The evening breeze on the rooftop was gentle and lingering, scattering the trio's laughter into the city's twilight.
Pietro straightened up, his waist aching from laughter. Tiny sparks still flickered at his fingertips, remnants of his high-speed movement. He narrowed his eyes at Stark's brightly lit laboratory below, where everything was in chaos, and clicked his tongue in amazement. "Seriously, seeing Tony this helpless is even rarer than seeing him get embarrassed at a party. A tech genius brought to his knees by magic-this is the scene of the year."
Wanda gently lowered her fingertips, and the faint crimson light in her eyes faded. The smile on her lips lingered.
She had always been calm and gentle and rarely played pranks so freely, but she had long remembered how Tony had once teased Rimuru without restraint for looking soft, cute, harmless, and utterly unintimidating.
Now, watching Tony on the verge of losing it over a few harmless little traps, she found it especially satisfying.
"The magic shielding is flawless. JARVIS's technology can't detect fluctuations in magic power, so no matter how much he investigates, it'll be useless," Wanda said softly. She looked at the smug Rimuru, her eyes full of indulgence. "What happens next is up to you."
Rimuru kept his little hands on his hips, his round blue body floating at the edge of the railing. His golden eyes sparkled with the smug satisfaction of getting his revenge.
Back in the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room, Tony had casually pushed him forward to deal with the crisis and publicly joked that he had no skeleton and looked too squishy to command the room. He remembered that little grudge perfectly well.
"This is only the beginning!" Rimuru swung his short little legs in the air, his teasing voice full of mischief. "Just