Control had been swapped to a neuronal–synaptic response. In other words, the instant Tony Stark even thought about summoning the Mark suit, it would answer.
A red-and-gold sheen began to spread across his skin—layer upon layer stacking in a blur—until a stunning nano battlesuit clasped him from head to toe.
The Mark IX's energy architecture had changed as well. Beyond classic repulsors and chest-mounted cannons, a new array bloomed behind him—several crescent arc energy rails hovered in the air, and at his will, power coalesced within them.
Boom—
Five or six converging lances screamed out from the arcs, merging into one and slamming into the lab's target downrange.
The hardened alloy shattered into quarters—then sagged into glowing slag.
"Perfect!"
Tony's eyes shone. His current firepower could casually slice a Leviathan, those armor-plated beasts that once left him at a loss.
Even against the God of Thunder, he wouldn't be outgunned—he might even hold the edge.
After all, his body had taken Saitama's genetic enhancement serum. He was no longer the original "with a mortal body, stand shoulder to shoulder with gods" kind of mortal—but rather a "with a superhuman body, crush the gods" kind of existence.
Clap, clap, clap, clap—
Applause sounded. Tony turned, surprised.
"I didn't tell you since you looked so focused. Look who's here,"
Pepper stood at the door, smiling.
"Saitama? And… T'Challa?!"
Tony lit up, sauntering over in full nano swagger, face full of smug. "Long time no see, baldy. You finally made it. So—how's the drip? You're the first to witness my newest suit."
The transformation effect was eye-popping; Pepper stood there, openly awestruck.
Saitama and T'Challa, however… looked rather calm.
"Looks… fine,"
Saitama nodded.
"'Fine'?!"
Tony was speechless. Jealous, huh? Has to be. Only a brain like mine could invent a suit this genius. The perfect nano Mark!
"Mr. Stark, I've long admired your work,"
T'Challa smiled.
"Your Majesty of Wakanda—an honor,"
Tony replied automatically, then blinked and glanced at T'Challa. "I heard from S.H.I.E.L.D. you've got something similar. Mind if I take a look?"
Tony never minced words. During T'Challa's clash with the Winter Soldier, he'd had JARVIS scrape the street cams—so he knew.
"Oh, very well,"
T'Challa glanced at Saitama. Tony probably didn't know the full Wakandan picture yet—but with Saitama here, secrets might not stay secrets for long. Besides, Stark seemed to be Saitama's friend.
As his voice fell, a black panther weave rippled out from T'Challa's skin and cloaked him head to toe in moments.
Tony: "…"
…Why does this feel oddly familiar?
"This… the nano tech I just pioneered—how— JARVIS, did our designs leak?"
"Sir, there has been no leak,"
JARVIS replied patiently. "However, judging from King T'Challa's transformation, their nano-coating appears even more refined than yours. Moreover, the base material is likely Vibranium. If my estimates are correct, the armor can absorb kinetic and energy impacts and then reflect the stored energy back."
Tony: "…"
You're telling me that 'poor' little Wakanda is sitting on high tech? In what universe?
(End of Chapter)
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