Artificial Devil Fruit Imitation Prototype

The sci-fi instruments and miraculous creations did not surprise the three of them. Decades had passed, and Vegapunk's laboratory had become so advanced that even Lowett found some of it incomprehensible. He had long since grown accustomed to such sights.

Sitting in a soft executive chair, Lowett took the coffee Little Pepper had handed him and said, "It's been a few months. Has your depression gotten any better, Big Baby?"

Aka nearly failed to keep a straight face.

He would have sworn that the malice behind his master's form of address was not as simple as it sounded.

But Tony did not mind. He gave a gloomy smile. "Probably. Honestly, I don't think I have depression."

"I don't care what you think. I only care what I think."

Tony: "???"

"Just kidding. Don't mind it."

Tony felt terrible all over.

After exchanging a glance with Little Pepper, he asked, "Then, Your Excellency Black Count, may I ask what brings you here today?"

No one understood the terror of the man before them better than the Avengers who had stood at the center of that battlefield.

The Chitauri army seemed to have been driven back by them, but in truth, both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council knew that Ancient One and the man before them had frightened the enemy away.

Scare off an alien army?

It sounded like a fairy tale.

Tony could not understand what he had that the other man might value.

The Mark series armor was definitely not among the possibilities.

Not even he was that confident in it.

So...

"Yes, you guessed correctly." At that moment, Lowett saw straight through his soul and smiled.

"The only thing about you that catches my eye is that clever little brain of yours."

"And Stark Industries in your hands.