Tony Stark Was Able To Build This In A Cave の小説・ストーリー

Even so it generated less compared to the other companies under the Stark consortium. The Stark's wealth was unimaginable, even Christian Stark didn't know the actual networth of the Stark's. When Arthur arrived at the entrance of Star tech, the security personnel let him in without delaying him after they saw the license plate of the Bugatti Chiron. Arthur parked his Bugatti on the parking lot, he stepped out of the car and locked it, before entering the building. The first thing Arthur did when he entered the building was observe how the employees work and behave with each other. After all, for the company to grow, the employees have to work together and share the same goal.

“Everything is going to be fine, Cyrus has always told me about how powerful Vincent is, and I am sure the wolves are going to emerge victorious” “I hope so” I stayed in my room for hours as Kayla tried to get my mind off the war. Kayla was braiding my hair when an idea suddenly hit me I quickly stood up from the chair, startling Kayla. “What’s wrong,” She asked looking at me as I went to the bedside table and pulled one of the drawers. “ I just figured out how we can defeat Thanos,” I told her rummaging through the drawer. “How” I kept on searching and finally found it, I pulled it out from the drawer and the blade glimmered from the reflection of the moonlight coming from the window.

Leonardo pressed a button on his gold watch and spoke into it. “Toby” he called. “Right here boss” “Get ready” He motioned for me to follow him and I did, We walked deeper inside the boat and he turned on the light. I was shocked by how many weapons and gadgets there were. This felt like I was in real-life spy kids about to go on an undercover mission. “Are you some sort of secret Agent?” I asked staring at all the cool gadgets. “Something so, these gadgets were made by a man called Brenton, he’s a very smart guy he knows his way around technology” He muttered.

“Well, now I feel stupid. My brain just short-circuited,” “Hey now,” Mr Stark sits up, cradling my face in his hands. “You’re the last person to ever be considered stupid, okay?” his voice is soft and gentle. I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch. “Don’t say that again, you hear me?” I hummed quietly. “You don’t even realise that you’re above me, do you?” I opened my eyes slowly, looking into his eyes. Even at night, they twinkle like a midnight blue sky full of stars.

Faces appeared in windows across every building, staring at him without blinking. In Building 26, on the 15th floor, Tony narrowed his small eyes and fixed his gaze on the snowmobile. Half his face had been burned, and the scars made his expression even more vicious. He and a few of his men had barely escaped that night, but a lick of flame had seared half his cheek, leaving him like this. "I cannot believe he has something like that," he muttered. "A machine that can run in deep snow. If we had that, we could go out and find real food. We would not have to choke down disgusting meat anymore."

“When he triggered the device in Singapore. He didn’t shut me down. He opened a door.” We prepared for war. Guns. EMPs. Neural dampeners. Eve built half the tech herself, hands shaking but determined. The coordinates pointed to Siberia—deep, dead tundra, where satellites couldn’t reach and temperatures killed within minutes. We flew in low under Aurora veils, our ship disguised with cold-camo. The landing was rough—winds howled like wolves, and the snow blew sideways. Then we saw it: a crater the size of a stadium, pulsing with blue light.

Katherine Sterling had not slept in four days, and she was running out of problems to solve before she would be forced to confront the one problem she could not engineer her way around. Her husband was going to need armor that cost four hundred trillion credits more than they possessed. She stood in the Obsidian Lab's fabrication wing, surrounded by holographic projections of the Hollowsmith's suit designs. The clockwork man had left detailed specifications as part of his sales pitch, the same way a luxury car dealer leaves brochures on the windshield. Each suit was a masterpiece of trans-dimensional engineering, designed to allow a human consciousness to operate within the Source Code's fou

The prototype… He looked at Anton. “The real one was recovered from the vault rubble,” Anton said, anticipating him. “Badly damaged, but not irreparable. The technical data is secure. Rogers Industries will build it, and this time, we’ll do it right. No shadows.” They sat in silence for a long moment, the beep of the monitor the only sound. The adrenaline was gone. The fear was gone. All that was left was the aftermath, and each other. “The cabin,” Sabatine murmured, his eyes drifting closed again. “The lake.”

Martin remained hunched over the computer screen, his one good arm running through his greying brown hair. "This is..." he began, and his hand made another pass through his hair. "This is beyond anything I could have imagined Axion was capable of. Seven hangars containing dropships capable of functioning in the vacuum, an array of no less than ten Killswitch cannons, and to top it off, a damn energy shield." Dan looked up from the screen, a look of panicked disbelief on his face. It was sobering to see him so worried. Kedrick glanced around wildly. "But Draco just got the blueprints back yesterday! How could he have built something that large in such a brief time?"

He smiles, satisfied. The chopper lands on the topmost part of the company. The fact that Jacob is able to build a huge helipad that can accommodate over ten choppers and his “fragile” building haven’t collapsed yet never ceases to amaze people. Humans and their limited thinking, he thinks to himself with a smile as he steps into the elevator. What the people don’t know is that Jacob spent billions of dollars in intellect and materials for engineers to manufacture the most formidable glass to ever exist in the world. The only kind ever, he smirks at the knowledge as he taps the glass as if to prove it again to an invisible audience.