Heavyweight Characters: Avengers vs. Giant-Man a.k.a Wilbur Day, guest starring the un-Invisible Woman. Visible Woman? Setting: Why, New York City of course, on a grey sort of morning. Content: Cartoonish violence, I suspect. Summary: The once great and powerful Stilt-Man has had a rough week and has come looking for some answers. With his fists.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tony noted the condensation gathering along the bottom edge of the windows of his office, threatening to freeze and ice up the glass the moment the humid cloud that encircled the high rise moved away. This meant the finish wasn't holding up to the longevity he had calculated, possibly due to the beating it had taken last year during the invasion. Tony refused to look directly at it, instead keeping his focus on the chassis he was rendering to frame a satellite that would make use of his new nanofiber skin. It probably wouldn't see light or launch for another ten years, when Tony was done with the fiber himself, but it would strip literal tons of weight from aircraft and, in particular, space launches would save a few billion on fuel requirements. Which was almost as good as giving them the clean burning repulsor launch vehicle, without so much opportunity for abuse. Stylus in hand, eyes unblinking, he murmured, "JARVIS," to get the AI's attention.
He was rewarded with an attentive, "Sir."
"Do a quick calculation for me; resurfacing the Tower from floor 51 to the top. Don't tell me, give the number to Miss Potts and if she looks like she's going to have a breakdown we'll work through some new possibilities in the shop. Got it?"
"Sir. It is prudent at this time to inform you that the North building is being climbed, and the damaged windows will have to be replaced in any case," JARVIS calmly announced, which Tony almost dismissed before he had properly processed what he had been told. He finally looked up from his design to some middle distance to the window he had been trying to ignore, then at the ceiling like this was where JARVIS might see his quizzical glare.
"Climbed?"
There was a barely perceptible shift in the air, or maybe the floor like gravity had been unbalanced, then that damp window of Tony's office shattered inwards. Tony almost choked on a gulp of cold air, instinctively raising his arms against the glass that just pinged off of the metal shell that rapidly enveloped him against the assault. The Iron Man might have saved him from having window embedded in his skin, but it didn't come with a pre-installed reaction to being grabbed around the middle by a giant, poorly manicured hand that had just punched through his Tower. This would not go unavenged.
Squirming quite ineffectively and attempting to launch out of his tight hold with power rerouted to his jet boots for a mighty kick, Iron Man was dragged out of Stark Tower and out into the foggy sky like a lively action figure. "Avenger," a great voice said accusingly, like this was something to be ashamed of, "what have you done to me?" Iron Man found himself looking up into a gigantic, furious face, kind of like King Kong but with oilier skin and jumping off of the roof of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters with a city-quaking rumble. He knew this face, but was having a hard time placing it. The scale was all off. "I'm a freak," human-Kong went on, looking quite pained about it, but Iron Man could only focus on his teeth. This guy needed some serious dental work. And Iron Man needed some back up, before giant dude's long strides carried him too far away into ugly land.
He got as far as "Avengers Assemeeergh!" before gigantor decided he wasn't responding quick enough and gave him a little squeeze for encouragement. In desperation, before his head popped off, Iron Man set off his flares. Surprised and horrified, his large oppressor snapped his stinging hand open, which Iron Man was ready to take advantage of and shot away from into the fog. He didn't get far; with a frustrated roar, humungo slapped him out of the sky like a mosquito, sending him hurtling clear city blocks straight into the Baxter Building.