The Compass Finds a Clue, a Design Blueprint a Father Left His Son

"This is the explanation you wanted. Any other questions?" Nick Fury spoke with complete conviction. He did not know whether Tony believed him, but he believed it himself.

Tony looked at the box on the coffee table labeled "Howard Stark" and let out a deep sigh. "No more questions."

"Natasha will continue undercover at Stark Industries. As for Coulson, he'll stay behind to supervise your work. Until you find the New Element, you aren't going anywhere."

"Restricting my freedom?" Tony curled his lip disdainfully. "Why should I listen to you?"

"Because every second you waste is another second of damage to your body."

"We've cut off all communications. You can't contact the outside world on your own," Natasha said. "Good luck."

Tony pursed his lips, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant, but he ultimately said nothing more.

"Gaius." Nick Fury turned his gaze to Aaron. "Would you mind telling me exactly how many kinds of potions you can brew?"

"Director Fury, that's a very funny question.

Why don't you ask Tony Stark how he made his Arc Reactor? Do you think he'd answer you?"

"No. I'd put on my armor and throw him out."

"You heard him." Aaron spread his hands. "How many potions I can brew and what effects each one has are a potion-maker's greatest secrets. I have no reason to tell you.

If the Director insists on forcibly taking them, there's nothing I, an ordinary person, can do about it. But I can tell you in advance that even if you got the formulas, it would be useless.

And if you infringe on private property, I guarantee you'll receive a court summons. Stark's legal team will fight the case for me..."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn't fallen that low morally," Nick Fury interrupted. "Let me put it another way. Can you