This Is Unscientific!

"Maybe."

Feeney shrugged casually, silently weeping inside.

A hundred million, gone just like that. It hurt so much!

Though he was in agony on the inside, Feeney still had to act nonchalant on the outside. He continued talking with Tony. "As for any other suggestions, once you've made this, you can think about how to make it portable."

Tony didn't ask Jarvis to save that suggestion. Feeney wasn't sure whether he'd already considered it himself.

"What's the deal with the armor you had on before?"

After Feeney finished making his suggestion, Tony instead asked him, "Would you sell the technology? Name your price."

"Could you stop bringing up money all the time?"

Feeney was exhausted. It was so hard talking to a rich guy who kept trying to throw money at every problem. Unfortunately, Possessed by Evil Spirit was tied to the system, so there was no way he could let Tony study it.

"Why not? Anything money can solve isn't a problem."

Tony said it with such swagger that Feeney had to admit he looked pretty cool.

"Then would you sell your Iron Armor?"

Feeney fired back, leaving Tony gaping without a reply. Changing the subject, Tony said, "All right, Hailsaiz Kid. Thank me for my generosity. I've decided not to press charges for your trespassing anymore."

"But you need to tell me who you are and why you came looking for me."

Tony's expression turned serious as he said this.

Feeney thought for a moment, then answered honestly, "I'm a Sorcerer. I came to find you because I wanted to learn about some things that might happen in the future."

"Wait, are you talking about performing magic tricks?" Tony assumed Feeney was lying again and cut in with a mocking tone. "You'd have better luck sticking with aliens."

"Whether you believe me is your problem. Also, don't assume you know everything, Mr. Tony Stark!"

Feeney wasn't particularly angry. If someone had suddenly shown up and told him all this before he knew anything about this world, he wouldn't have believed it either.

"All right, then. What possible future events are you trying to learn about?" Tony asked again, thinking himself generous. He still didn't believe Feeney was telling the truth.

"If I tell you, it might not happen."

Feeney stuck to tradition and got ready to leave. But just before he did, he thought for a moment, then picked up a piece of paper and a pen from the nearby table and wrote down a string of numbers.

"What's this? A password? A code? Or a warning about some future disaster?"

Tony noticed what Feeney was doing and started guessing and mocking him.

"It's my Phone Number!" Feeney rolled his eyes, feeling more than ever that he'd been right not to get involved with Tony before. Living with this personality would be exhausting.

"I think you might need it someday. If you have a problem, call me and I'll come over. Consider it my genuine apology for the trouble I caused today."

"I don't think I'll need it." Tony replied dismissively, then added, "And if you want to visit, I suggest you use the front door next time. Otherwise, the consequences are on you."

"Anyway, sorry for the trouble today. Goodbye! Portal!"

Feeney couldn't be bothered to say more. He opened a portal home, stepped through, and vanished.

Tony was alone once again in the empty workshop. He let out a long breath, then immediately said:

"Jarvis, check my body. Also, has he left?"

"Sir, aside from excessive fatigue, you are in good health. A scan of the room shows that you are alone." Jarvis's reply reassured Tony somewhat.

Sitting back down in his chair, Tony immediately ordered, "Jarvis, pull up all the surveillance footage from earlier."

"I'm very sorry, sir, but all video files have been deleted and cannot be recovered."

Only then did Tony remember that Feeney had given Jarvis an instruction earlier. He immediately started checking Jarvis's programming, but even after going over it again and again, he couldn't find anything abnormal—not even a trace of an intrusion.

"Impossible!"

Tony was even more shocked now than before. He didn't understand the portal or the armor, but Jarvis was something he'd built with his own hands. He couldn't understand why his own creation had obeyed someone else's orders.

Tony looked over at the note Feeney had left behind. After hesitating, he decided to keep it. He then told Jarvis, "Jarvis, create a workshop modification project. For now, the goal is to restrain an unexpected intruder without causing injury."

Feeney didn't yet know that Tony had started the Anti-Feeney Studio. Maybe once the suit was finished, there'd even be an Anti-Feeney Armor.

At that moment, he was pacing around his room, muttering worriedly to himself. "It shouldn't have much of an impact, right? After all, I didn't tell him anything."

"Damn it, worst case, I'll just give up on the Iron Monger experience. Tony can make a few more suits to make it up to me later."

Unexpected things always came out of nowhere. Today's meeting had thrown all of Feeney's plans into disarray. Now, even secretly taking the Miniature Arc Reactor would be difficult, and Tony would suspect him immediately.

But it felt like such a waste to give up on Iron Monger entirely. So he'd left his number behind. If things still followed their original course and Tony ran into danger, perhaps he'd call Feeney. He'd decide what to do then.

If Iron Monger never came to be, there was nothing to be done. He'd just have to accept that he'd brought it on himself by acting too carelessly.

After thinking it over this way, Feeney felt much better. From what he'd learned today, Mark II was very close to being completed.

So he wouldn't have to wait much longer.

Time flew by, and a week passed in the blink of an eye. Feeney had been worried that meeting Tony might affect his life, but a week went by without a ripple, and everything remained as it was.

Just as he was starting to feel at ease, a call came in. Seeing the unknown number on his phone, Feeney raised an eyebrow and answered.

As soon as he picked up, a rush of wind came through the other end of the line. Feeney paused, then realized what was happening. "Are you test-flying?"

"Kid, speak up!" Tony's voice came through, sounding excited. He sounded just like Feeney had the first time he'd flown with Soaring Skill.

"You know you're annoying, right?"

Feeney shouted into the phone.

"Haha, you're jealous! Can you guys who do magic tricks fly?" Tony taunted in that irritating voice of his.

What was that supposed to mean? To defend the dignity of Sorcerers, Feeney immediately rolled up his sleeves and threatened him. "As if I can't. Come on, tell me where you are."

"Los Angeles, above Malibu Street, thirty thousand feet up."

"Just you wait!"

Feeney immediately hung up, put on Possessed by Evil Spirit in his room, and opened a portal. Using Soaring Skill, he found Tony hollering excitedly in the air.

Tony clearly hadn't expected Feeney to actually show up. When he saw Feeney floating beside him, his face beneath the helmet looked as if he'd swallowed a fly. Why had he gone and ruined his own happiest moment?

"I can't stand you, Trickster Kid!"

"Same, same! Mr. Stark!"

Feeney replied with heartfelt agreement. Perhaps magic and science were natural enemies.

"How are you flying!? Where are your thrusters? What's your power source?" Tony soon turned his attention to Feeney's Possessed by Evil Spirit. After studying it for a while, he finally reached his conclusion:

"This Is Unscientific!"

Since this was the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony's personality was still mainly based on the movies. Feeney felt there hadn't been a big change in his personality at this point. Where were all the favorites and votes!?