Encountering Legilimency, the Disabled Old Man at the Ball

"Make a note: above forty thousand feet, the primary sensors malfunctioned a little, and there was also a problem with hull pressurization. I think icing may have caused it," Tony said in the workshop, facing data panels that nearly surrounded him.

"Your observation is very astute, sir.

If you intend to enter space, you must improve the hull material," the artificial intelligence J.A.R.V.I.S. said.

"Contact Cisco and have them select the hull material again. Switch it to the titanium-gold alloy used by the Seraph Tactical Satellite.

It can meet the integration requirements while maintaining its power-to-weight ratio. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir.

Would you like the schematic displayed according to the required specifications?"

"Fine."

As Friday generated the schematic on the screen, the television began broadcasting the day's news.

"Tonight is ablaze with lights and bustling with excitement.

Tony Stark's third annual charity ball for the Firefighters Family Foundation is being held in grand fashion. The elite of high society have gathered here, with stars shining brightly..."

"J.A.R.V.I.S., did we receive an invitation?"

"There is no record of an invitation received, sir."

Tony curled his lip at the news. This was interesting—he did not even know he was hosting a ball.

It seemed he needed to show his face in public, or the rumors that he was suffering from concussion aftereffects would become fact.

"The rendering is complete, sir."

Tony looked at the screen and saw a set of pure gold Mark III Armor. "Isn't this color scheme a little too flashy?"

"My mistake. You have always been low-key and modest."

Tony took a sip of coffee, and his gaze inadvertently landed on the sports car in Hellfire colors. "How about this? Add some of that car's red."

"Very well. It suits your low-key image perfectly.

The coloring is complete."