Marvel: I Can Summon

"Vibranium."

Kyle uttered two words.

Tony froze for a moment, then widened his eyes.

"Where?!"

Quickly, he picked up a metal rod from the box and examined it closely. Tony Stark, a mechanical engineering genius, ranked among the top experts in understanding various metal properties worldwide.

He was familiar with Vibranium; he had studied it extensively.

The metal rod in his hand was unmistakably Vibranium.

However, prior to this moment, the most Vibranium he had ever encountered was 5 grams.

And now, this Vibranium before him... amounted to at least dozens of kilograms. Tony questioned whether he was dreaming—could there really be so much Vibranium on Earth?

"Kyle, where did you get so much Vibranium?! Did you use your super abilities again to gather all the Vibranium on Earth?" Tony asked, astonished by the quantity of Vibranium exceeding his wildest imagination.

Rolling his eyes, Kyle replied:

"Definitely not. There's no super ability involved. A big-hearted fool just came knocking at my door and handed it to me."

In Kyle's estimation, Nick Fury, in a certain sense, was that big-hearted fool, acting on an asymmetric information basis.

"Really?" Tony was somewhat incredulous.

"It's absolutely true. Why would I lie to you?" Kyle affirmed.

"Man, I wish I could stumble upon such a fool," Tony said wistfully.

To Tony, Vibranium was to him what a card table was to a gambler or fine cuisine to a gourmet. Moreover, as Iron Man, Vibranium held even greater significance.

"Hey, let's discuss. How about selling me these samples? How about $50,000 USD per gram? Or we could negotiate a different arrangement," Tony suggested.

Kyle smiled but didn't respond.

Seeing Kyle's expression, Tony understood his stance and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Alright, I forgot you're also a damn rich man, and worse yet, the money comes from Stark Industries. Returning to the previous topic, is there anything I can assist you with?"

Kyle then shared his thoughts with Tony.

When it came to his area of expertise, Tony became serious.

After pondering for a moment, he looked up and said:

"A nano-scale battle suit is a brilliant idea, but with current technological constraints, it's simply not feasible. To achieve the battle suit you envision, it would take at least another fifty years."

Kyle pursed his lips.

Fifty years? In a decade, he'd be wearing nano armor, pitting himself against purple sweet potatoes on alien planets. Fifty years seemed like an eternity.

"But I'm confident you can solve the problem, right?"

Despite the setback with the nano battle suit concept, Kyle trusted that Tony would find a solution.

Tony was pleased to hear Kyle's confidence.

He proudly declared, "Man, I didn't expect you to know me so well. While the nano battle suit you imagine may be out of reach, I can certainly develop a pseudo-nano battle suit for you."

A pseudo-nano battle suit?!

Kyle scratched his head, uncertain of Tony's meaning.

Nevertheless, he believed in leaving professional matters to the professionals. Kyle's requirements for the battle suit were straightforward: lightweight, highly defensive, and no further specifications.

Originally intended for Wanda and Pietro, Kyle had one simple request for the pair in times of peril:

Run!

"Then it's settled. Two sets. Any leftover Vibranium can serve as your processing fee," Kyle confirmed.

Tony's eyes lit up upon hearing Kyle's words.

After all, Kyle's stipulations for the battle suit—lightweight and portable—would necessarily leave a substantial amount of Vibranium unused.

But upon reflection, not only was he failing to repay his debt, but he was also accumulating a favor. Vibranium was priceless and couldn't be bought with money.

At that moment, Phil Coulson approached and greeted Kyle first.

Handing several papers to Tony, Phil said, "Here's your alibi. You were aboard the yacht last night. We have a dock report placing you in Avalon all night, supported by testimony from fifty guests."

"Perhaps it would be more convincing if Pepper and I were alone on the island," Tony remarked, somewhat disapprovingly.

"What about Obadiah?" Tony inquired next.

"He's vacationing, and small planes are notoriously unreliable," Phil Coulson responded.

"But this bodyguard cover story is a bit thin."

"Just read it. It's not my first rodeo, Mr. Stark," Phil Coulson insisted.

Tony glanced casually at the prepared speech in his hand.

Kyle smiled, eagerly anticipating the upcoming press conference.

...

Tony, accustomed to the limelight of the podium, appeared somewhat lost this time. He paused, then began, "It's been a while since we last met. I'll stick to the script this time. Some have doubted..."

"Excuse me, Mr. Stark. Are you seriously expecting us to believe it was a bodyguard in a battle suit who just happened to appear?" interjected a female reporter below.

"I understand it may seem perplexing. It's one thing to question the official account, but quite another to make wild accusations or suggest I'm some sort of superhero," Tony replied.

"I never said you were a superhero," the reporter countered.

"Really? Good. Because that's preposterous. I have plenty of character flaws and have made my share of mistakes..."

Unable to continue, Tony was interrupted by Rhodey, who stood beside him, saying, "Stick to the script."

Tony nodded, gazing at the script in his hand with a complicated expression.

"The truth is..."

Suddenly, Tony paused, raised his gaze, scanned the room, and tossed aside the script in his hand.

"I am Iron Man."

His declaration ignited a frenzy among the assembled reporters, plunging the press conference into chaos.