In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage (MCU)

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The atmosphere grew thick with a peculiar warmth, a quiet intimacy that enveloped the two of them. There was no moon tonight, but the soft glow of the streetlights illuminated their figures.

Their shadows stretched across the ground, long and narrow, eventually converging into a single, inseparable line in the distance.

Pepper tilted her head slightly, her eyes fluttering shut as she seemed to surrender to the moment.

Tony, his expression softening, leaned in closer. His heart beat steadily, and for once, it wasn't driven by the adrenaline of combat or the thrill of invention, but by something far more profound.

He wanted to kiss her. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to rush it, as though doing so might tarnish the purity of the moment.

Tony Stark gazed at the familiar face before him, studying her as if she were a priceless treasure—his treasure. How many women, knowing full well they weren't warriors, would still charge into danger, armed with little more than sheer determination, just to save someone they cared about?

Pepper Potts wasn't just his brilliant assistant, an accomplished professional, or a financial genius. She wasn't a fighter. But tonight, her courage had outshone any soldier he'd ever known.

Standing a few paces away, Rhodey and Lemu exchanged a knowing glance and quietly turned their backs, pretending to be blind. Rhodey, however, couldn't help but grimace, his face scrunching up as if he'd bitten into a lemon. He puckered his lips and began to whistle a disjointed, off-key tune.

As Tony and Pepper leaned closer, the space between them narrowing with each passing heartbeat, their breaths mingled. It was a fragile, intimate moment that felt as if the universe itself had paused to give them time.

But just as their faces were about to touch, a loud voice shattered the moment like glass hitting concrete.

"Hey! Is anyone injured? Does anyone need medical attention? I've called reinforcements, and there's an ambulance on the way!"

Tony and Pepper jumped apart as though struck by lightning, their heads swiveling around in search of the source of the interruption.

From around the corner came Agent Phil Coulson, panting heavily as he jogged toward them. In one hand, he clutched a communicator, and in the other, a standard-issue pistol. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with visible relief when he saw the group standing unscathed.

"Oh, thank God," he muttered, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "You're all okay. Praise the heavens!"

Behind him, the sound of synchronized footsteps grew louder.

Within moments, a group of burly paramedics in white uniforms appeared, looking more like off-duty special forces soldiers than medical personnel. Their sharp eyes and muscular builds were complemented by the efficiency of their movements.

Following closely behind were nearly a dozen men in sleek black suits, each armed with FGM-148 Javelin anti-tank missile launchers, looking like they were prepared to level a building if necessary.

For a moment, everyone froze.

The scene was so surreal that Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, and Lemu all found themselves staring at Coulson in stunned silence, their gazes lingering on the absurdly overprepared team behind him.

Coulson, sensing the weight of their stares, glanced around nervously, then looked down at his own attire as if checking for something out of place. Finally, he cleared his throat.

"Uh… did I miss something? Is anyone hurt?"

Rhodey was the first to break. A snort escaped his lips, quickly escalating into a full-blown laugh. His booming laughter echoed through the night, and he clutched his sides as tears welled in his eyes.

"Haha… oh man… I don't even know who you are, but I like you already! That was brilliant! You've got style, buddy. You're officially my friend now!"

Lemu nodded approvingly, his face uncharacteristically amused. "Well done, Coulson. Or should I say… 'Son of Coul.'"

Coulson blinked, clearly baffled. He glanced back at the men he'd brought along, then at the group in front of him. "What did I do?"

As the adrenaline faded and the night wore on, the group gradually began to disperse. Rhodey continued to chuckle under his breath, occasionally throwing playful jabs at Tony. Lemu, ever the quiet observer, remained calm but couldn't entirely hide his amusement.

Tony, meanwhile, shook his head in exasperation as he turned to Pepper. "Let's call it a night, shall we?"

Pepper smiled, her earlier embarrassment giving way to a warm expression. "Yes, let's."

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Lemu, Tony Stark, and Pepper found a spot in Stark Industries to spend the night. Though not as comfortable as home, they managed to get a decent sleep and regain some energy.

In stark contrast, Rhodey and Coulson weren't as lucky.

As a military colonel and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., they were stuck working through the night, dealing with the aftermath. 

They had to report to their superiors, write detailed reports, coordinate with various departments, clean up the site, and prepare excuses and testimonies for the media. 

By morning, they knew the press would swarm in like piranhas smelling blood.

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The Next Morning – 8:30 A.M.

A press conference was set to take place at Stark Industries, in the same venue where Tony Stark had held his last one six months ago.

With ten minutes left until the event began, Coulson handed Tony a small note containing the key points S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted him to address.

Lemu, meanwhile, sat on a nearby couch, casually flipping through a newspaper while snacking on macadamia nuts. The table in front of him was littered with broken shells, a testament to his boredom.

The nuts' thick shells were no match for Lemu's sharp teeth. To him, cracking them open was as easy as eating sunflower seeds.

Last night, the battle between Tony Stark's Mark III armor and the Iron Monger had been caught on camera by passersby. Despite the chaotic fighting, Tony had gone out of his way to ensure there were no civilian casualties within his ability.

The footage of the fight had gone viral, dominating the news. Reports of "mysterious machines fighting in the streets" and "heroic rescues" were everywhere.

However, the two Oni armors Lemu had deployed had largely gone unnoticed. Coulson had already led agents to secure the area, and only a handful of people had seen a fleeting glimpse of the blue-and-white armor.

With no clear evidence, it was easy to dismiss the sightings of the Oni armor as mistaken identity or the result of frightened imaginations.

"No proof, no truth."

This worked to their advantage. A hidden weapon is always the sharpest.

Lemu had no intention of following in Tony Stark's footsteps to become a public superhero. While he didn't mind helping civilians or funding charities, he wasn't ready to embrace the mantle of a -superhero-. 

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