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He put his hand lightly on May’s shoulder, his turquoise gaze piercing through May’s eyes into her soul. “…I will hope that a bright future waits for you, May, whatever path it is you choose."

[The "he" here is Wallace]
 
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“And you!” The Team Rocket leader pointed an accusatory finger at the female grunt massaging his shoulders. She froze immediately. “Fetch me my strongest wine posthaste! Absolutely nothing less will do!” She gave an awkward salute and dashed out of the room as fast as her legs could carry a woman in high heels and a miniskirt.
Giovanni squeezed his eyes shut. His head was positively throbbing, and the fluorescent lights in the room were not doing anything to ease the issue. “Fuuuuuuuuck!” he wheezed for the umpteeth time that evening.
One of the grunts timidly tapped his leader’s shoulder. “Uh... hey, Boss? Do you think you should maybe, um, go to a hospital...?”
The disgraced commander scowled. “No I do not! I am Giovanni, the leader of the largest criminal organization in the world!” He opened his eyes. “And you are fired for questioning my competence!”
As the now ex-employee opened his mouth to respond, the grunt from before rushed in, bearing a new ice pack. Giovanni snatched it the moment in came in arm’s reach and applied it instantly, gripping the sofa with his free hand.
Yes, he had the dreadful suspicion that he wouldn’t be walking properly - hell, maybe even standing - for the next while. But the mob boss was a proud man, and not one who would admit defeat to a single hit from his own son easily.
How easily this could’ve been avoided, had I only used the correct language... he reprimanded himself sardonically. But that was also an overreaction beyond the scope of anything I imagined.
Well, decided Giovanni. That was his son for you.
 
It was hard to believe that just an hour ago everything had seemed perfect. He had been a billionaire, loved by all. Now he lay there, abandoned and dying. Explosions shook him and flames burned. Then everything went black.

When he woke up, he was surprised to find that he wasn't dead. He was in a dimly lit room with no windows. A man walked in wearing a black uniform with a red R, the uniform of team rocket. "Hello, Tony Stark."The man said, "We have been keeping an eye on you. Your work has interested us. Unfortunately, your heart has been damaged by the explosion. If you don't get surgery soon, you will die. If you build us the ultimate weapon, we will do what is necessary to make sure you live." Tony Stark had no choice but to accept the man's offer.

They threw an old man into the room. "This man is named Ho Yinsen. He will help you build the weapon." Then the team rocket man left. "Tony Stark, aren't you that unovan billionaire guy?" Ho Yinsen said. "Yes, that's me." Tony Stark replied with a sigh.
 
Getting struck by an Electivire would almost always equal death, that was for certain. But somehow Akari always found a way to cheat fate.

Electricity coursed through her veins at a dangerous rate as she was barely able to stand up straight. Her Security Corps uniform was tattered and ripped in several places, loose fabric billowing off into the harsh winds of the Coronet Highlands. Her breathing was ragged and shallow as she attempted to take any form of air in after a devastating strike to the chest, going along nicely with the rest of the bruises across her body; no big deal, right?

She groped for a Poke Ball, not taking her eyes off of the pure rage emanating from the blazing red eyes of the Electivire in front of her. She finally wrapped her hands around one and lobbed it into the open, sending out her Arcanine.

The capsule opened with a click and the Pokemon was released. It sensed its trainer’s condition almost instantaneously, nervously rubbing its nose against Akari’s limp frame. She was unaware she was even slipping into unconsciousness as she stood there, lifted onto her partner’s back gently. She fought against her own faltering reserve to keep her eyes open and focused, but it was proving difficult each time she tried; she just couldn’t push herself any further.

Her fingers tightened against the rough, jagged fur of her Arcanine's neck, trying not to slip off. Electivire eyed the two cautiously, preparing an attack just in case they decided to strike. Akari straightened herself and pointed at the Pokemon, directing Arcanine to attack. The Pokemon nodded and opened its jaws, cloaking them in a billowing blaze. It launched forward without hesitation, aiming for a Fire Fang. Electivire dodged the strike and reeled its fist back, electricity dancing along its fingertips; a Thunder Punch was imminent.
 
press conferance to anounce that stark industries is extending to the kanto region.
press conference sabotaged and exploded.
tony stark kidnapped by team rocket
Tony stark agrees to make weapon for team rocket
Tony stark finds information about the suit team rocket used to limit mew two's powers
build a modified mew two suit instead
escapes from team rocket
becomes known as iron mon after people described him as a mysterious iron pokemon
 
"Calm down, calm down. We're not going to arrest you or anything; that's not even in our jurisdiction. Thanks for the information though."
 
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