After dealing with the not-so-small problem that was Obadiah,
Henry felt like he had just finished a tedious final exam. The process had been boring, but the sense of relief afterward was utterly refreshing, making him feel completely at ease.
He didn't rush home.
Come on—why would he? He could fly now, was impervious to weapons, and literally a chosen one.
At a time like this, why bother going back?
Go back to stare at a bunch of cold parts in the lab, listening to that idiot Tony brag about some new world-changing idea?
No way.
Right now, he only wanted to do one thing: have fun.
For the next few hours, the skies over California had a new, reckless black ghost.
Like a sixteen-year-old who had just gotten the keys to a Ferrari, he treated all of California as his private racetrack.
He flew from Los Angeles to San Francisco, racing clouds above the Golden Gate Bridge.
He dove from the hills of Hollywood, skimming past the massive white letters, scaring a few tourists taking photos into thinking they had seen a UFO.
He even headed east to Las Vegas, hovering over the opulent casinos, pondering whether to go down for a few games—and maybe use his enhanced senses to pick the winning slot machines.
"Honestly, J.A.R.V.I.S., this feels amazing!" Henry traced a curve in the sky.
"How could I have ever enjoyed flying in a private plane? Compared to this, it's like sitting on a tractor bouncing across a field. The only downside: no stewardess bringing me champagne."
"Sir, I must remind you, you've flown low over military restricted areas four times consecutively," J.A.R.V.I.S. warned calmly over the comms.
"North American defense radar has picked up your flight path. While they cannot identify you yet, two F-22 Raptor fighters have been dispatched for interception. Contact is expected in 2 minutes and 15 seconds."
"F-22s? Oh, that's a good thing." Henry was not the least bit nervous—in fact, he was even more excited.
"Perfect. Let's see if their Raptors are faster or if I, the Superman prototype, am faster. J.A.R.V.I.S., cue some fitting music—'Highway to Hell'!"
The rock anthem exploded in his ears as Henry accelerated, leaving a spectacular sonic boom cloud behind, sending the two fighters far into the distance.
On their radar screens, only a quickly disappearing signal remained.
He was like a mischievous child who had broken free from all restraints, reveling in the sky.
He played around until Tony's call came through.
"Sir, you have a call from Mr. Tony."
"Put him through," Henry said, performing a graceful roll before hovering steadily among the clouds.
"Let me guess, dear brother, you're calling to ask how the retirement party went or to complain that I stole your spotlight again?"
Tony's teasing voice came through the line, mixed with deafening music and laughter in the background.
"Hey, little madman, had enough fun? J.A.R.V.I.S. sent me the full footage of your illegal joyride over California. Well done, at least you didn't crash anything. By the way, that bit where you drew eyebrows on F-22s at supersonic speed? I saved it. Going on YouTube soon, title's ready: 'My Brother is a Lunatic.'"
Henry pouted.
"Spit it out. If you want me to go buy beer and chips at the supermarket, forget it. I charge by the second now—my appearance fee beats all your so-called Hollywood friends combined."
"Not at all," Tony laughed.
"I just wanted to inform you—the party we planned has started. At the other mansion on Sunset Boulevard—you know, the one with the infinity pool and two helipads. Best DJ, hottest girls, endless champagne."
He paused, his tone tinged with excitement: "Also, the serum you mentioned? J.A.R.V.I.S. has partially cracked it. The enhanced super-soldier serum we prepared for me is nearly ready. Your valuable experience as a senior test subject was crucial for reference. So, what are you waiting for? Get your butt over here, or I can't guarantee any champagne will be left!"
"A party? Now?" Henry raised an eyebrow.
"I thought we should at least hold a press conference, or go to Capitol Hill for some old-timers and receive hero-style cheers from the public first."
"Oh, come on—that boring stuff, leave to Pepper," Tony replied casually.
"We Starks only enjoy the fruits of victory. Time to enjoy. Hurry up, some Victoria's Secret angels are waiting to meet you—the mysterious Black Knight!"
"Fine, fine, you've convinced me," Henry sighed.
"Tell them to clean up and wait. I'm on my way."
The call ended.
"Home, J.A.R.V.I.S.," Henry said into the void.
He abandoned flashy maneuvers, fixed his direction, and accelerated to maximum speed.
In an instant, he became a black streak of lightning, slicing through the night toward his Stark world.
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Los Angeles, Sunset Boulevard, mid-hills.
A sprawling, brightly lit modern mansion was transformed into a party scene.
Deafening electronic music erupted from every corner, almost shaking the hilltop apart.
The giant pool was packed with bikini-clad beauties, neon lights reflecting and flickering across the water.
This was Stark's world—a paradise of money, alcohol, women, and cutting-edge technology.
Just as the party reached its peak, Everyone paused mid-action, raising their heads in confusion.
The music also stopped.
Under the gaze of everyone, a black figure descended like a deity from the sky.
He wore sleek, black tech armor, his matching black cape silently fluttering in the night wind.
Moonlight bathed him, outlining his form in silver, making him look powerful, mysterious, and imposing.
The entire party fell into stunned silence.
All eyes were glued to this sci-fi scene.
"Wow."
Tony Stark, surrounded by two women, stood by the pool. Watching Henry descend, he smiled with a mix of surprise and pride.
He grinned arrogantly at the two blonde beauties beside him:
"Look, girls, who's here. Introducing my brother Henry Stark—always flying around, always late. And that suit on him… not bad, looks pretty cool.
"Can't say I like that landing—it's too slow, no impact. Next time, I'll teach you to drop from the sky—that's the real thrill."
His words drew giggles from the girls, breaking the silence.
Henry landed smoothly on the central pool platform, scanning the crowd with their burning gazes on him.
Then he smiled, enjoying it. He loved this feeling—the center of the world.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., remove the armor," he said softly.
"Understood, sir."
With a crisp series of clicks, the black armor began to disassemble automatically—folding, retracting.
Arms, chest, legs—
Every piece detached with precision, then reassembled into a black metal block the size of a briefcase.
The process was fluid, awe-inspiring, prompting gasps from the crowd.
Henry stepped out, wearing a well-tailored black casual suit that perfectly showcased his model-like figure.
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