"You? You know what?" Tony looked at Fury skeptically. "Don't tell you have a crystal ball too."
"I don't need magic," Fury said calmly. "I know because your father left things with us. Boxes. Files. Prototypes. If there's a new elent, it's in there."
Tony frowned deeply. "Why does SHIELD have my father's stuff? What was his relationship with you people?"
Fury walked to the window, looking out at the city. "Let put it this way, Stark. You've been under our protection your entire life. Why do you think you've survived this long?"
"You drive fast cars. You sleep with dangerous won. You go into war zones without a security detail. In a country with 30,000 gun deaths a year, you walk around like you're bulletproof."
"You're not bulletproof," Fury turned back. "We just clear the path."
Tony bristled. As an Arican, the idea of being watched—even "protected"—felt like a violation. It was surveillance. It was control.
But then, logic kicked in.
He was reckless. He had made enemies. The Ten Rings. Stane. Hamr. Yet, aside from Afghanistan, he'd been relatively untouched.
"We've neutralized dozens of threats against you," Fury revealed. "Kidnapping attempts. Assassination plots. Corporate sabotage. You never knew because we handled it."
"Why?" Tony asked, his voice losing its edge. "You don't owe anything."
"No," Fury agreed. "But we owed him. Howard Stark."
"He was a founder of SHIELD," Fury dropped the bombshell. "One of the architects of the modern world. Our protection extends to the families of all our founders. But you... you were a special case."
"Because I'm special?" Tony smirked weakly.
"Because you're a trouble magnet," Fury corrected. "You generated more threats than the other founders' kids combined. Carter's niece? Quiet life. Pym's daughter? Off the grid. You? You're on the cover of Ti magazine every other week."
Tony felt a strange mix of annoyance and pride. Even as a liability, he was the best.
"Founding mber..." Tony murmured. "I didn't know."
His father, the distant, cold industrialist, was a super-spy? A founder of the world's premier intelligence agency?
It was... cool.
"We kept it from you for your own safety," Fury explained. "And let's be honest, would 'Rebellious Teenager Tony' have listened? If Howard said 'Left', you went 'Right'. If he said 'Stay safe', you bought a motorcycle."
Tony chuckled. "Fair point. I was... difficult."
"I'll have the crates delivered," Fury promised. "The key to the new elent should be in there. A puzzle from father to son."
"Deal," Tony nodded.
He finally understood. In the original tiline, with shrapnel in his chest, the Palladium core was killing him. He needed a clean energy source to survive. The new elent wasn't just an upgrade; it was a cure.
Now, without the shrapnel, he didn't strictly need it to live. But to power the next generation of suits? To fight aliens? To save the universe?
He needed it more than ever.
Just then, the diary updated again.
[Next up, it's Hamr Ti.]
[The second mber of the Big Three is about to make his entrance. The unprecedented God of Hamrs.]
[Odin really went all out for this son. Held on for a few extra years just to teach him a lesson.]
Tony stared at the text.
"God of Hamrs?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "Is that a typo? Does he an Thor?"
"Thor Odinson," Fury nodded, recognizing the na from Norse mythology and SHIELD's deep files on "extraterrestrial legends."
"Wait," Tony paused. "Big Three? Iron Man. Thor. And...?"
"Captain Arica," Fury supplied the third na without hesitation. "The First Avenger."
"So," Tony mused. "A guy in a tal suit. A god with a magic hamr. And a super-soldier from World War II."
"Sounds like a joke," Tony laughed. "A billionaire, a god, and a soldier walk into a bar..."
"It's not a joke," Fury said grimly. "It's the team that's going to save the world."
"God of Hamrs..." Tony snickered again. "I'm going to call him that to his face."
"Please don't," Fury sighed. "He has lightning. You have a conductive suit. Do the math."
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