It's a Trap!

Tony rounded the corner with his arm raised, blaster ready to hit whatever was there. He wasn't prepared enough. From behind there was a blast and Iron man was rocketed against a nearby wall.

"Oh, Mr. Stark," said the man holding what looked like a Stark E.M.P. rifle. "I see you've decided to drop into my little business venture."

"This ends now," Tony said, paralyzed within his suit, trying to buy time. "You can't use my father's inventions and sell them on the black market."

"Is that what you think?"

"That's pretty much been the theme with a lot of my villains."

"I haven't been killing people, Tony. I've been using your father's device for human trafficking in a grand venture."

"You bastard," Tony said trying to restart the power cells of the suit.

"See for yourself..."