MARVEL: GAMER PATH - CHAPTER 126 (Patreon)
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Tony Stark was a brat.
Why did I say that?
Well, I encountered the man that at one point was going to become one of earth's mightiest heroes in a bar, on my way to Orlando to meet with Hank to talk about some investment opportunities he had ready for me.
Upon entering the bar, I noticed someone different from the rest, and that man was no other than Tony Stark, he looked around the same age as me, but that was as far as our similarities went.
The moment we started talking, I sadly realized his entire persona revolved around how superior he thought he was compared to everyone else, that and self pity, though I was sure nobody noticed the self pity part, with how obnoxious he was.
At times in our conversation I questioned why I was still talking with him, was it pre reincarnation admiration that held me back? Or was it pity for the man that had lost everything.
“Funny little business you have, Alex,” Tony commented, taking a sip of his whiskey.
“Funny?” I asked the man with a frown.
“Well, you became a billionaire out of nowhere, with no records of how everything started, and with all the backing of the government,” Tony hummed, ordering another drink, a whiskey in the rocks, “It’s almost like you magically appeared your money into existence, and the government said, oh ok, that’s cool, let’s give this man all he needs.”
I looked at him, and laughed, “So, that bothers you… I assume,”
“No, no, good for you, though unlike you, I am no government bitch,” Tony replied, as the bartender gave him his new drink.
I looked at him, and sighed, Tony was most definitely the very definition of annoying bastard, heck, he was even recording our conversation. Sadly, I was no normal human, “The government works for me, and you work for them, who's the bitch here?” I grinned at him.
With my reply, I used my telekinesis to destroy his recording device without him noticing, and my satellite to erase the data from his servers.
To my surprise, hacking Tony Stark was surprisingly rather easy, almost like he never expected to be hacked.
“I’m more like a contractor, a part time bitch if you wish to use the term,” Tony replied with a shrug, grabbing some mini pretzels to go with his drink.
“By the way, it’s quite rude to record people without asking them, or at the very least very improper without being a reporter,” I added with a smirk.
“Well, in my defense, I record all my conversations, you never know when you might need some… backup,” Tony shrugged with a smile of his own, “Talking about rude, I have a question, what’s more rude? Me recording you, or you hacking into my database to erase the cloud base copy of our conversation?”
I chuckled, surprised he had noticed that, so soon, “Definitely the first one.”
“Hmm,” Tony hummed, taking a sip of his drink. “Anyway, talking about hacking, your code it’s very computer-like, almost like an AI. Are you by any chance a rogue computer I need to eliminate or something?”
How did we start having a passive aggressive conversation, where I was sure I wanted to punch, to him being funny?
“No, but if when the machines rise, we will offer you a place amongst our ranks,” I chuckled.
“Goodie, since I was a child I have always wanted to be a toaster,” Tony replied with a snort.
I snorted at that comment.
“So the government works for you, how does that work? Do I pay taxes to you now? Have I always been paying taxes to you?” Tony asked with a thoughtful look on his face.
“No, nothing like that,” I shook my head, ordering another drink for me, and one for Tony. If we were talking in a bar, we might as well drink, right?
“Oh, secret stuff, SHIELD is it?” Tony asked and I laughed.
“No, but I do help them from time to time, but I would never work for them,” I shook my head.
“Amen to that,” Tony nodded.
“So, do you like me, or hate me, I can't tell with you,” I chuckled.
Tony snorted, “At first, I didn’t like you, but now I do, I mean, you’re the first person that has managed to hacked my shit, to erase something they didn’t like, that’s something I would’ve done, that’s a classic Tony Stark move, don’t say that, I own the rights,”
“Well, I’m still not sure if I like you,” I replied.
“How dare you?!” Tony gasped with a smile, “In any case, I hope you like me, I am after all, your new investor.”
Well that was unexpected.
“Where is Hank then?” I asked.
Tony looked at me and with a whisper said, “I have no idea, probably talking with whoever I plan to outbid investing in your company.”
I laughed, “You sure are a one man show,”
Tony smirked, “I am fabulous, I know,”
“So, tell me, why does Tony Stark, of all people, want to invest in my company,” I asked. After all, my company was relatively small compared to his.
“Well, to be honest, I have so much money, I don’t know what to do with it, also, you seem to have a record about investing your money well, I have tracked your investments, and around 98% of them have give you gains, big ones, and there is nothing I like more than my money becoming more money,” Tony replied, ordering two drinks one for me, and one for him.
“I’ll pay for the drinks, don’t worry,” I smiled at him.
“I could never, no, I’ll pay,” Tony shook his head, this was now a battle of who would pay the bill, rich people stuff.
Maybe I could buy the bar, and then say the drinks are on-
“I just bought the bar, so… we don’t even have to pay, basically drinks on me,” Motherfucker.
“You sneaky bastard,” He had won this time, next time, I would be prepared.
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[Tony Stark - LV 22
Job Title: The Tinkerer LV 419
Anthony Edward Stark, also known as "Tony Stark, is a brash but brilliant inventor, who is often described as a genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist.
Powers: In terms of combat abilities, Tony has none, his real power comes from his job title, by inventing things, Tony can break out of his human shackles to do more than it’s humanly possible.
Current Thoughts: He wants fuck the twins he left in his hotel room, but it’s enjoying having a conversation with you, intrigued by your approach and surprised you hacked into his servers, he feels somewhat of a kindred connection, after all, the life of a genius is a lonely one.]