"In 1970, Dr. Hank Pym discovered a quantum-altering subatomic substance, later named the Pym Particle," Nick Fury began.
"This particle allows mass and matter to be reduced to a subatomic scale shrinking objects or people to the Quantum Realm and then expanded back to original form with precision."
Natasha Romanoff raised an eyebrow, clearly unfamiliar with such tech-heavy jargon:
"What's the practical takeaway?"
Maria Hill, dressed sharply in black heels, stepped into the conversation with poise, gesturing with both hands:
"For instance, imagine shrinking your apartment to fit inside your pocket and restoring it in three seconds flat just by pressing a button."
Natasha's casual demeanor shifted. Her narrowed eyes gleamed as she murmured,
"That's not science that's divine tech."
And for someone like Natasha, who had seen gods, aliens, and infinity stones, calling it "divine" was no casual remark.
If real, it would rival Stark's Arc Reactor and Shuri's Vibranium applications.
More than that, it would signal the dawn of a new technological age.
Nick Fury, still clad in his trademark leather coat, stepped forward out of the shadows.
He spoke gravely:
"The important part is this Universal Capsule Company isn't just manufacturing toys. They've optimized the Pym Particle for live biological application. Not even Hank Pym achieved that safely."
"In 1970, after the Pentagon tried weaponizing his tech, Pym had a falling out with Howard Stark. He severed ties and founded Pym Technologies."
"But Hank Pym wasn't the first to uncover this science," Fury said, voice tightening.
"Dr. Brezev?" Natasha offered instantly.
Fury nodded.
"Correct. Brezev discovered the particle nearly a decade before Pym—but kept it hidden. He knew revealing such tech during the Cold War era meant assassination, not Nobel Prizes."
Natasha tilted her head, her spy instincts firing:
"A genius with foresight. And with the world crumbling into Cold War paranoia, silence kept him alive."
"Exactly," Fury replied. "By 23, Brezev had already hypothesized magnetic levitation-based transit systems and nano-biotics."
Natasha's eyes flicked to the New York Times headline still fresh in her mind. It had shown an unthinkable merger:
"Two giants have finally joined forces."
"Universal Capsule Company has acquired Pym Technologies," Hill confirmed, tapping the screen.
The holographic display shifted to an image of a dock, a logo of interlocked Rs, and two young figures one a blue-haired girl, the other a boy standing with unmistakable presence.
"The twist?" Hill continued. "Capsule Corp was only founded ten years ago decades after PymTech. Yet it exploded in popularity five years back, outpacing Stark Industries in energy R&D and adaptive tech."
Natasha leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, mind already racing through deductions:
"A hidden genius, who survived the Cold War in silence, suddenly resurfaces with confidence. That means he now has protection."
She paused, then said it out loud:
"Kalroth El."
"Exactly," Fury responded, eyes narrowing.
"Kalroth didn't just inherit Kryptonian and Saiyan strength—he handed the world this tech on a platter. And now? He's the hidden architect behind Universal Capsule."
Sahara Desert.
The golden sand consumed lifelines and secrets at the edge of history.
Kalroth El stood unmoved like a relic from another world—then extended a hand toward the collapsed Stark.
"What?"
Tony Stark, bruised and confused, was yanked to his feet. He wiped blood from his nose and babbled:
"I don't even know how to describe what I just saw. Illusion? Dream? Magic? Miracle? I mean wasn't that blast… solar-powered?"
Kalroth walked to the doorway and brought up a holographic light screen.
He tapped several controls.
"If your eyes were functioning properly, yes," he said flatly.
Tony squinted at the enormous blackened crater still steaming in the desert.
"That's… real?"
He turned with sudden outrage.
"Then why the hell did you wait until I got my ass kicked before stepping in?!"
"You let me take that beating on purpose?!"
Kalroth glanced at him sideways.
"Because you are not as important as Wagyu Beef Wellington and 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.'"
"…What?"
Tony blinked.
His brain blue-screened.
You're saying… you let Iron Man—the genius billionaire—get pummeled just because you were busy cooking?
This couldn't be real.
"I could buy an entire ranch. You want steak? I can build you a steak!" he shouted.
But then he watched mouth agape as the entire massive house behind them shrunk in an instant into a capsule-sized device with a hiss and click.
"What "
"My eyes are definitely broken. I'm calling ophthalmology the second I get back to New York."
He rubbed his eyes, blinked, then muttered,
"Forget what I said. You're not just a monster… you're an alien magician engineer god."
Narrator's voice:
As Tony Stark stared at the impossible tech and the man wielding it, he realized something chilling.
If this power this Capsule Civilization spreads, the balance of global power is done for.
And behind it all stood Kalroth El—Kryptonian, Saiyan, and now CEO.