Jake Anderson has realized something, Tony Stark was kidnapped for three months and has returned a while ago, in fact his Stark Expo is has already passed quite soon ago. This tidbit of info has confused Jake Anderson, at first, he thought he was in a universe similar to 616 but starting out at the beginning.
But also another thing, he's realized he's gained more abilities, it seems as if he's evolving...
But now it seems to be an MCU mix mash, or what he likes call, Fanfic Marvel. One that follows a changed MCU timeline with other factors added in, mutants, Fantastic Four, etc.
He believes the timeline he is in is like one of those. Now what does this spell for him? Absolute disaster unknown, he doesn't know if Thanos is the biggest threat or the Phoenix is going to crash out and try to obliterate the planet.
Or if Secret Wars are going to happen, dear lord, if the Beyonder shows up he's beyond fucked. Though that entails he survives long enough to get to that moment.
'Snap out of the existential crisis that you could be snapped out of existent, you're planet is going to be burned to ashes, or an eldritch horror baby forces you to battle other superhuman beings across the multiverse or something.' Was what Jake thought, and what caused him to semi regain himself.
Deciding to check the news channel he notices Gulmira villagers are on the news, 'I swear I saw this somewhere before.' Jake thought, and then that gave him a extremely good idea.
'If I go there, I could get more subscribers, I already have 132 subscribers, so maybe for my 100-subscriber goal I could do a livestream of the area.' Jake has just come up with his negative 85 iq plan.
...
The livestream begins with a sharp, sudden cut—Jake standing in the middle of a dust-covered alley, scarf pulled over his lower face, surveying his surroundings with a mix of excitement and tension.
"Alright, chat—we're officially in Gulmira, Afghanistan. If you don't know, this place is currently getting wrecked by warlords and their goons, who, fun fact, are extremely violent. Which makes this a terrible idea, but hey—content."
The camera tilts slowly, revealing the scene beyond the alley—burning wreckage, warlord soldiers marching through ruined streets, villagers running for cover. The distant rumble of explosions hums through the air, accompanied by quick bursts of gunfire. A military truck rolls past, the tires kicking up dry sand.
"So, the game plan? Help the locals, don't die, and hopefully, nobody launches a rocket at me."
...
Jake shifts position, crouching behind rubble, camera steady as he watches a group of five warlord troops standing near a broken-down vehicle. They're speaking loudly, weapons slung over their shoulders.
"Okay chat, I got the translator ready."
"These guys? Not great people. The villagers need supplies, and these guys have enough gear and supplies to run a small army. So, obviously, we're gonna take their stuff."
[WarlordSlayer420 ]: STEALTH MODE? NAH
[Don'tDoItJake ]: Bro, just teleport and take their ammo and you're good
[RichDudeYT ]: $50 Donation – 'Dropkick the first guy you see.'
"Alright. Dropkick it is."
Jake moves fast—low sprint across the sand, closing the gap before the first soldier even realizes he's there. At the last second, he slides forward, momentum carrying him into an upward kick that slams directly into the soldier's gut. The impact lifts the man off his feet, sending him crashing into the side of the truck.
"That's one. and we're counting that as a dropkick because we have to be semi-stealthy."
The second soldier reacts instantly, swinging up his rifle—but Jake grabs the barrel mid-motion, twisting hard to send the soldier stumbling. Before the man can recover, Jake drives his fist into his jaw with brutal precision. The crunch is audible.
"Yeah, that's a concussion."
The third soldier raises his weapon—but Jake's fingers swipe through empty air, activating his GUI. His eyes flicker blue for a second—the rifle trigger deletes itself from existence.
"Buddy, I got admin access. You don't."
[WarlordSlayer420 ]: You could have done this all this time? Delete one of them from existence NOW!
[BroYoureBeingTracked ]: Jake don't reveal anything that allows them to track you and cover your face more.
The soldier attempts to click a trigger that no longer exists—nothing happens. He stares in panic for half a second before Jake punches him in the throat.
The remaining soldiers bolt, realizing they're outmatched.
"Aaand, they're running."
Jake barely has time to process the gunfire from deeper inside the city—then a sound of metal against metal revibrates throughout the area. The air distorts slightly, heat waves rippling through the wind.
"Okay, chat, something massive just happened—hold on—"
The camera snaps upward, catching a high-speed red-and-gold blur cutting through the atmosphere. Thrusters ignite, sending waves of heat downward.
"Uh. Guys? We've got company."
Iron Man descends into Gulmira—his landing impact kicking up debris as missiles fire mid-motion, hitting enemy vehicles with pinpoint accuracy.
One warlord truck explodes instantly, sending wreckage flying as Jake instinctively dives behind cover. His breathing is heavy as the explosion rattles the ground.
"Ladies and gentlemen—a man of Iron is officially in the chat."
The scene transitions into pure cinema—Stark moves with practiced efficiency, repulsors firing, armored gauntlets crushing rifles, quick dodges avoiding incoming gunfire.
"Yo, chat, this is a movie happening in real time."
[WarlordSlayer420 ]: BRO GET CLOSER
[RichDudeYT ]: $100 Donation – 'Go ask him for an interview mid-battle.'
[Don'tDoItJake ]: HE'LL KILL YOU
"Terrible idea. So let's do it."
Jake moves fast—navigating the battlefield, dodging stray bullets barley, slipping between wreckage until he's close enough to Stark to actually shout.
"Yo, Iron Dude! Quick interview?"
The footage catches Stark mid-motion, gripping a soldier by the throat and hurling him into rubble.
Iron Man stops. Helmet shifts toward Jake.
"Are you insane?"
"Little bit. How's the fight going?"
"I'm handling it. What—are you filming this?"
"Livestream, actually."
Tony Stark pauses. Processing.
"You—okay. You're monetizing this."
"Absolutely. I got bills to pay man."
"That's—insanely irresponsible."
"You're kinda carrying the views right now, though."
Stark stares again. Then shakes his head.
"Alright. Just don't die."
"Alright, chat, Iron Dude handled most of the soldiers, so let's finish this stream with viewer dares."
After looking at the sheer number of users saying throw a grenade into a tank he begins to question what happened to his racist comments about him being a mutant.
"Chat, y'all have issues."
[RichDudeYT ]: $200 Donation – 'Bet you won't throw a grenade into that tank.'
[WarlordSlayer420 ]: DO IT
[Don'tDoItJake ]: YOU WON'T
[BroYoureBeingTracked ]: Now you're actually just committing MANSLAUGHTER!
"Fine. You maniacs."
Jake grabs a live grenade, flicks the pin, launches it into an abandoned warlord tank. A brief pause—then a loud explosion sends metal debris flying upward.
"That was probably illegal in ten countries."
...
"Alright, chat—ruining someone's entire bloodline in four words."
Jake turns—spots a surviving soldier, struggling to reload his weapon. He leans into frame.
"Hey, your mom's mid."
Immediate reaction. The soldier **stiffens, grips his rifle—*anger flashing through his expression.
"Chat. I am so dead."
Jake takes off instantly, parkouring over debris, dodging wild gunfire, bolting for cover as bullets kick up dirt behind him.
"Mission success. Zero regrets."
...
"Alright, stream's been insane—Iron Man did his thing, y'all got your dares, and I'm not dead."
"Time to leave."
The final shot of the camera—Jake sprinting toward cover, activating his teleportation, flickering out of Gulmira.
The next frame—his apartment. Silence. He drops onto the couch, staring at the screen.
"That was the dumbest thing I've ever done. Now remember to like, comment, subscribe."
Video cuts to black.