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Chapter 1: Start of an Arc

Powerful rock music poured out of the pair of mini-speakers wirelessly linked to Jaune Arc's Arc Industries Scroll as the humvee bounced along the rough road outside Vacuo. He was banging his head to the music, hamming it up for the Atlasian soldiers riding in the compartment with him.

Right beside him, his secrat—personal assis-reason he wasn't dead, broke and dead broke, Pyrrha Nikos, was working on her own Scroll—actual work in this case; taking care of their travel arrangements home once the demonstration of the newest Arc Industries weapon system was over. She caught some of Jaune's act out of the corner of her eye and smiled fondly. He was such a big kid.

"Sir, can I ask a question?" one of the Atlasian soldiers raised his hand.

Jaune stopped his headbanging and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure, go for it. Always happy to do anything for the troops!"

The soldier smirked a little. "Is it true you went zero for twelve with last year's Weapons Magazine centerfolds?"

Some of the steam clearly leaking out of his bravado, Jaune looked away out the window with a bitter expression. "Thirteen."

"Excuse me?" asked the soldier, who clearly knew the story and was having fun being able to take one of Remnant's richest, most famous celebrities down a peg by way of his most glaring weakness: his utter and well-publicized ineptitude with the fairer sex.

Jaune turned to face him with what Pyrrha liked to call his grumpy face. He thought it looked intimidating, but it just looked adorable. "It was zero for thirteen. March was twins, okay?" When the soldiers all laughed, Jaune snapped a little bit. "Oh come on! I revolutionized the Hunting industry! Instead of having people running around out here going hand-to-claw with the Grimm, they can wipe out hundreds of high-level Grimm with the push of a button, doesn't that get me some resp—"

It was about that time that the lead truck in their convoy exploded.

The two civilians ducked and covered while the soldiers' training kicked in.

"That's not Grimm," said one of them whose statement was confirmed by the sound of automatic weapons and the patter of fire against the side of the humvee.

"Contact left!" Someone shouted. Before the humvee was done stopping, four of the five soldiers with them leapt out. "Stay with them!" one of them ordered the fifth. He only got a few steps away before a booming shot blew a hole in his chest and out his back, spraying blood across the side of the vehicle.

Jaune watched the man collapse in horror. That had been a Dust round. Someone out there was using Hunter-level equipment. The soldier's armor hadn't stood a chance. More booms followed and more Atlasian soldiers went down.

The soldier left with them, a woman Jaune had tried to flirt with the moment they got in, eyed the two and then her struggling comrades. "Stay here." She said, moving toward the door.

"D-don't go." Jaune said, knowing there was nothing she could do. Beside him, Pyrrha echoed his sentiment. There was no use. With one last, desperate glance toward the pair, the solider made her choice and pushed her way out of the door in an effort to save some of her brothers and sisters in arms. She only made it a few steps before a Dust shot broke her helmet in half.

Unable to tear his eyes off the gristly sight, Jaune suddenly felt a tug on his arm. Pyrrha.

"We have to get out of here," she informed him as more shots hit the side of the humvee. Some of them were Dust rounds and made the whole thing shake.

"I-I agree." All Jaune could do was allow her to pull him out the opposite side of the humvee, away from where all the soldiers had gone. They kept low, Pyrrha leading them away from the stalled and under fire convoy and toward some rocks jutting up from the ground on the side of the road.

After what felt like hours of dodging fire and stepping over downed Atlasians, the pair made it to their destination and flattened their backs against the tallest rock. While Jaune bravely hyperventilated and tried not to cry, Pyrrha pulled out her Scroll and tried to see if she could contact General Ironwood, who had been at the demonstration they'd just left.

There was a whizzing sound and a thump. When Pyrrha looked up, she saw a shell with the Arc Industries logo and the Schnee Dust Company emblem stamped on them. She gasped, bringing Jaune's attention to it.

"I—what?" Jaune actually leaned toward it and something inside the shell finally touched off. Too late, Jaune realized what was happening, but by then, the surprisingly solid weight of Pyrrha slammed into him, pushing him away just as it exploded.

Everything went white for an instant, and the gunfire and explosions were replaced with a high-pitched ringing noise. When Jaune's vision and other senses returned, the world was blurry and off-kilter. Pain blossomed in his head, suggesting he had a concussion. Blearily, he looked down to investigate the odd weight in his arms and across his lap and found flame-red hair and the dark tan blazer Pyrrha wore.

He blinked stupidly at this for a moment before he noticed he felt something else. Where his hands had closed around Pyrrha's torso, something warm and wet was starting to seep out through her blazer.

Blood.

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36 Hours Ago...

"Jaune Arc," a voice boomed over the room's sound system as a respectful audience of military and industrial movers and shakers watched a huge screen up front showing images of various magazine covers and other media featuring Jaune Arc, "Visionary wunderkin. Born in the outer villages of Vale, young Arc was the youngest man in a line of great Hunters. But Arc's fate wasn't one of a Hunter. Despite bearing the Arc family blade, Corcea Mors, Arc was rejected from his attempts to join combat schools in Haven and Beacon.

"Undaunted, Arc turned his focus to the sciences, discovering hidden genius when it came to the application of Dust. Within three years, he'd revolutionized not only the weapons industry, but changed the face of Hunting forever. With Arc Industries weaponry, vast swathes of formerly abandoned territory has been reclaimed and permanently defended with almost no Hunter or Huntress casualties.

"Remnant will never be the same thanks to the ingenuity and dedication of this great young man. And that's why for the fourth year in a row, the Remnant Society for Progress is bestowing the prestigious Innovator of the Year award to Jaune Arc!"

A spotlight panned across the tables to settle on the one reserved for the guest of honor. Where it was set for four, there were only two people present: a younger woman in her early twenties with chin-length black hair with red highlights wearing a red and black dress with, inexplicably, a hood sewn into it, and a woman in her late twenties with dark tresses down to her shoulders and blazing orange eyes.

The younger waved nervously while the older rolled her eyes and gestured for both of them to get up and make their way to the stage. The younger woman took the mic and gave the crowd a nervous grin, picking up the spire-shaped glass award statue up from its place next to the podium.

"Um... so I was supposed to present this to Jaune, but he's... he's..."

"Thank you Ruby." The older woman grabbed the mic from the girl and gave the crowd a charismatic smile. "Hello, my name is Cinder Fall, you may know me as Mr. Arc's long-time business partner. I will be accepting the award on his behalf because Jaune has been unfortunately delayed by an urgent business matter."

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"Another seven!" Jaune announced to the excited craps table as the dealer racked more chips over to his side of the board. "I am hot tonight. Up fifty thousand, let it ride!" He made eyes at a woman standing next to him, "Ladies love a winner and this guy is..."

The woman rolled her eyes and walked off.

"Oh come on! Didn't even get to finish my line." Jaune moaned before turning back to the table and picking up the dice. "Anyone want to blow on my dice? Y'know, for luck?" He waggled his brows at a waitress who apparently decided the potential tips weren't worth it and sidled away. While Jaune glared at her, he didn't notice Pyrrha raising a finger and opening her mouth to say something. Oblivious, he tossed the dice.

"Eleven! Winner!" the dealer declared.

"Yes!" crowed Jaune, "Unlucky in love, but the devil's luck with the dice, oh yeah!"

Pyrrha smiled a little at his behavior and shook her head. Before she could try and get his attention again, a familiar face stomped up and tapped Jaune on the shoulder. "Jaune!" said Ruby Rose, annoyance in every letter of his name.

"Huh? Oh, hey Ruby! Ruby Rose, everyone! Come to watch me clean out the house at craps?"

"You told me that if I was the one presenting it, you'd come and accept it." Ruby said, glaring with silver eyes.

Jaune missed the hint entirely. "And I totally will, Ruby. When is the presentation, by the way?" He grunted as Ruby shoved the statue into his hand. "Wha—oh, Ruby... I missed it? How did I miss it?"

Reddening a little, Pyrrha raised a finger. "That was probably my fault, Ruby. I warned him a few times it was time to leave the craps table, but then he started winning and he was so excited I didn't have the heart..." she trailed off.

Ruby gave her a little smile, but then glared at Jaune again. "Do not forget tomorrow."

"I would never forget tomorrow."

Not trusting him half as far as she could throw him, Ruby turned to Pyrrha. "Don't let him forget tomorrow."

"I will not allow him to forget tomorrow." the redhead promised.

For his part, Jaune gave Pyrrha a shame-faced smile and held up the statue. "Cool, another one of these." Then his eyes caught sight of something even more interesting across the way. "Hey, is that the reporter that did that spread on me a few months ago?"

"You mean the one saying Arc Industries is making profit off the worldwide threat of the Grimm? The one that accused you of being worse than the head of the Schnee Company?"

Jaune purred and started toward said reporter. "Yeah, that's her. She's cute."

Unable to help herself, Pyrrha face-palmed and followed after her employer. Someone had to be there to pick up the pieces of his ego once it was shattered yet again.

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The next morning, Jaune woke up to an empty bed as usual.

He really had no idea what it was about him that repelled women. He was rich, reasonably handsome, and—oh yeah—he was an international hero for his inventions. Plus Pyrrha told him he was smart and funny. Speaking of Pyrrha, he also came with the world's best assistant-slash-bodyguard. What more could a woman want? Actually, rephrase that, why didn't any woman seem to want that?

Groaning, he got out of bed, alerting the motion sensors of his state-of-the-art smart house that he was awake. The lights came up to a comfortable level and the curtains slid open. Holographic readouts began to display on the glass.

"Good morning sir." The house's voice was prim, proper and feminine.

"Good morning, Glynda." He said, stumbling out of bed.

"The current outdoor temperature is seventy-one degrees with twenty-percent humidity and light winds up to three miles per hour from the northeast. Arc Industries monitoring satellites indicate that the chances of a Grimm attack in the area is twelve percent."

Jaune went about his morning routine in the bathroom while the Glynda program continued apprising him of the weather, current events and listed off messages from his personal emails, texts and voice mail. Nothing was pressing.

"Miss Nikos is in the main room." Glynda concluded.

That wasn't unusual. As his assistant and bodyguard, she had a key and often stayed in one of the guest rooms. Actually, now that Jaune thought of it, he didn't remember a time in the past month or two where Pyrrha had slept at her own home. He made a note to ask if there was a problem with her place. He'd be a pretty awful boss if he ignored a problem like that strike his closest companion.

After breakfast.

"Play voice mail" He ordered the house as he made his way out to the main room, which was an open floor combination of living room, dining room and kitchen.

"First message sent at ten thirty-one pm last night: 'Hi, it's Ruby. Just leaving a message to make sure you don't forget. It's a sixteen hours flight, so you have to be out of your place at like... eight? I don't know. Anyway, bye!"

Pyrrha was sitting at the table, scroll in one hand, half-eaten plate of toast and eggs set before her. Without even looking up, she reached across the table to remove a tea towel from another plate, this one not half eaten, with the same contents. Then she pointed to the coffeemaker, which was sporting a carafe of fresh brew.

"Oh Pyrrha, you're beautiful," sighed Jaune, grabbing the entire coffee carafe and a mug to bring over to the table and completely missing Pyrrha's expression at the complement.

"Second message sent at two oh-three am: 'Hey, it's Ruby again. Just in case you missed the other message, don't forget, you need to be on your way at eight. Only doing this because you've said you missed messages before. Bye.'"

"You only have about half an hour to eat before we need to get to the airport." Pyrrha warned him, looking apologetic.

"It's not like the plane's gonna take off without me." Jaune shrugged before taking a bite of egg. Through the mouthful, he said, "By the way, which airship are we taking? Is it the one with the retractable stripper poles? It's a sixteen hour flight, you know, I've got to have my entertainment."

For once, Pyrrha was glad for his complete obliviousness as a more observant person might have noticed her shifty eyes. "I'm sorry, but that one's down for maintenance. We're taking the Bullhead."

"Aw man, come on. It's been down every time we've had a long trip. Who is running that thing so ragged all the time? It's not me. Hmm. Is it Cinder? It's Cinder isn't it?"

"I'll... look into it," Pyrrha said noncommittally. Even though the distraction the airship in question usually kept Jaune's mind off his airsickness, she thought it was best of Jaune not to try and make up for his lack of luck in love with paying women to take off their clothes. And it was her job to take care of him after all: business, body and mind.

"Third message sent at six fifteen am: 'You hours, Jaune. Pleasepleaseplease don't make this a thing where you're late and General Ironwood gets made but you're a civilian so he takes it out on me, please?'"

Jaune pouted and munched on his toast. "So Vacuo huh? They've got some hot clubs over there. Anything new and happening open up since we were there last?"

"We are really only scheduled to be there long enough for the demonstration. You have a board meeting on Thursday to get back and prepare for," warned Pyrrha. Another pout from her boss softened her expression, "Alright, maybe I can talk to Cinder on our way over and convince her to take the meeting."

When Jaune started to smile, she held up a finger, silencing him. "But. You have to finish eating and get ready so you'll actually be on time for Ruby for once. She's your friend; you should at least try to make her life easier."

"Oh, alright." Jaune sighed.

"Incoming call from: Ruby Rose. Answer?" Glynda's voice announced.

"Speaking of..." Pyrrha said with a small smile.

Jaune smirked. "Answer on the omni-mics." The house made a tone, telling him that the call had been picked up. "Hey Rubes."

"Jaune, please tell me you're getting dressed right now?"

Glancing down at his breakfast and then at Pyrrha's stern look, Jaune waffled a bit before saying, "I am getting dressed right now?"

There was a long pause before Ruby asked suspiciously, "Why did you phrase that as a question? Are you still eating breakfast?" She gasped in irritation, "Are you still in bed?!"

While Jaune sputtered, Pyrrha came to his rescue. "I promise he's not in bed and he will be at the Bullhead on time for a change."

"Thank you Pyrrha." Ruby said sweetly. "See you in a little while then!"

"See you Ruby!" Pyrrha replied as the connection was ended.

Jaune cast a mournful look at his remaining egg. "I'm... not going to get to finish breakfast, am I?"

"Nope."

"Aw, man..."

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For Pyrrha Nikos, whose professional worth was tied to how far out of danger Jaune Arc was kept, his driving should have put her teeth on edge. He was as reckless and rushed doing that as he was with everything, only in this case, it was behind the wheel of a half-ton vehicle tearing down the road from his private compound to the Vale airship landing pads.

For Pyrrha Nikos, four-time tournament champion who had expected to spend her life fighting the monsters of Grimm, it was exhilarating. The speed, the danger, the razor thin margins where reflexes made all the difference... she only wished she was the one in the driver's seat.

But the same Hunter's spirit that filled her soul was in Jaune's blood too, only driving was he only outlet for it while she at least occasionally got the chance to dropkick one of his crazed fans or White Fang terrorist out to kill him through a wall or two. So despite her own passion and better judgment, she let him drive everywhere.

Besides, he drove faster than even she would dare and they were on a deadline for Ruby.

Not ten minutes after they left home, Jaune's car came to a drifting stop, tires squealing, right at the rear loading ramp of the Bullhead. "How're we doing on time, Pyr?" Jaune asked, adjusting his sunglasses.

"Seven fifty-eight. We're actually on time. I'm so proud of you," Pyrrha teased before gathering her things.

"You still aren't on the airship!" Ruby was standing at the top of the ramp, shouting across the tarmac at them.

Jaune climbed out of the car and pulled his duffel bag out of the back seat. "We still have two minutes!"

"A minute twenty!" Ruby called back.

With that as motivation, Jaune and Pyrrha hurried aboard.

Arc Industries' company Bullhead had a custom interior built for comfort with an eye toward minimizing the owner's airsickness. The seating was mostly plush couches and wood fixtures, all secure against turbulence. There was also a full-stocked bar just for long flights like the one they were taking. Its express purpose was for Jaune to 'self medicate' himself unconscious.

Of course, not everyone agreed on his plan of action.

"You can't meet with General Ironwood drunk. Or hung over." Jaune and Pyrrha sat across from Ruby in a booth along the plane's midsection as a flight attendant offered the ladies hot towels and Jaune the five martinis he'd asked for.

"She is right, Jaune," Pyrrha added, watching her employer with concern, "This is not the healthy way to counter your affliction. Please just take the pills."

Jaune scowled and whined, "But I need them! And the pills don't work totally." He knew Pyrrha would not be moved, not unless she was outnumbered and diverted, so he turned his attention on Ruby. "Besides, it's not like the drinks would be all for me—come on Rubes, I know you turned old enough to drink on your last birthday. Why not drink with me? We can all drink together, it'll be like a little party!"

At the mention of drinking, Ruby had a brief flashback to her last birthday, or rather, waking up the morning after her last birthday party in a strange hotel room with her sister Yang asleep in the bathtub, an unconscious but not dead Ursa sprawled on the floor and the Atlasian Military Police knocking on the door.

"Um... that might not be a good idea..." She said, nervously poking two of her fingers together.

"Come on, Rubes, live a little," Jaune prodded. He gestured and one of the flight attendants brought over a clay bottle. "Maybe try a little hot sake?"

Ruby leaned forward in curiosity. "Well I almost wanted to try... But no—no, this is a bad idea, Jaune and I'm not doing it."

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Ruby slouched in the booth seat, one hand gripping the clay bottle, her cloak and hood rumpled, and the hot towel draped over her head."So my sister," she slurred, "You know my sister, right, Jauney? Yang? Yeah, you know my sister. She says..."

The first three times she'd told this story, Jaune had listened attentively. It was a pretty entertaining story about her sister getting into a brawl at a club. By now, on the fifth go around, he was just tuning her our, happily enjoying his buzz and the comfortable weight pressed against his right side.

Pyrrha, to his surprise, had turned out to be a lightweight with the booze. After just two screwdrivers (light on the vodka at her insistence), his assistant had drifted off, ending up curled up on the booth beside him, leaning heavily on his arm, her head nestled against his shoulder, both arms clutching his arm like a teddy ursa.

Maybe if he wasn't buzzed, he might have noticed that her breathing wasn't anywhere near deep enough for someone who was asleep and that she was merely enjoying her own buzz—not all of it off alcohol.

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The badlands outside Vacuo were bright, the light-colored, bare stone and sand reflected the sun almost like snow and made Jaune happy he was wearing his sunglasses. The three silver-hulls Atlasian capital ships and attendant military hardware flanking the demonstration site didn't help.

Several ranks of Atlasian soldiers stood arrayed in front of him. At their head was General Ironwood, an imposing, dark-haired man with a strong jaw and a perpetual expression of superiority that always made Jaune feel smaller whenever he had to interact with him.

Beside Arc was Ruby in her capacity as Arc Industries' military liaison. The young woman was gamely trying to conceal her hangover, swaying unsteadily on her feet, using the unfolded form of her Huntress weapon, Crescent Rose to keep the sun out of her bloodshot eyes.

Pyrrha, as always, was beside him, Scroll in hand, looking prim and attentive, ready to take notes.

For his part, Jaune was on. Every ounce of his false bravado and actual charisma were engaged. Gone now was the awkward young man that his friends knew every day. Now he was talking about the two subjects he was most passionate about: his inventions and protecting the people of Remnant.

"A wise man once said that the best weapon is the one you never have to fire."

As he spoke, he opened his own scroll and connected to the secure frequency the demonstration equipment was linked to and started tapping in commands. Behind him two aluminum trailers opened up on top and extended a pair of parabolic speaker arrays into the sky on hydraulics.

The Grimm Lure technology was probably one of his most controversial innovations. People rightly worried about the idea of devices designed to attract Grimm when the goal on everyone's mind concerning the beasts was how to drive them away.

Jaune's argument had always been that they would never be rid of the Grimm as long as some remained hibernating in the dark places of the world, waiting to arise and multiply (however Grimm reproduced) once humanity was once more off its guard. With the Grimm Lures, he could draw hordes of the creatures out of their hiding places and into range of his weapons systems—like he was right now.

There was a distant rumbling and on a forested mountain five miles away, the spaces between the trees started to visibly darken. Grimm were emerging from the eaves in their multitudes, attracted by the negative emotional wavelengths the Grimm Lures directed their way.

Beowolves, ursea, boarbatusks, and even a few deathstalkers began their long charge down the mountain, rushing headlong to destroy the suffering humanity they sensed in the distance.

"Unfortunately," Jaune continued as the Atlasians started shifting uneasily. "We live in a world infested by Grimm: creatures who hunt us with a single-minded hatred, who cannot be reasoned or negotiated with. Even though we like to say we live in a time of peace, the best I or anyone else can offer is a weapon you only have to fire once."

A few more touches to his Scroll and a third trailer opened, revealing a sleek missile three times the size of a man. In place of traditional boosters, it had a lensed Dust channel, a technology Jaune had dubbed 'repulser' technology for its ability to channel force without conveying heat, throwing things around without doing other damage.

"Ladies and gentlemen; I present for your consideration: the Jericho."

With a dramatic flair, he tapped the final icon on his Scroll, lighting off the repulser engine and sending his new weapon skyward.

The assembled personnel watched as the missile reached apogee and its body split open, launching dozens of smaller bomblets, each with their own miniature repulser that was dynamically guided as the missile's distributed sensors and computing acquired more Grimm targets and directed them for maximum impact.

A veritable rain of explosive firepower fell on the Grimm and the forest around them, Dust-powered explosions sending out shockwaves that rebounded off one another as they tore Grimm, trees and boulders alike apart until the entire mountainside became a meatgrinder.

A much smaller bow wave descended the mountain, gathering dust as it crested over Jaune and the soldiers, ruffling clothes and catching everyone in a brief, terrible wind that smelled of expended Dust and burning Grimm.

"So General, how many can I put you down for?"

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"That went well." Pyrrha chirped, sending off a quick message back to company headquarters about the fifty Jerichos Atlas wanted to order. "Though next time maybe we should position the demonstration area farther away from the blast zone."

Jaune rubbed the back of his head and chuckled as the followed their detail of soldiers over to the convoy that would take them back to Vacuo proper. The Atlasians were bugging out directly and not heading for the city and Ruby needed to hang back and meet with the General, leaving her two friends to their own devices for the evening.

"I wish I could say it was all for theatrical effect, but I honestly didn't expect the yield to be that high. We should send some surveyors up there to see if we accidentally hit a raw Dust deposit up there or something."

Pyrrha nodded and began putting that into her Scroll. "That's a good idea, and if we do find some left, it will make the Schnee Company very happy." She looked up at the devastated mountain side. "Plus, it isn't as if there are any Grimm up there anymore to antagonize the surveyors or the miners." With that,s he got Jaune moving again, back to the humvees, fully unaware of... quite a bit.

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On the steaming, dusty mountain side, the bodies of Grimm were disintegrating as their animating force abandoned their physical forms. Pyrrha was correct in surmising that the Jericho's awesome power had annihilated the Grimm on the mountain, but at the same time, the Dust-infused explosions had cracked a lava dome that dated to beck before the Great Wars and even the Grimm themselves.

And from within that crack, a faint green light emanated.

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AN: First, my apologies to everyone following my other fics who expected an entry from The Phantom Reboot, Azure Renaissance, or Mayhem in Mexico. I've been incredibly busy and stressed doing my own work over the past few months and haven't been able to work on those.

This fic is just something I had to get out because I literally just entered the RWBY fandom in January, went Arkos all the way and then... well you know. It also happened during a time I was under a TON of emotional stress and I had to engage in an act of creation to keep myself level both with my real life and a pretty shocking swerve to my fandom. It's really remarkable how much power entertainment has over us.

Anyway, in case you're all wondering, this is a fusion of the MCU Iron Man and RWBY. It's not really going to purely follow either canon as I firmly believe a fusion story should be affected by all the changes from each.

In this case, I've added the twist that while Jaune is fused with Tony Stark (which was way more difficult than I thought, merging Tony's uncaring confidence with Jaune's false bravado), the Iron Man (called Hematite here) in it will be Pyrrha who also has the Pepper role. In addition, we've got Ruby as Rhodey, which was an obvious choice, and Cinder as Staine (at least at first). I can't promise you other characters will get a pure fusion treatment or that they'll all get included from either side. There's no Happy Hogan for example, and I have yet to come up with places for Sun or Neptune.

The plot is close to MCU's Iron Man right now, but it's going to expand into multiple (heh) arcs along the way including bringing in Iron Man's classic nemesis and the greatest (read: most hilarious) villain Jack Kirby has ever created.

What I found funny is that I really just came up with the fic based on Jaune's last name fitting well with 'Arc Reactor' and the idea of Jaune and Pyrrha filling the Tony and Pepper dynamic. But there was actually is a good deal of overlap here. Pyrrha's color palette matches Tony's classic armor, her appellation 'The Invincible Girl' is a mirror of Tony's 'The Invincible Iron Man'. Cinder's canon plot has her hiding in plain sight as an ally ala Stane and hacking an army of robots ala Whiplash. Nora was conceived as a gender-flipped Thor already.