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Magical Marvel: The Rise of Arthur Hayes : Ch. 200
🕑 Added 2025-11-19 21:15:14 +0000 UTCChapter 200: The Need for Speed
January 12, 2009, Silverstone Circuit
The roar was deafening, a visceral scream of high-performance engines that tore through the cold English air.
Two Formula One cars tore down the iconic track at speeds that would make an ordinary man faint. One was a sleek, matte black machine adorned with subtle Phoenix Group branding; the other blazed a garish metallic hot-rod red with gold trim, loud and unapologetically Stark.
There were no other cars on the track. No marshals waving flags. Just two men with too much money, too much ego, and a need to prove a point.
Inside the black cockpit, Arthur Hayes gripped the wheel with relaxed precision.
"You're lagging, Stark," Arthur said into the comms, his voice cool.
"Lagging? I'm pacing myself," Tony Stark’s voice crackled back, sounding affronted. "And for the record, I still think this location is a mistake. We should be in Monaco. The yacht, the harbor, the glamour… the audience."
"And shut down the city for a day just to bruise your ego?" Arthur retorted, shifting gears as he blasted out of Chapel Curve. "Silverstone is a driver's track. Besides, it’s damp and miserable. Keeps you honest."
“Lies. You just wanted home-field advantage,” Tony shot back.
Arthur's response was immediate. "This is literally my first time driving here, Stark. But please, keep building your excuse portfolio. You'll need it."
"The only thing I'll need is a photographer to capture your face when I cross the finish line first," Tony replied, his confidence unshaken.
"Dreams are free, I suppose," Arthur murmured, allowing himself a small smile behind his helmet visor.
When Arthur had first witnessed Tony's driving during their initial race years ago, he'd been genuinely impressed - perhaps even slightly worried. The man was a chaotic mess in his personal life, but behind a wheel, his genius translated into terrifyingly precise reflexes.
Arthur, unwilling to ever settle for second place, had spent weeks secretly training, determined to always keep the flawless record. Now, combined with his enhanced abilities, he wasn’t just on par with professional racers - he surpassed them.
—
In the VIP viewing area overlooking the main straight, the atmosphere was considerably warmer, both literally and figuratively, than the bitter wind whipping across the track.
"Look at them," Pepper Potts sighed, clutching a flute of champagne. "Two billionaires, geniuses of their respective fields, behaving like teenagers with expensive toys."
“Boys will be boys,” Eileen Hayes said with a warm laugh. “Though you have to admit, watching them is rather thrilling."
“They’re really good,” Pepper conceded. “But racing at those speeds? It’s dangerous.”
“No need to worry,” Eileen replied confidently. “Nothing will happen.” She trusted her husband’s abilities completely; Arthur would never let danger come near anyone he cared about.
"Go, Daddy! Go faster!" Elena shouted.
One-year-old Tristan, perched in Winky's arms, clapped his little hands together. "Fast! Fast!"
Wanda stood slightly apart from the group, her arms folded as she watched the track with quiet intensity. Her brother Pietro was busy elsewhere, but she'd taken some time off to watch Stark lose to Arthur again.
Wanda didn't hate Tony with the fire of a vendetta as in the canon, Arthur had taught her better than that, but she found his casual arrogance regarding war… distasteful.
"Mr. Stark is very fast today," Happy Hogan noted loyally, though he looked nervous. "He will win and surprise everyone.”
Winky's expression became distinctly offended at the suggestion. “Master Arthur will win no matter what surprise Mr. Stark has.”
—
Back on the track, the cars ran neck and neck.
"Is that all, Stark?" Arthur's voice crackled through the intercom linking their helmets. "When you pestered me for weeks about this race, I expected something special. This is just the usual. I'm going to win soon."
Tony's laugh came through sharp and confident. "Don't be too confident, Hayes. The race has only just started. I was warming up the engines." A pause. "But before we get to the real race, do you want to make a wager?"
"Not interested. I already have more money than I can spend in multiple lifetimes."
"Not money," Tony replied, and Arthur could practically hear the smirk. "The loser has to rent the biggest billboard in Times Square. They have to put up a picture of themselves, chosen by the winner, with the caption 'I am a loser' for twenty-four hours. No taking it down. No hacking the system to delete it."
Arthur laughed. "So confident. What have you done to your car, Tony? Why are you suddenly so brave?"
“What’s wrong, Hayes? Scared?”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “Not even slightly. I accept. Be ready to be the laughingstock of the world. Don't go crying to JARVIS to scrub the internet later."
"You too, Hayes.” Tony shot back. “No behind-the-scenes play later like cutting power or filling other billboards with my embarrassing images to shift attention."
“Fair enough. I don’t need tricks. I’m going to win.”
“Good,” Tony said, excitement dripping from every word. “Because the real race begins now.”
Arthur heard a mechanical whir through the intercom, followed by a series of clicks and hums. In his mirrors, he watched Tony's car begin to transform.
Panels folded and slid into new positions. The aerodynamic profile sharpened until the entire chassis looked less like a Formula One car and more like a fighter jet pretending to have wheels. The tire walls peeled back, revealing gleaming treads made of some material that definitely wasn’t street-legal.
The engine note changed from a scream to a high-pitched turbine whine.
“See you later, alligator!” Tony whooped.
The red car shot forward with impossible acceleration, physics bending just enough to be insulting. In seconds it overtook Arthur, then blasted ahead, widening the gap by fifty meters as if the track had suddenly turned into a runway.
"Stark!" Arthur shouted. "That is cheating! Your car is non-compliant with every regulation in existence!"
“When,” Tony cackled maniacally, “did we agree to FIA regulations? We agreed to race! Enjoy losing, Hayes!”
Arthur could only watch as the red blur tore away. Even with enhanced reflexes, perfect control, and years of training, there was no catching a machine like that. Physics was physics. And the gap widened with every corner, every straight.
—
In the viewing area, Elena’s face crumpled. “Daddy’s losing!”
“Stark modified his car,” Wanda observed, her tone cool and disapproving. “That’s not fair.”
Pepper sighed. “That sounds exactly like something Tony would do.”
Eileen merely smiled into her tea, completely unbothered.
—
Down on the track, Arthur glanced toward the viewing deck as he shot down the straight. He spotted Elena jumping up and down, Eileen watching with calm faith.
There was absolutely no way - no way - he was losing to Tony Stark in front of his children.
“Well,” Arthur muttered, the air around him starting to hum. “If you want to cheat, Tony… then I have no qualms either.”
He reached out with his magic, letting it flow invisibly over the car like water. A subtle reduction charm on air resistance, making the air itself part around his vehicle. Friction-nullification on the tires, letting them grip the track while sliding through space. A mild gravitational anchor to keep the car grounded at the speeds he was about to unlock.
The spells were invisible, undetectable, woven seamlessly into reality. To any observer, including JARVIS, Arthur's vehicle remained completely, boringly stock.
But the laws of physics had just become… negotiable.
“Are you ready, Stark?” Arthur asked, voice maddeningly calm.
“What?” Tony shouted over the comms. “I can’t hear you over the sound of me winning!”
Arthur floored the pedal.
The black car didn't just accelerate; it launched. It tore down the track with speed no combustion engine had any business producing.
Tony checked his rearview mirror and screamed. "WHAT THE HELL?"
Arthur’s car shot past him like he was parked on the track, reclaiming the lead with almost insulting ease.
"How?" Tony demanded through the intercom.
"You're the genius, Stark," Arthur replied cheerfully. "Figure it out."
Tony pushed his machine to its absolute limit, but it wasn’t enough. Arthur pulled farther and farther ahead until he crossed the finish line a full five minutes before Tony.
By the time Tony pulled into the pit lane and climbed out of his car, Arthur was already leaning against his own vehicle, helmet off, looking annoyingly fresh.
"I have the picture ready," Arthur said as Tony stormed over, ripping his helmet off to reveal sweaty, matted hair. "I hope you're ready to hide in your Malibu mansion for a week."
Tony pulled off his helmet, his hair sticking up in every direction, his expression caught between frustration and genuine confusion. “I know you cheated. And I’m going to figure out how. JARVIS will uncover it. Just wait.”
“Well, you’ll still have to honor our wager,” Arthur reminded him lightly. “I expect the billboard up this Sunday. Best day for maximum humiliation.”
“You definitely did something to that car,” Tony insisted. “I’ll find it. I know—”
“Proof or it didn’t happen, Stark.”
Their bickering continued as they made their way toward the pit area, trading increasingly creative insults that held no real venom - just the familiar spark between two rivals who'd found in each other a worthy opponent.
—
Their families intercepted them at the edge of the pit lane.
Elena launched herself at Arthur’s legs with the force of a small missile. “I knew you’d win, Daddy! You’re the fastest everything!”
“Only because your dad is a dirty cheater,” Tony grumbled, accepting a water bottle from Pepper.
Wanda, standing quietly beside Eileen, spoke up. “I don’t think so, Mr. Stark. You used your abilities to gain an advantage. Arthur used his. That seems fair to me.”
Tony opened his mouth to retort, glanced at Wanda, and promptly shut it. His bravado deflated a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. He always got awkward around her—guilt had a way of doing that, especially guilt tied to weapons that had destroyed her home and nearly her life.
"Right," Tony muttered. "Okay. Fine. I accept defeat. But I know you cheated, Hayes.”
"One cheater to another," Arthur agreed with a shrug.
As the adrenaline faded, the mood shifted. Tony walked over to a side table for a towel, his expression growing more serious.
“By the way, Wanda,” he said, “I wanted you to know—I tracked down how Stark weapons ended up in the wrong hands. Sales logs, shell companies, the whole pipeline. I’m going to make sure it never happens again.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Finally ready to deal with your Uncle Obadiah? That's a dangerous game, Tony. He won't go quietly."
Tony's head snapped toward Arthur. "How do you know?"
"I have my sources," Arthur said calmly. "Did you think it was luck that grew Phoenix Group to where it is now? I know many things, Stark. Information is power, and I collect both."
"Of course you do," Tony muttered.
"But I'm impressed," Arthur continued. "You've finally decided to do something about it. Someone has grown up." He paused. "When I tried to put some sense into you all those years ago in Bern, you didn't budge."
“Well, back then I hadn’t seen the full extent of what my weapons were doing,” Tony replied, jaw tightening. “The destroyed villages. The families. Children—” He stopped, visibly uncomfortable. “I’ve seen the real footage now. I can’t unsee it.”
“Well,” Arthur said quietly, “on behalf of every innocent villager affected, I thank you.”
"Uncle Tony is not a bad man," Elena piped up, breaking the heavy tension. "He's just loud."
Tony let out a startled laugh. "Thank you, Princess. You're the only one who gets me." He clapped his hands. "Do you want to come back to my place? Pepper had all your favorite desserts prepared, and I had a special gaming room built just for when you visit."
"No kidnapping my daughter, Stark," Arthur said immediately. "If you want a kid to spoil, make your own. I'm sure Pepper will be happy to help with that project."
Pepper, who'd been chatting with Eileen nearby, froze. Her face turned bright red.
"Arthur!" Eileen scolded, swatting his arm. "Don't meddle in their personal affairs."
"I'm not meddling, I'm stating obvious facts," Arthur said innocently. "They clearly like each other. Otherwise, Pepper would have quit years ago and found a less infuriating boss. And Tony's getting old—if he waits much longer, he might not be able to have kids at all."
"Hey!" Tony protested. "First, none of your business. Second, I'm perfectly healthy. Even if I'm eighty, I could still have my own kid."
"Then stop trying to steal my daughter."
“I won’t,” Tony said with a grin.
Their bickering continued as the group made their way toward Tony's ostentatious private jet, the Stark Industries logo gleaming in the winter sun.
—
Later, cruising at forty thousand feet above the Atlantic, the atmosphere had mellowed into something approaching peace.
Elena and Tristan had been given a tablet with games to keep them occupied, while Winky dozed in a corner seat. Winky disliked flying in Muggle planes, but she bore it for appearances around Stark.
Wanda read a book quietly, and Happy snored softly near the front of the cabin.
Arthur leaned back in a plush leather seat, swirling a glass of whiskey. "Well, Tony, I'm going to use the intel you gave me about Obadiah to make some aggressive market plays. Don't be surprised when Stark Industries takes a nosedive."
"Isn't that insider trading?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe," Arthur admitted effortlessly. "I don't really know, and I definitely don't care. The SEC doesn't have the courage to sue me."
"Do what you want," Tony said, staring into his drink. "But be warned. I'm heading to Afghanistan soon. I'm doing a demonstration of the new Jericho missile. It's… impressive. I expect the shares to spike before any Obadiah-related drama."
Arthur's expression became carefully neutral. This was it. The moment that would transform Tony Stark into Iron Man. The events that would burn away the merchant of death and forge a hero.
His expression darkened. “No worries. I never lose bets against the market.” He paused. “But Tony… Afghanistan can be dangerous.”
Tony glanced up, surprised by the sudden seriousness in Arthur's tone. “I’ll be fine. Rhodey’s handling security. Nothing can touch me.”
Arthur held his gaze for a second longer than was comfortable. He knew exactly what was waiting for Tony on his trip. But he also knew he couldn't interfere. Tony needed to walk through that fire to become who he was meant to be.
"Just... stay alive, Stark," Arthur said finally, the words heavy with meaning Tony couldn't understand.
Tony studied him, puzzled by the sudden gravity, then shrugged it off with his trademark smirk. "Please. I'm too rich to die. Death can't afford me."
Arthur turned back to the window, watching the sun set over the ocean, knowing that the next time he saw Tony Stark, the man would be forever changed.
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Congratulations on reaching 200 chapters.
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