Tony Shitbig

"So?" Chu Hang rolled over, his ass facing the sun. "If he's missing, go find him. Doesn't S.H.I.E.L.D. pride itself on having eyes and ears everywhere? Why come to me? I'm not some Good Samaritan."

"His name is Tony Stark."

Chu Hang froze with the grass stem still between his teeth.

Fury's voice was full of helplessness. "That godforsaken place in Afghanistan is mountain after mountain. Our people can't get in, and we can't pinpoint his location."

"That's your problem." Chu Hang lay back down. "I'm retired, Director Fury. Unless..."

"Your terms." Fury answered quickly. He understood the rules.

"All of Howard Stark's research notes." Chu Hang's voice was calm, as though he were ordering coffee. "I want a complete, untouched copy. Including all of his research on the Cosmic Cube."

There was silence on the other end of the call for a full five seconds.

"Deal." Fury's voice sounded as if it had been squeezed through clenched teeth.

"Coordinates." Chu Hang hung up immediately after saying that.

He got up from the beach chair and stretched. His bones crackled loudly. It had been more than a decade since he had done any real work. He wondered if he had gotten rusty.

Once he took a job, he had to do it. Before getting started, he habitually took stock of his assets.

He closed his eyes and sank his consciousness inward to check his Superpower Copier.

``` Superpower List:

[S-Rank Healing Factor]: From Wolverine

[Super-Soldier Serum]: From Captain America

[Cosmic Cube Source Energy]: The energy of the Space Stone

[Subspace Stomach]: From the Flerken. A perfect pocket dimension. It could store living things and serve as a trash can. He usually used it to chill beer, with outstanding results.

[Spatial Curvature Barrier]: Standard defense. Made bullets curve away. Essential for