Stark Industries Building, Tony's lab.
"Done!"
Tony Stark stood in silver-white armor, a smile on his face.
Ever since Loki had left, he'd worked without sleep or rest. Now, at last, he'd finished the Mark-2 Lightweight Powered Armor.
The Mark-2 Lightweight Powered Armor could release arc pulses from its hands and boots simultaneously, generating ultrasonic waves to keep it flying at high speed. It also had built-in ailerons and flaps in its legs and back to improve stability during flight.
It came with the JARVIS operating system, capable of target scanning and GPS, as well as providing diagnostic data on the wearer's life signs.
He'd even added a few small missiles to the shoulder blades and forearms specifically to deal with Loki.
He was sure these little gifts would give Loki a huge surprise.
"Ha ha ha ha! Constantine, you lost this round!"
With his face covered in little pieces of paper, Deadpool slapped the table and laughed.
Heaven help him. After playing thirty rounds of "whoever loses sticks a piece of paper on their face" with Constantine, his win rate had reached a staggering one in ten.
Don't get the wrong idea. One in ten meant that he lost nine out of every ten rounds.
Deadpool even suspected that Constantine had let him win the three rounds he'd managed to take.
That guy was a sneaky bastard. Deadpool had never doubted it.
"Good job, Wade. In this thirtieth round, you managed to stick the third little piece of paper on my face."
Constantine applauded encouragingly, then casually stuck a piece of paper on his own chin.
What could he say?
Dealing with an idiot called for a little encouragement now and then. Otherwise, the other guy might get mad and quit, and then Constantine would miss out on a