I'm FINALLY getting started on this! Anyway, for newcomers, you really don't have to read "Iron Woman" before reading this, but feel free to. The plot structure of the original movie will be altered a little bit, mostly in this intro, which is cut down. Certain scenes will be moved to the next chapter. Anyways, read, review, and enjoy!

AN: I'll be going over Iron Woman, and changing all references to the United Federation to just the United States. The only reason I changed it was because I was trying to fit more Metroid lore in, and looking back, it sounds really stupid.

One more thing. I do have all of this story to finish before it becomes an issue, but I need your help on something: I need character ideas for Iron Woman 2. Mostly Whiplash, but Justin Hammer's giving me trouble, too. I have a Black Widow picked out, but I'm open to other ideas. So, if you have any suggestions, please either write them in the reviews, or PM me.

The Incredible Kong

Chapter 1: Brought Back to Reality

Brazil

Gritting his teeth, he mentally steeled himself, taking deep breaths and focusing on his emotions and respiration. This time, he had to stay completely calm. No freakouts, no hyperventilation, nothing. With a quick glance at his pulse watch, he jabbed the needle into his thigh.

And squealed like a little girl.

Once he was done whining, Luigi Martin sighed. He still couldn't get himself to stop reacting to tiny amounts of pain. He glanced at his monitor once again, surprised to see it hadn't risen very far above one hundred, despite the aforementioned incident. Luigi allowed himself a satisfied smile behind his bushy brown mustache. Maybe he was getting better at this after all. That fact that it'd been nearly six months since his last...experience helped, too.

He uncrossed his legs, releasing his body from the meditating position he had taken up in the middle of the floor, grabbing and putting his green shirt back on. Luigi hated having to do these exercises, especially since he was a rather timid man, and had never needed anger management, or anything of the sort in his life. His mind brought him back to reality, reminding him exactly why he was in this town, and why he had to do them. He glanced at the picture frame he'd placed on the nearby desk, showing himself, although younger, more handsome and less worn, along with a young woman with brown hair. The both smiled happily, affectionately embracing. For a moment, Luigi allowed his thoughts to wander back to home, before banishing them as he always had. It was pointless to think about her, or home.

Perhaps some explanation would be suitable at this point. Luigi was a rather ordinary looking man, standing about five foot six, with blue eyes, a round nose, straight brown hair, and a thick mustache. He was a brilliant physicist, but he'd been forced to hide out in various towns across the Americas for the past five years. Luigi had a rather unique...condition, that made it difficult for him to live a normal life. He'd spent his time looking for cures, as nothing else had been on his mind.

A ping from his computer distracted him. Going over to it, he realized he had received another message. He'd been in contact with a man all with a man all the way up in the States, hoping to find a solution to his predicament. Before opening the message, Luigi took a brief moment to ensure the encryption code he'd installed on the laptop long ago was still up and running. It was, of course, and it had never failed him before, but he could never be too careful. With the conversation securely private, he opened his new message.

"GREEN THUNDER. SAMPLE RECIEVED. THE EARLY ANTIDOTE TESTS PROMISING," read the newest note from his contact, Evershade Valley.

Luigi's gasped in surprise, and he took a moment to contain his excitement before replying "HOW MUCH LONGER DO YOU NEED TO FINISH IT?"

There was no reply for a minute, as though the man on the other end was hesitating. Finally, a new message popped up. "CANNOT COMPLETE WITH CURRENT INFORMATION. I NEED THE DATA FROM THE TIME OF EXPOSURE."

The mustached man stifled a sob, burying his face in his hands. Of course this would happen. It was no different from every other cure he'd sought out. Either it didn't work, or there was some impossible obstacle that ensured he could never try it. Somehow, he willed himself to type, "I DON'T HAVE THE DATA."

"WHO DOES?" was the reply.

Luigi briefly turned back to the picture of himself, allowing another tear to fall from his eye before he responded again. "SOMEONE I CAN NEVER SEE AGAIN."

"LOOK, FELLER, YOU'RE A TOUGH GUY. WHATEVER HAPPENED, I'M SURE YOU CAN GET PAST IT."

Luigi stared at the encouraging reply for a long time. He truly wished he could believe it, but the rational part of his brain shot that thought down, too. There was no word for it other than impossible. Evershade didn't know what had happened to him. Resentfully, he stood up and closed the laptop.

American Military Plane, En Route to Zapopan

The small group of soldiers gathered in the plane spent the trip quietly preparing for their mission. All of them had experience with low profile assignments such as this, and had no fear whatsoever of screwing it up. It was simple: sneak up on the guy, tranq him, grab him, and get out. No excessive tactical bull to get in the way.

The leader of the little team, Mumkhar Valak, was a British Special-Ops Commando brought in for this mission, which he suspected was thanks to several bribes. Mumkhar was an intimidating man, with a tough build, greasy black hair, and a gravely voice. He'd been serving in armed forces for the majority of his life, and was now in his forties, meaning he'd couldn't stay on the battlefield for much longer, a fact he detested. Mumkhar was about as ruthless as he looked, and lived for the thrill of battle and the glory of victory, not to mention the praise from the common people.

At the moment, Mr. Valek was currently reviewing the details of their target, a Luigi Martin. "We're supposed to treat this bloke as a maximum level threat?" he snapped, "He's bloody puny! He doesn't even look like he could hit a kid!" Mumkhar hated this assignment, and in truth, he only agreed to it to get out into the field. He wanted a challenge to his considerable skills, not some American scientist to chase for five seconds.

Most of the soldiers on the plane made no response, but Mumkhar's attention was drawn to the front of the transport. He turned his head, facing down General Adamska "Revolver" Ocelot. Now, Ocelot was probably the only person on the plane who could stare down Mumkhar and get away with it, and all the soldiers were suddenly thankful Ocelot was in charge here. Not only was he taller, he also had the same muscular body, despite being well past middle age. His white hair drifted down past his shoulders, and a thick, white mustache to rival Luigi's covered his upper lip, giving him the appearance of a constant scowl. He carried a commanding presence that made everyone in the immediate presence with a weak will want to follow his orders, and the jagged scar between his eyebrows signaled to the world not to challenge his authority. As if that wasn't enough, everyone in the vicinity knew the stories of how he'd gone through both the Korean War and Vietnam using only his namesake weapon. People doubted the accuracy of the story, of course, but nobody was willing to ask him.

"That 'bloke,'" Ocelot replied, never blinking as he glared into Mumkhar, "Is responsible for the deaths of multiple soldiers, using stolen military biological weapons. In addition, he is suspected of selling them to terrorists, both foreign and domestic. Not to mention the civilian murders. So, yes, he is a maximum level threat. Any other stupid questions, or should I just drop you off the plane now?"

That shut Mumkhar up.

Brazil

Most of Luigi's nights were spent slaving away at his job in the local mushroom packing plant. If he had to be honest, part of it still confused him. Why would anybody want a mushroom out of a brick block that you basically had to smash with a hammer to open? Then again, it was easy work, and he got paid, so he didn't complain. As long as he wouldn't starve, it didn't matter.

A man, whose name he didn't know, stomped past him, accidentally bumping Luigi in the back and making him drop the block he'd been holding. The man spun around, yelling at Luigi, who struggled to mentally translate the Portuguese insults being thrown at him. It wasn't that Luigi was bad at speaking or understanding other languages, he just had trouble remembering what every word meant.

"Don't get in my way, gringo! Move your butt out of the road!" snapped the man. A few years ago, Luigi would've politely pointed out that he was on the far edge of the aisle, and the man might not have been paying attention to where he was going. However, time had changed, and doing that would only result in an argument, with undesirable consequences.

So, Luigi took a deep breath, calming himself down, before he responded. "Yes...sorry, my...problem," he said in broken Portuguese. The man gave him an oddball look, but eventually turned and walked away.

Luigi breathed a sigh of relief. Another crisis averted. He was just about to turn back to his work, when his eye caught something over by the door to the factory. The owner, his boss, was talking to a group of people, led by a man with black hair, wearing black combat gear, and carrying large, nasty looking guns. The owner turned around and pointed out Luigi.

Crap.

Luigi immediately excused himself from his work station. Sure, he'd probably get fired if he made it out of this alive, but that didn't exactly concern him right now. He grabbed his bag, which contained all of his notes, as well as his precious laptop. He briefly contemplated going to grab his street clothes from his locker, but quickly dismissed that thought, as he noticed the armed soldiers were already trying to aim at him. Abandoning all attempts to seem casual, Luigi rushed out the back door as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Target is on the move," barked Mumkhar into his radio. The reply assured him that the intercept team was in position to do what they did best, so he took off after Luigi, followed by his men. Luigi sprinted out the door of the factory, rushing straight into the heart of the late night crowd. A common tactic, trying to lose one's pursuers in a massive group of people. However, Mumkhar was too well trained for that, and he ensure he could always see at least one part of Luigi at all times.

He did have to hand it to the American, he could run. Luigi seemed to be able to anticipate the perfect direction to turn to avoid the crowd of people, never tripping up or crashing into anything. Clearly, he'd done this before. Mumkhar's team, on the other hand, had to push the civilians out of the way, and could never be still enough to get a good shot at Luigi.

Despite his appearance, Luigi was far more physically capable than most people would expect. Even before his life collapsed, he'd kept in pretty good shape, and his years of running away from soldiers had only made him even better. It was only his confidence in his athletic ability that convinced him to do what he was about to do.

He suddenly changed direction, veering off into an alley on the right. As he sprinted, he bent down to grab a piece of asphalt from the ground, then jumped and bounced off of a trash can, landing of a high level of the fire escape. He hurried up to the roof, rushing across and knocking down some poor sap's clothesline. At the edge, he made a quick leap, kicking with both of his feet as he sailed through the air to land on the next building, all while ignoring the sounds of his pursuers struggling to climb up after him. His target, one of the gunners meant to head him off, was dead ahead. That was something that always worked in Luigi's favor. These guys were always predictable.

The soldier had just received the notice over his radio that Luigi was headed in his direction, and turned just in time to see the man bearing down on him. He raised his weapon, but Luigi was faster, chucking the piece of asphalt at him and momentarily distracting him. Thanks to this, the tranquilizer darts he fired missed Luigi entirely, and gave the mustached man just enough time to leapfrog over him, slamming him face first into the roof. The guy wasn't seriously injured or anything, but Luigi was out of his sight before he could fully recover.

"Target's evaded Interception Team!" roared Mumkhar into his radio as he continued to chase after Luigi. He came across the gunman Luigi had knocked over, showing no hesitation in running over the poor man's back and stepping on him.

"Dammit!" Ocelot shouted from his observation vehicle. He was currently observing the chase from cameras on the soldier's suits, keeping his eyes on Luigi, and continuously screaming at his troops to get Luigi. Mumkhar managed to fire a few tranquilizers at the man, but they fell short.

Luigi, panic rising by the second, decided it was time for a change of pace. His monitor was beeping rapidly as his heart rate rose, and he literally needed a breather. Vaulting over the next ledge, Luigi dived downwards, bouncing off a brick wall and landing in another alley. It would take those soldiers a few seconds to reach him, giving him time to lose them. However, upon emerging from the alley, Luigi was greeted with a black van pulling up, with the side door opening and a familiar, white haired man staring him down.

Luigi screamed, mostly out of surprise, his mustache shooting out in both directions, before he tore off in another direction. Ocelot raised his trademark weapon, firing several custom tranquilizers, but they missed their terrified target. Mumkhar and the others came out of the alley seconds later, and were rewarded with Ocelot calling them brain dead morons and pointing after Luigi.

Said fugitive had made some progress down the street, and ducked into yet another alley before Mumkhar could spot him. Luigi then proceeded to make history by being the only person ever to calm down in a spooky black alley, taking deep breaths, desperately trying to lower his heart rate. Staring at his monitor, Luigi saw the number slowly go down, and took a moment to thank all those yoga classes. Getting up, he ran down to the end of the alley, trying to think of a place he could hide out until they gave up.

Unfortunately, his thoughts proved to be his downfall for the day, as Luigi ended up crashing into the back of an anthropomorphic turtle-like creature, knocking him down into several of his friends. Luigi recovered, turned to the turtles, and felt fear rising in his chest.

Hammer Bros. Some of the most notorious delinquents in the city. That was just what he needed at this particular moment. The Hammer Bros immediately drew their trademark weapons, shouting at him in Portuguese. Luigi didn't even bother to try and translate, pulling a one-eighty and running for his life. The Hammer Bros, infuriated, gave chase.

As if the unmentionable hadn't hit the fan enough for poor Luigi, his little trip-up had given Mumkhar another chance to spot him. Roaring into his radio, Mumkhar relayed the American's location to all troops. Luigi hadn't run very far when he jumped over a locked gate, diving into large, black building with a clear "KEEP OUT" sign, followed by his new turtle friends, who simply broke the door down.

Mumkhar was a bit annoyed at the Hammer Bros' interference, but he was smart enough to recognize opportunity. There was no way the American could avoid both them and these thugs. He immediately ordered all of his soldiers to make their way to the other entrance, and take up sniping positions. The building, an old warehouse, had plenty of walkways above the floor, as well as crates to hide behind, and little light, giving the night-vision bearing soldiers the advantage.

Poor Luigi wasn't even thinking about them at this time. His heart rate had gone up again, and he needed to calm down, fast. He ducked behind a forklift, bracing himself against it to catch his breath. Unfortunately for him, he didn't catch the fist that came flying at the back of his head, slamming his face into metal and making his nose bleed. Dazed, he felt two arms grab his shoulders and twist him around to face the Hammer Bros.

One fatter turtle, who seemed to be the leader, advanced on him while his friends grabbed Luigi's arms.

"No, not the bag, not the bag!" protested Luigi, as they grabbed it and hurled it aside. He tried to break out of their grip to retrieve it, but the leader punched him in the gut, driving him back. His breath quickened as he felt his heart speed up even further.

"Ya think you can mess with us, gringo?" snapped the leader.

Desperate, Luigi decided talking it out was probably his only option. Then again, the fact that less and less oxygen was reaching his brain probably wasn't helping. "Hungry!" he exclaimed, "Hungry! Me, hungry! Not good!"

The Hammer Bros just stared at him. "You keep using that word," said the leader, "I don't think it means what you think it means."

Luigi swore, cursing his lack of proficiency in Portuguese. "ANGRY!" he almost screamed, "ME! ANGRY! YOU NO LIKE ME WHEN I ANGRY!" This, of course, didn't help his current predicament, or slow his heart rate.

The Hammer Bro, blissfully oblivious, laughed it off and continued punching him. At the same time, Mumkhar and his team were getting into position, taking shooting positions. Mumkhar himself stood on the highest walkway overlooking Luigi and the turtles, taking aim directly at the American's neck. It was a perfect shot. He pulled the trigger.

Of course, Mumkhar had to have luck just as bad as Luigi, who managed to headbutt the leader of the Hammer Bros a nanosecond before the tranquilizer flew towards his head. The dart bounced harmlessly off the forklift behind him. Luigi then broke free of the turtles' grip by stomping on both their feet, scrambling off into the darkness. The shower of tranquilizers that followed after Luigi only managed to hit one of the Hammer Bros.

Luigi stumbled away, clutching his skull in agony, as he felt every muscle and bone in his body burn. He didn't need the constant beeping from his monitor to tell him what was coming. He'd experienced the change so many times that he would never fail to recognize the grinding of the bones and loss of rational thought. He desperately tried to fight it, but it was already too late. He looked at his arms, watching the long, brown hair begin to spread across them once more. In despair, Luigi threw his head skyward and gave a blood-curdling scream.

The Hammer Bros, furious that their newest punching bag was getting away, and immediately gave chase. Their leader, pulling out his weapon, called out into the darkness, "Oh, gringo! Don't run away! We want to be your best frie-"

He never did get to finish that insult, thanks to an interruption. That interruption took the form of a massive, hairy fist that emerged out of the darkness. The lead Hammer Bro was hit so hard he actually punched through the concrete walls of the warehouse, flying into multiple crates on his way. The crates went flying up into the air, spraying their contents into the sky. The remaining Hammer Bros, unable to see exactly what had attacked their leader, made the first smart decision of their lives and turned around to flee. Their escape was cut off by an earth-shaking roar, as the hairy hand and its twin lunged out and seized them, yanking them into the shadows before they could even scream.

Mumkhar and the others had been trying to get a bead on Luigi again, but had been thrown off by the shower of junk sent into the air. Now, they were more preoccupied with what had made that monstrous sound. Mumkhar stepped up to the area he believed it had come from, but he only saw some hairs poking out from being a forklift, even with the night vision.

Before he could raise his gun, he heard a low growl, and gasped as he saw the forklift being actually lifted off the ground. He got a quick look at the silhouette of whatever was doing the deed, but all he could discern was that it was huge. Mumkhar Valek felt true fear for the first time in a long time, and decided not to find out what could do that. His goggles flying off, he turned around and ran off to the side, just in time to avoid the vehicle that came flying like a missile, bowling down several of his comrades. "Aborting mission!" he screamed into his radio, trying desperately not to sound like he'd wet his pants, "Martin's gone, there's something-"

"THAT IS THE TARGET!" roared Ocelot on the other end. He'd continued to observe the events as they unfolded, and now he was furious. They hadn't been able to get him before he'd transformed, again. There was only one chance they could take. "UNLOAD EVERYTHING! TAKE IT DOWN, NOW!"

The surviving soldiers obeyed, opening fire on the creature. Mumkhar even managed to snap out of his panic, unloading his entire gun into the thing. However, all that resulted was a clattering noise as the tranquilizers dropped off the thick skinned monstrosity. The soldiers made an attempt to reload their weapons, but it was all for nothing. The massive beast began slamming it's hands against the floor, pounding so hard it shook the whole building. The soldiers were knocked over onto their backs, unable to defend themselves as the creature came barreling towards them. The defenseless soldiers were quickly batted aside, flying into walls and other obstacles. Mumkhar only avoided the onslaught by sprinting up a staircase to one of the metal walkways.

The massive creature, apparently satisfied for now, stomped off towards one of the walls. Mumkhar, in a desperate attempt to regain some of his manliness, loaded live ammunition into his gun, firing directly at the back of the monster's head. The bullets proved to be as useless as the tranquilizers, bouncing off of the thick skin. All Mumkhar accomplished was causing the thing to turn to face him, and the growl it issued did not sound happy. Mumkhar's scream died in his throat as he finally got a look at what had just decimated his team.

It clearly wasn't human. In fact, this beast resembled a giant gorilla more than anything. Standing over eight feet tall, the majority of it's body was covered in brown fur, with bare patches on it's face, hands, chest, and feet. It's arms and legs were as thick as concrete pillars, and it's mouth was spread in a furious grimace, revealing pointed teeth. It's eyes, a deep brown color, stared Mumkhar down like a an annoying fly.

"LEAVE KONG ALONE!" roared the monster, seizing another forklift with one gigantic hand. Mumkhar squeaked in fear, diving off of the walkway, landing on his foot with a snap. Thankfully, that snap only came from some of his toes breaking. It was definitely preferable to the alternative, which involved the gorilla hurling the forklift towards Mumkhar's previous position, completely destroying the walkway. Metal bars and pipes flew everywhere, raining down on Mumkhar, who shielded his neck with both hands.

With some of his rage satiated for now, the Kong turned towards the wall, throwing one heavy punch into it, completely obliterating it. He proceeded through the now gigantic opening, and stomped out into the night, growling all the way.

All Mumkhar could do was stare in amazement.

Originally, Blonsky was gonna be played by Waluigi. You know, with the Luigi parallels. But I want these stories to be semi-serious, and it's really hard to take a story seriously when you've got Waluigi as your main antagonist. I ended up picking Mumkhar because he's a soldier type, he's jealous of the power other have, and he wants to claim it for himself.

Luigi's last name is a reference to his current voice actor.