Night.
Tony Stark had already spent an entire day in the laboratory.
Ever since accepting his father's legacy, the Future City Project,
his daily research agenda had only grown.
Especially the new element his father had proposed—it had shown him the possibility of a new type of clean-energy miniature reactor.
After all this time of working overtime, he had successfully synthesized the new element and applied it to a new reactor.
It could be said that he had now completely eliminated the threat of a slow death.
That had kept him in a very good mood lately.
But at the same time, the news that his father had helped establish S.H.I.E.L.D., as well as the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury knew about the Future City Project, had continued to bother him.
He had already fully understood his father's intentions when he received the inheritance.
But he did not know what S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted. The feeling of being plotted against was not pleasant at all.
He had always been the one plotting against others. Since when had it become someone else's turn to plot against him?
When he opened his front door, Tony Stark called for J.A.R.V.I.S. to turn on the lights, but got no response. Frowning, he walked into the living room.
What he saw nearly made him jump.
"Holy shit!"
Right in the center of the living room sat a one-eyed bald man on a stool.
With an outsider suddenly appearing in his home, Tony Stark was nearly scared to death.
He had no shortage of enemies. If a stranger showed up at a time like this, what else could he be but an enemy?
"Tony Stark."
The man called his name.
Tony Stark calmed down.
"Who the hell are you?!
This is my house. No matter what your