to comply with their demand to make them weapons, as I knew they killed my family already. That was until they showed me they had captured my daughter, from a previous marriage. I was ready to cave and to try to ensure her life, but thats when Tony got thrown into the jail cell. I still don't know where she is, or if she is ali-"

"Pause." interrupting the old man that was starting to have tears form in his eyes, I asked "What does she look like? Cause I saved more than 80 or so hostages from the camps. You never know, maybe one of them was your daughter?" 

"Black hair, an eleven year old girl. Her name is-" 

"Toni." I said, cutting him off. 

"Huh?!" surprised, there was yet again hope in his eyes. "did you find her?" 

"I think it was... The 6th base? 7th? 8th maybe? Not sure but somewhere in the middle of my expedition, I do remember seeing an Asian woman hugging a girl that seems to fit that description, who said that everything will be alright and not to worry cause she started crying upon seeing me." 

"Thank god..." slowly, tears started flowing out of his eyes, while he had a stupid smile etched on his face. 

"Hol on, did you say she started crying when she saw you?" Stark suddenly said. 

"Yeah. I blasted the last three guards to bits using my shotty before I ripped out the metal bars that were jailing them. I remember it vividly cause the another guy there called me an abomination and tried to tackle me, heh. I slapped the shit out of him before I went to the next base, and as for the others, they've been rescued by now. The American army have been somewhat keeping track of my movements and cleaning out any leftovers along with dealing with the hostages, so I didn't have to do the hard part of... Well, dealing with hostages." I replied, recalling the amount of times someone was scared upon seeing me. 

"If his daughter needs therapy because of you..." Stark replied, not finishing his sentence. 

"I wasn't that sca-" I wanted to defend myself, but the two looks of 'Please stop talking' silenced me. 

After another half an hour of walking, with the sun nearly setting, Stark paused again suddenly. 

"Did you say the Americans have kept your movements tracked and saved hostages?" 

"Yeah? Why?" 

"Why didn't we just wait at the cave then?! Are you stupid?!" he turned to look at me.

"My boss calls me stupid all the time, so yes." I replied, honestly. 

At a loss for words, he wanted to probably throw another insult or two at me, but that was not going to happen, due to the sounds of a vehicle in the distance.

Growing tense, both of them hid behind me, their trusty meat shield, while I summoned my shotgun. 

And as the convoy of 3 hunvees approached us, the tens of geared up soldiers got off and kept their distance from me.

"Yo," unsummoning my shotgun as a sign of non aggression, "I saved two hostages, take care of them since you've been helping me take care of the hostages in the other camps I cleared." I said with a smile, showing my perfect white teeth.

"Are you... The ghoul?" the man in charge asked, having already a faint guess due to my shotgun. 

"Yes. Also, give me a ride as well since im completely lost otherwise." 

Hesitating for a while, he agreed to let me on as well. However... 

"We ask that you let us confisca-" seeing me turn to look at him with a smile that wasnt a smile, he chanhed his tune quickly "To let us safekeep the weapons. Security protocol and all that." 

"Fine by me. Do note that they're all unloaded, and the thing that I can use to start a massacre isn't just my shotgun that you're not gona get, but also dynamite sticks that have the power of artillery shells. Got it?"

"Y-yes." 

"Great!" grabbing my bag, I wanted to throw it to one of them until I remembered it was probably a bit too heavy for them. Throwing it into a humvee instead, that shook from its weight under their watchful gazes. I parked my ass comfortably on the back seat.

I was left of Stark, and right of him was Yinsen. 

"Can't you be a bit more civil?" Yinsen said. 

"I've been running through the middle of nowhere killing people the past two months. Etiquette and whatever has kind of lost its significance in my eyes, and I think you're misunderstanding something. I may not act in a civil manner but compared to the things other super powered individuals would do? This is beyond civil, courteous even."

"And you've been asking yourselves probably why I saved you like this. Two reasons honestly, one is that I wanted to make sure Stark lives as he will become a superhero in the future, saving countless lives. And as for the second reason, it's to mooch of him."

"Hah? Do you think I'd help a mass murderer?" Tony said, his eyes closed. 

"Do you think any of the people I killed were innocent?" I rebutted. "Aside of that, I'm not asking you to provide me weapons or anything, help me protect my kids or provide me transportation when shit happens, because Tony...a lot of shit will happen in the future." 

"Like what?" 

"If I say it you won't buy it, at least not until it happens, so instead I will write down a few things that will happen. And If they do happen, I want you to at least somewhat trust my judgement. Deal?" 

"...do you know the future?" Yinsen suddenly said. 

"A bit... But what I saw wasn't good at all."

Random soldier A, who was on the drivers seat asked, uneasy, "What kinds of not good at all?" 

"Hmmm... What day is it today?" I asked.

"Huh, you don't know?" 

"The only thing I've been doing is shooting people in the face, and eating raw meat because it was the only thing I had on hand." I said, shrugging. 

"...November the third." 

'Oh then Obama gets elected and uh... I thin this month is when a shitty janitor movie releases? Then... Right, bitcoin is created in January and... I dont remember too much else that happens soon. I do know what happens roughly 2012 onwards though.' 

"Mmm... Nothing worthwhile right now. Only a movie called toxic janitor is coming out"

"Just... That?" 

"For now, yes. My memories are too fragmented to remember everything I saw. Maybe I'd remember some more the more time passes but its hard as hell."

'He's crazy' they thought, something that spared him countless future annoyances. 

"What if we hit you on the head to help you remember?" Tony said, looking at my head. 

"The shovel would bend like in a cartoon, so don't waste a good shovel." 

"True, your skulls is too hard, numbskull." 

"You're the numbskull, numbskull." 

After a few hours of bickering, we were finally at the airport, having been escorted here by the poor army guys who were threatened by Stark.

 As for why he threatened them, he wanted to deal with Stane (and return home) as quickly as possible. 

One thing Stark did do well is call his private jet over as soon as he got his hands on a mobile phone, as the private jet was waiting for us at the airport. 

As for Yinsen, his family had been escorted over by the army, and after a reunion they decided to cut their vacation short and head back to America with us. 

The jet looked like a heavily modified private jet, but it wasn't my area of expertise so I didn't care too much. What did pique my interest wasn't the amount of female staff that were flirting with Stark either. Instead, it was the absolute lack of normal drinks, with everything just being ultra expensive stuff that would probably cost a year of my old wage. 

Not touching anything and sitting very carefully during the flight, as to not damage anything even by accident, we finally landed in New York. 

Leaving my guns with Stark for now, as it would be a bit too conspicuous to carry them around everywhere, I borrowed a 20 bucks to call a taxi over and head to the apartment. 

Opening the apartment door, I was ready to be greeted by Eliza and Bruce, yet the only thing that greeted me was an empty apartment. Scanning for any notes or anything else, I found the bag under the bed, untouched. 

Going through all the rooms in the apartment and still not finding them, I went down to the reception area and asked the receptionist, still smiling. 

"Where are the two kids, Eliza and Bruce, that stayed in one of the high class rooms."

The young man turned to look at me and, after remembering me, hesitantly said "They should still be in their room?"

"They are not, are they perhaps in the other room due to renovation or something?"

"This... There's a man you would rather not cross in that room, I heard he has ties to the underworld and threatened the hotel owner."

"Ah, thank you." trying to maintain my sanity as much as I can, I bid the man goodbye and then made my way to the room next to ours.

Carefully placing my hand on the door, I slowly pushed the entire door in with a cracking noise, sending splinters flying out.

"AH? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

I heard the panicked scream of a man, and I turned to the left, seeing him lying on his bed with a few needles next to him. And as I tried to question him, he pulled out a pistol.

Walking towards him with bullets hitting me, I grabbed him by the neck and raised him up.

"I will only ask this once, so pay attention. Where. Are. My. Children. The two that stayed in the room next to this one."

"I don't kno-AAAAAARGH!"

Throwing away the ripped off finger, I spoke once again "Where. Are. They." 

"At the silvermane family grounds! We've been kidnapping children for a while, the Boss ordered it! Please spare me!" 

"Thanks." 

"Ah-" he didn't get to make any more sounds, as I crushed his neck with my hand. 

---

"Yo Bruce?" Eliza suddenly called out to Bruce. She was currently resting in a comfortable bed, inside of a lavish room. 

"Yeah?" Bruce was just messing with his laptop, playing games. 

"Do you think boss found the note we left behind on the table?" slightly concerned, Eliza asked. 

"Probably... I really hope he did..." 

"Yeah, otherwise he'd get worried to death. Who would've thought there's a school for mutants though, and it's as luxurious as this?"

"I don't think anyone would. I'm surprised we didn't find it either, until the eyepatch guy told us about it."

"Mmm, true. Wanna watch toxic janitor 2 by the way? Heard its good." 

"Sure!"