In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage (MCU)

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"Let's not talk about me," he said, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "I saw the gift you gave Tony."

Pepper froze.

Lemu smirked.

"So, when exactly are you two going public with your relationship?"

Pepper's reaction was immediate—she panicked.

Her hands flailed slightly as her words came out in a rushed denial.

"What? No! That's—absolutely not true!"

She shook her head so quickly it was almost comical.

But deep down, she couldn't deny it. She did have feelings for Stark—buried feelings she tried to ignore.

There were reasons for that, after all.

Everyone knew Stark was America's most notorious playboy—a man who chased women like it was a sport. He'd never taken relationships seriously, and worse, he was her boss.

And as far as Pepper could tell, Stark didn't seem like someone who'd ever be ready for commitment or stability.

Lemu, of course, knew how their story ended.

Had he not been aware of their future together—a happy marriage and even a daughter—he might have doubted it himself.

Pepper tried her best to explain, but the faint blush spreading across her face betrayed her.

"T-that was just my way of showing gratitude! Tony… he encouraged me—when I helped him replace the reactor—that's all! You can't just misunderstand like this!"

As she spoke, her hands clenched into fists, looking one step away from punching someone out of sheer frustration.

Lemu, however, just grinned, completely unfazed, and doubled down on the teasing.

"Tony likes you. Seriously—I'll even guarantee it."

He leaned forward with a mock-serious expression.

"You don't like him? Should I tell him to stop being so delusional, then?"

For a moment, Pepper's forehead veins looked ready to burst.

When did this brat get so insufferable?!

He wasn't like this when we first met!

Back then, he was so shy and adorable—and now? Now he had the audacity to mock her.

Pepper took a deep breath and closed her eyes, counting to three before speaking again.

Her tone was noticeably calmer, but her glare still carried a warning edge.

"All right, I get it. You're just messing with me now—you little brat."

"But don't think you're getting off the hook that easily," she continued.

"You really need to take a break. You're still young, and it's not healthy to keep locking yourself up like this."

She gestured vaguely toward the blueprints scattered around the room.

"I can't pretend to understand what you and Tony are building, but it looks like you're almost done, right? So give yourself at least two days off."

She straightened up, giving him a pointed look.

"I've got a party to attend tonight, but tomorrow, I'm free to take you out."

Her voice softened.

"Would you rather go to an amusement park? Or maybe the zoo? Or is there somewhere else you'd prefer?"

An amusement park? The zoo? Spare me…

Lemu's eye twitched.

What was he supposed to do—ride a carousel with a bunch of kindergarteners? Or watch gorillas pounding their chests?

He let out a long sigh, his lips pressing into a tight line as his brows drooped into an expression of silent despair—a face that practically screamed "kill me now."

What fresh hell is this?

I'd rather jump into the ocean and drift for three days and three nights than go to places like that.

I'm not interested in childish stuff like that!

Lemu's eyes shifted as he caught on to something Pepper had mentioned earlier.

"A party? What kind of party?"

Pepper hesitated for a moment before brushing it off with a wry smile.

"Uh… just a really boring one. You wouldn't be interested."

She sank into the sofa, patting the seat next to her to signal Lemu to come closer.

"It's the Stark Military Family Fundraiser Gala—not some casual gathering where soldiers' families play games and have fun."

"No, this is one of those high-society events where people donate money, network, and dance—all while pretending they're having a good time. Basically, it's just endless schmoozing."

Her eyes flicked toward him, adding pointedly,

"And you're too young to even enjoy it properly."

Lemu nodded knowingly, already forming a plan in his head.

"Got it. That's where I'm going."

Pepper's brows shot up.

"Wait—seriously?"

She leaned forward, a mix of surprise and disbelief on her face.

"You do realize there'll only be alcohol, right? And you need to be 21 or older to drink."

"And can you even dance? You'll be bored out of your mind."

But Lemu just waved it off.

"I'll bring my own snacks."

He leaned back on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other and closing his eyes with an exaggerated stretch.

"Can't dance, but I can watch. And since you said I needed to go out more, it doesn't really matter where I go, does it? I'm pretty sure the amusement park would be even more boring."

Truth be told, the gala sounded intriguing.

It had that high-class vibe he couldn't help but feel curious about.

At his core, Lemu had always been a natural explorer—fascinated by the unknown and eager to experience new things. It wasn't a bad trait; if anything, it kept him feeling young and sharp.

Pepper just laughed softly, as patient as ever.

"All right. If you're really sure, I won't stop you."

"But if you get bored, just let me know, and I'll have Happy drive you home early."

She paused for a moment, then added with a playful grin,

"But first, we need to get you a suit—because you're definitely not showing up at the gala dressed like this."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, the kind that hinted at some deeply ingrained feminine instinct—like dressing people up was written into her DNA.

"I'm going to make you the sharpest-looking gentleman at the entire event."

Lemu shook his head dramatically—

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"No, no. What I'm wearing is fine."

His usual outfit—a loose tracksuit, paired with simple sneakers—and his hair tied back in a low ponytail.

Pepper looked visibly troubled, clearly not sure how to deal with this.

"You can't be serious," she said, frowning. "Dressing like that? You'll look like a total misfit—no one at the gala dresses like this."

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