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Magical Marvel: The Rise of Arthur Hayes : Ch. 201
🕑 Added 2025-11-21 20:31:01 +0000 UTCChapter 201: The Spark of Iron
March 12, 2009, 2:00 AM - Somewhere in the Afghan Desert
The desert night was cold and silent, broken only by the occasional whisper of wind across sand dunes. From above, there was nothing - just endless waves of sand and rock formations that had stood unchanged for millennia. Even the most advanced satellite imagery would show nothing but barren terrain.
But beneath that deliberate illusion of emptiness, hidden under camouflage netting and swallowed by a natural cave system, sat one of the bases of a Ten Rings’ terrorist cell.
Inside the main chamber of the compound, a single television screen cast flickering light across sleeping forms. Guards dozed at their posts, AK-47s loose in their laps. The footage on the screen showed a simple prison cell - two beds, bare walls, and a car battery connected by cables to one of the occupants.
Fzzzt.
The screen glitched. Static rolled across the image for a fraction of a second.
The guard didn't stir. No one noticed.
—
Inside the prison cell, the air shimmered and parted.
Arthur Hayes stepped out of invisibility without a sound, his shoes silent against the grit-covered floor. He glanced up at the security camera in the corner, its red indicator blinking in a steady rhythm.
"Thank you for taking care of the cameras, Eve," Arthur whispered.
"You are welcome, Master," Eve's voice responded directly in his ear. "All surveillance systems are displaying looped footage.”
Arthur scanned the cramped cave room.
In one corner, an elderly man stirred on his cot - Ho Yinsen, brilliant scientist and surgeon. The man's body had learned the hard lesson of light sleep in dangerous places; even Arthur's near-silent appearance had begun to wake him.
With a simple flick of his fingers, a thin thread of red light drifted toward Yinsen. His tense breathing eased instantly, settling into the first true sleep he’d had in months.
Then Arthur turned to the room's other occupant.
Tony Stark.
Tony looked as if death had taken a swing at him and narrowly missed. Bandages covered most of his torso, stained with blood both old and new. His face, usually animated with arrogance or humor, was slack and pale. Beside him sat the car battery, wires snaking beneath the bandages to the makeshift electromagnet keeping him alive. It was both pitiful and, right now, the single most important piece of tech on Earth.
“You really cut it close this time, didn’t you?” Arthur murmured as he stepped to Tony’s side.
He had been shadowing Tony since the moment the private jet touched down on Afghan soil.
Arthur knew the canon. He knew Tony was going to survive, become Iron Man, and become a superhero. But Arthur also knew that his own existence in this world was a variable. He had changed so much already and he couldn't risk the Butterfly Effect killing one of the very few friends he had in this world.
So, he had watched.
He had watched from the Mirror Dimension as Tony proudly showcased the Jericho missile, the dust kicking up around his expensive suit. He had watched him climb into the "Fun-Vee," joking with the soldiers, completely oblivious to the crosshairs on his back.
And he had watched the ambush.
It had been brutal. The first vehicle evaporated in a burst of fire. The gunfire tearing through the convoy. Soldiers died where they fell. Tony scrambled for cover, panicked, desperately calling for help.
The first sign of Fate’s hand was the bullets. Hundreds of rounds fired, yet not one struck Tony directly.
The second sign was the cruelest irony of all. A missile landing feet from Tony’s face. The logo STARK INDUSTRIES staring back at him. The explosion.
By all rights, the shrapnel should have killed him. It should have shredded his heart instantly. But it didn’t.
The third miracle came after he passed out. The Ten Rings took him prisoner. Into this cave. Into this cell. Where Ho Yinsen happened to be.
If Yinsen had been just a scientist, Tony would have bled out. If Yinsen had been just a surgeon, he wouldn't have known how to build the electromagnet to keep the sharpnels away from Tony’s heart. Fate had placed the one man in the world who was both, right here in this cell.
Arthur had watched, holding his breath, as Yinsen worked with car batteries and rusted tools to save Tony’s life. If the situation weren't so dire, Arthur might have laughed at the absurdity of it - a billionaire powered by a 12-volt battery.
But it had worked and Tony had survived.
—
“The universe really wants you to become Iron Man,” Arthur whispered.
He placed his palm gently over Tony’s chest, careful not to disturb the crude electromagnet keeping the shrapnel at bay.
"I can't take you home, Tony," Arthur whispered. "Everything you're about to face… it shapes the man you’re meant to become. Without that, there might be no Iron Man at all. I can’t let this world lose that. But I promise you this - I’ll see to it that you come out of it with minimal harm."
Soft white light flowed from Arthur’s hand, spreading across Tony’s body. It sank through the bandages, rooting out infection, mending torn flesh, repairing the internal damage Yinsen had been forced to leave untouched. It burned away bacteria and bolstered Tony’s weakened immune system.
The fever that had been radiating from Tony broke instantly. His breathing deepened, shifting from ragged gasps to a steady rhythm.
But the shrapnel stayed exactly where it was - the lesson Tony needed, the push he required to build the arc reactor. Maybe one day, once Tony learned about his wizard side, Arthur could remove it entirely.
After adding a few monitoring and protective charms, Arthur stepped back.
He couldn’t stay. The next three months were Tony’s to endure.
"See you on the other side, Iron Man," Arthur said quietly.
Then he was gone, vanishing between one heartbeat and the next.
The cameras flickered back to their normal feed, showing nothing but two sleeping men in a cave, waiting for dawn… and the horrors it would bring.
—
Two Days Later – New York
Arthur stood in his study, phone pressed to his ear.
"Arthur, are you absolutely certain about maintaining our position?" Daniel asked, tension clear in his voice. “Stark Industries is up twelve percent since the Jericho demonstration. If this continues, we’re staring at major losses. Our short position—”
"Why so many questions, Daniel?" Arthur interrupted calmly, swirling the coffee in his mug. "You know my methods. Nothing will happen to our position."
"But the market is responding incredibly positively to the missile test. Every analyst is—"
“The market,” Arthur said evenly, “doesn’t have all the information yet.”
There was a beat of silence. “What’s going to happen? Will the missile fail? Is there a defect? Some scandal incoming?”
“Something has already happened,” Arthur said quietly. “The world just hasn’t heard about it yet.”
“What?” Daniel hesitated. “Arthur… what do you know?”
Arthur’s gaze shifted to the television mounted on the wall. The financial news program he’d been watching abruptly cut away. A flashing BREAKING NEWS banner filled the screen.
"Just watch the TV, Daniel."
"I am, I don't see—wait."
On the screen, a somber news anchor appeared.
“We have received confirmed reports from the U.S. military. The convoy carrying billionaire industrialist Tony Stark was ambushed in Kunar Province forty-eight hours ago. Mr. Stark is currently listed as missing in action…”
The line went dead silent. The only sound was the heavy breathing on the other end.
"My god," Daniel whispered. "Arthur... is Tony Stark safe?"
“Yes,” Arthur replied. His voice was absolute. “He’s alive. He will survive this. Maintain our short position until I say otherwise.”
“Understood,” Daniel murmured. “What else?”
“Compile a list of every major shareholder in Stark Industries. I want full profiles - financials, crisis tendencies, likely reactions. Everything. There will be many shifts in the coming months, and when the dust settles, I intend to be the largest shareholder after Tony.”
Daniel’s incredulity seeped through the phone. “But you’ve always avoided defense companies. You told me investing in weapons manufacturers was—”
“That was before,” Arthur interrupted. “When Tony returns, Stark Industries won’t be a weapons manufacturer anymore. Trust me.”
"If you say so," Daniel said. "You're the boss."
"I've got to go," Arthur said, seeing another call waiting. "I have another call."
He switched lines. "Eileen."
"I just saw the news," Eileen’s voice was trembling. She was calling from her office at A.I.M. "Arthur... Tony."
"I know," Arthur said gently. "I know."
"You knew," she corrected, her voice hardening slightly. "Arthur, you knew this was going to happen. Why aren't you there? Why didn't you save him?"
Arthur sighed, sitting down on the edge of his desk. She deserved as much of the truth as she could handle.
"I visited him, Eileen. Two nights ago."
“You… you left him there?” Her horror was palpable. “Arthur, he’s our friend! He has no magic. He’s alone out there with terrorists!”
“He needs to be there,” Arthur said heavily. “This is fate, Eileen. I interfere with fate as little as possible—because even I don’t always know the consequences of altering it. But there is no reason to worry. Nothing will happen to him. He will come out of this stronger. Better. Grown.”
“That’s cruel, Arthur. I don’t want you turning into that manipulative Headmaster you told me about.”
“This is different,” Arthur insisted. “I didn’t cause this. I’m simply choosing not to meddle with the path laid out for him.”
"But what if he dies?"
"He won't," Arthur assured her. "I placed my own charms on him. I am monitoring him right now. If anything truly bad is happening - if he is on the verge of death - I will swoop right in and save him. I won't let him die. But I have to let him find his own way out."
Eileen went quiet for a long moment. She didn’t like it—but she trusted Arthur’s judgment.
“Just… bring him home eventually,” she whispered.
"I promise."
He hung up. Before he could set the phone down, the door to his study burst open.
Elena sprinted in, tears streaking down her cheeks, clutching her tablet.
“Daddy!” she sobbed, running into his arms. “The TV says Uncle Tony is lost! Bad men took him!”
Arthur lifted her into his lap, wiping her tears away.
“Shh. It’s okay,” he murmured. “The news doesn’t know everything.”
“Is he gone?” she sniffled.
“No,” Arthur said firmly. “Uncle Tony is on a… very hard adventure. He got lost. But remember how smart he is?”
Elena nodded hesitantly.
“He’s going to build something amazing to get back home,” Arthur said. “He’ll be okay.”
Arthur spent the next twenty minutes calming her down before his phone chimed. A video call request.
Wanda and Pietro appeared, both looking worried.
“We just heard about Stark,” Pietro said. “Is he—”
“Captured,” Arthur confirmed. “Terrorists. I didn’t expect you two to care this much.”
“He doesn’t deserve to die,” Wanda said quietly. “He’s arrogant, but… not evil. Arthur, tell us he’ll live.”
“He’s alive,” Arthur said. “And he will return. When he does… he won’t be the same man who made the bomb that hit Sokovia. He will be a hero.”
Pietro looked skeptical, but Wanda nodded slowly. "We trust you, Arthur."
They spoke a little longer before ending the call. The rest of the day moved in a tense, suffocating haze. Evening settled before the phone rang again.
Pepper Potts.
Arthur stared at the screen for a second before answering.
"Mr. Hayes?"
Her voice was barely a whisper. Shattered.
"I'm here, "
"Mr. Hayes." Her voice was barely controlled panic. "I don't know who else to call. The military won't tell me anything. Rhodey's being stonewalled by his superiors. They're saying Tony might be dead, but they can't confirm anything and I just—" She broke off, taking a shuddering breath.
“Miss Potts. Pepper,” Arthur said firmly. “Listen to me. Tony is alive.”
The silence that followed was sharp, desperate. “How… how do you know?”
“I have sources,” Arthur said steadily. “Sources that see what the military can’t. I checked. He’s alive. He’s hurt—but alive.”
"Oh god," she wept. "Oh god, thank you."
"He's holding on," Arthur continued. "He is fighting. He will return soon, Pepper. I promise you."
"Thank you," she whispered. "I needed to hear that."
Arthur ended the call and rested the phone on his desk. Outside his window, the lights of New York glimmered - millions of people moving through their lives, unaware that in a dim cave halfway across the world, the age of heroes was being forged in fire.
Comments
FujieTheDwarf
i think how hayes handles the revelation that he could have saved tony and the soldiers is going to make or break the driendship going forward
Kenadams
I think Tony is gonna have a very bad reaction to Arthur not helping him when he finds out the truth
hector lyng
It's truly heartbreaking to know your fate and do nothing to change it. Even Arthur has sympathy for Tony; he struggles too, but he tries to see that things will get better.
