Marvel : Starting by Copying Wolverine's Power Chapter 86 86: The Stark Expo

Ever since the Harlem incident, Tony Stark had been operating like a man wound too tight.

He practically lived in the Malibu workshop. Caffeine and extra-greasy pizza sustained him. The air constantly slled of scorched tal and ozone.

Pepper tried—repeatedly—to drag him out into sunlight. Or at least into a full night's sleep.

Every ti, she found the sa sight:

Dark circles. Wild eyes. Genius on fire.

"I'm fine, Pep," Tony muttered without turning around, calibrating the micro-missile pods on Mark IV's forearm. "I just found… inspiration."

Behind him stood the new armor.

Mark IV.

Sleeker. More refined. Reinforced titanium-gold alloy. Brighter red and gold finish. Powered by the new triangular arc reactor—three tis the output of Mark III.

During a classified midnight test flight, Tony had punched through Mach 3 and briefly skimd near orbital altitude.

It was intoxicating.

But Levi's punch still haunted him.

He could fly higher.

Faster.

But that raw, earth-splitting force?

He didn't have it yet.

"Not enough…" he murmured, staring at scrolling holographic data.

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The Announcent

At the next board eting, Tony dropped a bomb.

"I'm restarting the Stark Expo."

Silence.

"Next month. Flushing adows. Sa grounds my father used."

Shock rippled across the room.

"Tony, that's insane!" Pepper protested. "We just stabilized the stock. Project Ark is barely launched. This is reckless."

"No," Tony replied firmly. "This is perfect timing."

He tapped the glowing arc reactor in his chest.

"The world needs to see our future. Not weapons. This."

Clean energy.

A new era.

The board mbers shifted uncomfortably.

"It's too soon," one director objected. "The tech isn't fully scaled."

"I'll decide that," Tony cut in.

Then he glanced toward the quiet figure in the corner.

Levi—Anthony Chen—had been spinning a pen idly.

"Second-largest shareholder," Tony said with a smirk. "Care to weigh in?"

All eyes turned.

Levi stopped the pen and smiled mildly.

"I support it. In fact, I'll personally fund half the expo's budget."

Tony gave him a look that said: Good answer.

Pepper sighed.

This train wasn't stopping.

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anwhile

A "GODFATHER-LEVEL" classified file arrived on Levi's system.

Ivan Vanko.

Photos: Moscow slum apartnt. Peeling wallpaper. A white cockatoo. Anger in his eyes.

S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance was exhaustive.

Recent purchases:

High-intensity plasma conduits

Military-grade capacitors

Graphene filant

Monaco Grand Prix tickets

Levi leaned back.

Arc reactor blueprints grudge against Howard Stark Monaco.

Clear trajectory.

Vanko would build plasma whips.

He would attack publicly.

Humiliate Stark on the world stage.

"Interesting."

Levi considered copying sothing from him.

Engineering talent? Redundant.

But plasma energy shaping…

Constrained high-energy weaponization had niche utility.

Maybe worth observing firsthand.

He dialed Tony.

Loud music answered.

"Yeah?!" Tony shouted over noise.

"It's ."

"Oh. You. What's up?"

"Your expo is drawing global attention," Levi said casually. "Attention attracts resentnt."

"You think soone's coming after ?" Tony scoffed. "Let them."

"Not terrorists. Legacy."

Silence.

"You inherited your father's brilliance," Levi continued. "You also inherited his enemies."

Another pause.

"I'll look into it," Tony finally said, tone heavier. "Thanks."

"Break a leg at the expo."

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One Month Later

Stark Expo – Opening Night

Flushing adows overflowed with people.

dia from around the globe. Tech enthusiasts. Investors.

Night fell.

Music thundered.

Lights exploded across the sky.

Then—

A red-and-gold cot streaked downward and slamd into the stage.

Steel boots dented reinforced flooring.

The helt retracted.

Tony Stark spread his arms.

"I'm back!"

The crowd erupted.

Fireworks. Spotlights. Roaring applause.

In the sea of spectators stood an unremarkable man in a baseball cap and plain jacket.

Levi.

Face altered. Height subtly adjusted. Presence muted.

He preferred anonymity.

From here, he could feel everything—

Tony's arc reactor output surging confidently.

Every security feed.

Every exit point.

Every pulse of energy in the park.

On his internal system interface, the Ability Replicator icon glowed softly.

Ready.

The show had begun.

And sowhere in the world—

A man with electric whips was preparing his own entrance.

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