Novel & Cerita Tony Stark Was Able To Build This In A Cave

98. **Author's POV** Mr. Stark felt like a bomb just exploded in his head the minute that threat left her mouth. He can't risk her telling the whole world that she was pregnant. That would cost them a lot. He stood from where he was seated and walked to her. “Kayla, you don't have to tell the whole world. There's got to be a way out of this. We used protection. How can this happen?” He ruffled his hair.

It was pulsating, the rock itself embedded with miles of glowing copper wiring. "He’s waiting in the study," the girl’s voice echoed in my mind. "But look at the basement, Ivy. Look at what he’s been building while you and Dante were playing at love and war." I looked down through the translucent floor of the vision. Beneath the mansion, in a massive, reinforced cavern, sat hundreds of basalt slabs. They weren't empty. They weren't filled with Dantes or Ivys. They were filled with children. Indigo-eyed children, all of them identical to the girl in the penthouse. Arthur hadn't just been trying to merge two souls; he was building an army of sentient interfaces to replace the human race.

He says as his feet stomp on each step, sounding like thunder. As Shantal reaches the bottom, she sees Steve pop open his chest compartment and take out what looks like a credit card, but with a black line on front and back. He swipes it on a device in the wall, and it opens up into a gigantic space full of scientific equipment. "Oh. My. Goodness!" Shantal says as she starts to wonder around the lab. "I call it the vault." Steve says as he walks toward a table and lays down on it. Shantal sees a box listed as 'Screens' so she grabs it and sets it beside Steve. "Hmm, nope. Nope. Nope. Why do you have so many different screens in here?" Shantal says, frustrated as she flips through different g

It was a tomb of wealth. "Where do we start?" I asked, spinning in a circle. "We start with a base of operations," Stark said, pointing to a glass-walled office suspended above the warehouse floor. "The Foreman's office. It has heat. It has a radio." We climbed the metal stairs to the office. It was dusty, filled with rusty filing cabinets and a desk that looked like it belonged in the 1950s. But it had a space heater. And it had a shortwave radio set.

She has no idea I've been using it for something else entirely. Something that might save my life. I've been researching Tony Stark whenever Alex and Sarah leave the house. At first, I was terrified I'd find nothing, that Sarah was right about him being just a fantasy my damaged brain created. But he's real. Anthony Edward Stark, billionaire businessman, owner of Stark Industries. He exists. The photos online don't look exactly like the man from my dreams, but close enough to make my heart race. Same dark hair, same intelligent eyes, same confident smile. Either my subconscious picked up on his image somewhere, or the dreams were real somehow.

She looked past Julian, locking her freezing gaze onto the Russian cartel boss who sat rigid in his leather chair. "But you completely forgot," Zara continued, "that the Sterling Tower was built during the Cold War. My grandfather didn't just build a skyscraper. He built an impenetrable, analog fallout shelter." She walked flawlessly toward the massive, analog control terminal embedded in the side wall. Two mercenaries raised their weapons to block her path.

Jackson stood in front of a biometric wall in the basement. He placed his hand on the scanner. Welcome, Mr. Sterling. The wall split open. Cool air rushed out. Alex, Mia, Aurora, Kael, and Kian stared in awe. It wasn't just a closet; it was a hallway lined with the most advanced tactical gear on the planet. "I built this after the Arctic War," Jackson walked in, his footsteps echoing. "I hoped I would never have to open it. But I built it for you."

Elena adjusted her safety goggles, her focus narrowing on the Omega Relay at the heart of the central pavilion. This was the culmination. Not just of her work with Killian—but of something older. Something buried in oil-stained journals and unfinished equations left behind by two men who had once dared to imagine beyond their era. Arthur Vance. Alistair Vanderwall. They had dreamed of permanence. Elena had built it. “The vacuum seal is holding at ten to the power of minus nine Torr.” The voice carried easily across the chamber. She didn’t need to turn. She asked, “Superconducting bearings?” she asked, already anticipating the answer.

They never thought that Iron Man and Spider-Man had really come to the real world and showed marvelous powers. "That Spider-Man is awesome. He climbed really fast. What are those people doing? Are they making a movie? But I didn't see where the wire is..." "They can't be shooting a movie. Otherwise, how could Thanos cooperate with Thor..." "Even Iron Man has climbed up. What on earth are they doing?" Under the astonished gazes of many people, the Marvel figures climbed onto the Angel Building together. And they seemed to be well-organized. Because every time they reached a floor, one or two of them would be stationed there.

Cryostar Cave There is a large hall that is used to make various types of weapons and also metal tools. Jade has her own room for making special weapons, located in a hole in the wall and higher than the main hall. In that room, Jade and Wull looked very busy. Jade was modifying the firearm prototype Wull had made, while Wull was still making weapons with his Alchemy magic. Jade took it apart and studied the parts of the sniper rifle. He wanted to quickly master it so he could teach his men.