Раз уж я отфайнридеровала вот сам текст:
читатьsparked to white-hot life, melting the osphalt on contact. When Ivan came at him with the whips, Tony grabbed hold of one and used it as a pivot to fling Ivan awoy, smashing him into a row of barriers. Vanko started to get up, and Tony covered the distance between them quickly.
The last time he had tangled with Ivan, Tony had been wearing the portable suit from the football, and Vanko had been using an experimental prototype of his whips and the armoured frame that supported them. Now Tony was in the Mark VI, with a new RT and a new lease on life, and Vanko had taken a cue from Tony and armoured up as well. Last time had been a dry run-this time was for real.
Ivan roared and went after Tony, who met him full on, exchanging punches for slashes of the whips. Tony found out quickly, though, that whatever Ivan was using this time around, it was a lot more powerful than the whips he'd had in Monaco.
"Pepper," he said, "get out of here!"
His train of thought was derailed as a whip cracked across the face shield of the Mark VI. His HUD flared and went dark. "Jarvis," Tony warned; as he spoke, the display went live again, and Ivan Vanko filled his field of vision.
"Divert to torso projector," Tony said. He felt the energy in the suit shift and then release in an enormous burst that blew Ivan through the nearest wall. In the brief lull that followed, Tony turned to Pepper. "I told you to get out of here, Pepper!" But she was frozen in place.
Ivan Vanko hit him in the small of the back and hammered him into
the pavement hard enough to crack it. Tony spun, landing a solid elbow to the side of Vanko's head. Ivan flicked a whip that caught Tony's forearm, jerking it painfully backwards. Tony rolled with the motion, scissoring Ivan's legs out from under him and stomping on the hand that held the whip. It uncoiled, and sparks shot from the forearm of Vanko's armour.
"Are we really doing this because of something you think my dad did to your dad?" Tony asked. "And what was that thing, exactly? You think my dad stole the Arc Reactor idea, right? You've hurt innocent people. Is it their fault that your dad didn't get credit?" Tony shook his head. "It's nobody's fault but your own."
The next thing he knew, a whip snapped around his ankles, and his feet were jerked out from under him. Whiplash landed on Tony's back and flicked a whip twice around Tony's neck. He caught the tip in one hand and closed his other around the base, where it came out of his wrist armour. Then Ivan hauled back with all his strength.
Tony could feel the heat from the whip through the armour around his neck. The HUD was flashing all kinds of red signals. The whips had damaged the suit's control systems. Tony couldn't get up. He couldn't really attack Ivan. And he couldn't hold the whip away from his neck forever.
There was one thing, however, that he could do... Letting go of the whip with one hand, he reached towards Pepper and triggered a hidden hatch in the gauntlet. It flicked open. She was looking at him, horrified nd paralyzed with fear. "Think fast," Tony said.
The Tech-Ball shot out of the compartment behind the tiny forearm hatch. Instinctively, Pepper flung up her hand to catch it. In the milliseconds before it would have impacted the palm of her hand, the Tech-Ball adjusted the consistency of its material ond changed shape, transforming from о metallic spheroid to a thin elastic hemisphere that closed around Pepper's hand and moulded to its shape. Tony had been playing with the new invention and had created something more than just a fun toy.
A burst of repulsor energy exploded from the palm of Pepper's hand. The recoil knocked her back, and she stumbled and fell as the repulsor ray hit Ivan with a full-strength blast.
For a moment, nothing else changed. Vanko's orms still bulged with the strain of holding the whip around Tony's neck, and Tony's gountleted fingers still sparked and smoked inside the tightening noose of the whip. Then, slowly, Vanko's arms relaxed. The whip loosened, and Tony jerked it away, letting it spit and crackle on the ground.
Tony stood, letting Ivan slump to the pavement. He flipped up the face shield of the Mark VI and winked at Pepper.
"Nice shot," he said.
"Thanks," Pepper said, gasping. Both of them stood there for о moment, recovering.
"How about we go home?" she asked.
He pulled off his helmet and smiled at her. "Sounds like a plan."
Ну еще у меня давно вызывал вопрос эта картинка, чья-то фантазия или тоже привет (своеобразный) альтернативному концу)
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