Schiller and Stark stood together in front of a damaged Mark 2 armor.
Stark said, "Listen, the problem now is that the braking system here is completely broken. We need to fix it before we can modify it."
As he spoke, he picked up a wrench and walked forward, starting to bang on the armor.
Schiller stood behind him, saying to the Symbiote in his mind, "No, no, you can't eat his brain."
"But his head looks delicious, really delicious, and smells so good."
"But..."
Schiller put his hands on his hips and covered his forehead with one hand. He reorganized his words and said, "You can't just eat people's brains, because..."
Schiller paused for a long time. He thought, well, although this race looks Strange, their taste is surprisingly consistent.
"If we eat his brain, we can make our own.", said the Symbiote.
"No!"
"Alright..."
Stark was still oblivious. He fiddled for a long time, then tapped the nearby railing with a wrench, moved to a different spot, and continued to tinker while saying, "magic armor? That sounds really good. I think it's a special atomic force. What do you think is its best application? Oscillation? Or extreme compression?"
Schiller asked in his mind, "...What's the best application? Oscillation or extreme compression?"
"It's decomposition and reconstruction.", said the Symbiote.
"It's decomposition and reconstruction.", said Schiller.
As he spoke, he directly pressed his hand on the un-repaired joint. A large section of parts there flickered, and when they returned to their original position, they were brand new.
Stark stood up, his eyes wide, and he said with his arms crossed, "This so-called magic you're talking about seems much stronger than your demonstration of levitation."
"I'm amazing, I'm amazing, I'm amazing, I'm amazing..." The Symbiote started screeching in Schiller's mind again.
Schiller said, "Alright, alright, you're amazing."
He had to admit, the Symbiote was still a bit more useful than magic. After all, his current magic ability was only low-level; it was fine for bluffing, but when it came to real action, he still had to rely on the Symbiote.
"Shrink the armor, it can be very small.", said the Symbiote in Schiller's mind.
"Shrink the armor.", said Schiller.
"Of course I've considered that. My Mark 5, and subsequent versions, were originally intended to be compressed into a briefcase. It's just not fully developed yet, so I can't carry it around freely for now."
"I think the briefcase plan is a bit conservative."
"Can it be even smaller?"
"Of course."
"How small do you think it can be compressed?"
Schiller asked the Symbiote in his mind, "How small do you think it can be compressed?"
"A bottle of fear venom."
"Can it be compressed to as small as a small bottle of fear venom?" Schiller asked.
"I want to drink.", said the Symbiote.
Schiller rolled his eyes in exasperation. It was even haggling now.
After happily drinking a bottle of alcohol, the Symbiote said, "A cigarette, it can be compressed to as small as a cigarette."
After Schiller told Stark, Stark seemed excited and paced around the room. He said, "This is indeed atomic-level structure and reorganization. If that's the case, perhaps it can be even smaller than a cigarette, perhaps even reaching nano-level..."
"Can it be even smaller than a cigarette?" Schiller asked in his mind.
"Yes, but it will explode when unfolded.", said the Symbiote.
So Schiller said to Stark, "Actually, it can be made smaller, but I can't guarantee the safety of its unfolding process."
Stark said, "Anyway, let's get started. Let's create a more epoch-making technology, and then I'll throw all those old versions of the armor to the Military to help me dispose of the trash. It'll also save me electronic waste disposal fees. Pepper will be happy."
"The benefits of being able to arm yourself at any time are truly too numerous!" Stark clenched one hand into a fist and pounded the palm of his other hand, saying, "And I can even fit the complete Jarvis into a mobile phone. A mobile phone with such a powerful intelligent butler, can you believe it?"
Schiller said, "...God bless Jarvis."
After a while, Stark took the somewhat worn Mark 2 down from the shelf. Before he could see clearly, a gray mist flashed, and the Mark 2 disappeared.
Then Schiller reappeared, holding a metallic cigarette in his hand, and handed it to Stark. Stark said, "That's it?"
"What else do you want?"
"Shouldn't there be some kind of spell... I mean, like a ritual, and a staff..."
"No need, that's too low-end.", said Schiller.
Stark blinked, and he suddenly had infinitely beautiful expectations for magic.
But later, this expectation almost drove Strange crazy. He was just a Sorcerer, yet Iron Man treated him like an omnipotent God. No matter what Iron Man did, he always had an 'let's leave it to the omnipotent magic' attitude!
Hearing that the Sorcerer Supreme still needed to prepare to cast spells, Stark called Strange a "low-end Sorcerer," which angered Strange so much he almost broke his staff.
Regardless of how much Schiller's current performance would frustrate Strange, who would later interact with Iron Man, for now, he greatly surprised Stark. He said, "How do I turn it into armor? How do I put it on?"
Schiller asked in his mind, "How does he turn it into armor? How does he put it on?"
The Symbiote burped and said, "Just think about it in your mind."
Schiller said, "Just think about it in your mind."
Stark froze for a moment, then hesitantly recalled the Mark 2's original arming method in his mind.
Almost instantly, the Mark 2 was donned on him. This change had no process; it was almost an atomic-level reorganization.
Stark said, "What exactly is the principle behind this?"
Schiller asked in his mind, "What exactly is the principle behind this?"
The Symbiote said, "Thought disturbance."
Schiller said to Stark, "Thought disturbance."
"Are you talking about brainwaves or something? Or bioelectricity?"
The Symbiote in Schiller's mind was a bit muddled from drinking and seemed unable to answer any more questions, so Schiller said, "Please don't try to explain magic with science. As long as it works, that's enough."
Stark was itching with curiosity, eager to start researching immediately, so he turned on Schiller, saying, "Alright, alright, I get it, your amazing magic. You wait, someday I'll use it better than you."
Then he showed him out.
Schiller was practically escorted out of Stark Tower, but he wasn't angry. Stark was always like this; once his experimental addiction kicked in, he disregarded everything else.
As soon as he returned to the clinic, he saw Steve waiting for him. Steve greeted him and said, "Nick Fury sent me to run an errand. He wants to see you. I think it might be related to Stark."
Then Schiller shouted into the air, "10 million U.S. dollars an hour, how about it, Director Nick Fury?"
"You're asking for too much.", a voice suddenly came from the phone hanging on Steve's waist.
Schiller shrugged and said, "Well, originally I wanted to give you a bill for 100 million."
The other side was silent for a moment, then said, "Plus a 50 million late fee invoice..."
"Deal.", said Schiller.
Not long after, Schiller arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s International Reception Center again. Nick Fury, wearing an eye patch, shook hands with Schiller, and then the two sat face to face. Coulson poured them coffee; Schiller's was an espresso.
Schiller gulped down the coffee, but Nick Fury slowly sipped his. Schiller spoke first, "Shall we discuss business first, or issue the invoice first?"
"Issue the invoice first.", said Nick Fury.
After a while, Nick Fury asked him, "I know Stark gave the armor technology to the Military, but that's not important. We don't want those armors."
"You want him."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded by his father."
"If you bring that up to him now, you'll never get him to join in this lifetime."
"Also, if you want him to join, you go talk to him. Don't come to me. It's useless to come to me. I'm just a psychologist, not his father."
"We're not asking you to persuade Stark. We also know he won't listen. What do you think of our concept? A team composed of special ability users?"
"It's good in itself, but it depends on who they work for."
"Isn't it for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Then who does S.H.I.E.L.D. work for?"
Nick Fury frowned, then decisively bypassed the topic. He said, "Alright, we'd like to invite you to join..."
"You also said it's a team of special ability users. I'm just an ordinary person; I've never jumped more than 3 meters."
Nick Fury opened his mouth. He felt Schiller was treating him like an idiot.
"Listen, we don't care how you disappear and suddenly reappear hundreds of meters away, nor do we care where that yellow-haired rat with a Canadian accent came from, and we can ignore your terrifyingly accurate psychological analysis, but a certain neurologist personally told us that you threatened him with a floating ballpoint pen..."
Schiller said to the Symbiote in his mind, "From now on, you can't eat other people's brains randomly, except Strange's."
Schiller said, "Do you believe there's magic in this World?"
"The power of certain sciences has created these special ability users, so I also believe there will be other powers that create other people. Are you one of them?"
"No, I'm just an ordinary person, but I think I can trade a piece of intelligence for my freedom."
"About what? magic?"
"That's right. I believe you should have the authority to mobilize satellites. Go check where a missing network in New York is connected."
Nick Fury frowned, but Schiller didn't say anything more to him.
The New York Sanctum's wireless network should still rely on modern human network systems, not some magic network. It's just that they used magic to obscure the way to access this network.
If Nick Fury took the time to investigate, he would definitely find some Silk threads.
The reason Schiller didn't strongly refuse was that in the various major events that followed, the Avengers would have to save the World. He certainly wouldn't suffer to deal with those enemies himself, fighting Lizard Man or Hulk with his fists.
At most, for his own safety, he would provide a little help, so he still had to maintain contact with these Super Heroes, so that in future events, he could be a fresh and refined... troublemaker.
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