In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage (MCU)

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Just as they were extracting classified data, Obadiah Stane suddenly walked in.

"Pepper!"

His voice rang out unexpectedly, and for a split second, Pepper nearly screamed.

"Did you bring him over for a tour? First time in the office after all this time—how do you like it?"

Obadiah entered with a warm, fatherly smile, a thermos of goji berry tea in hand.

He seemed mildly surprised, but far more welcoming than suspicious—as if he was genuinely pleased that Lemu had come to visit.

"The company has a great environment—you'll like it here."

Pepper's expression was unnaturally stiff as she forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Uh… yeah."

Lemu glanced at her discreetly, signaling her to stay calm.

Then, he smoothly turned to Obadiah, beaming with warmth and familiarity.

"Obi! Fancy seeing you again! I really appreciated your help at the gala last time."

Speaking cheerfully, he strolled toward Obadiah, positioning himself casually yet deliberately—

right between him and the desk.

Lemu's eyes narrowed slightly as he smiled.

"You're right—the company's environment is fantastic. Clean, organized, and incredibly futuristic. Especially this office—I love it. The view behind the desk is amazing."

From an investor's perspective, a tidy, well-structured company was already appealing.

When it was a trillion-dollar empire? Even more so.

Obadiah chuckled heartily, his eyes filled with the fondness of an elder speaking to a younger generation.

Setting his thermos down on the desk, he took a seat, completely at ease.

"Hahaha, of course. Tony always picks the best. If you like it, you're always welcome to drop by when you're older—there'll always be a seat for you here."

He leaned back slightly, his voice carrying an almost playful tone, like a father indulging a child.

"Honestly, I look forward to the day we become colleagues. Maybe one day, you'll sit right beside me?"

His words were gentle, even coaxing—but his intentions were real.

Obadiah had been misled by Tony into believing that Lemu's mother was Howard Stark's adopted daughter.

Then, at the recent gala, he had mistaken Lemu for a timid, easy-to-control individual—someone who wouldn't dare push back if bullied.

This misconception had led him to consider pulling Lemu into his circle.

A weak-willed "ally", placed high within the company's structure, would make it easier for him to maintain control.

Obadiah had another reason for wanting Lemu on his side—

The kid lived in Stark's villa.

Who knew what kind of useful intel he could accidentally spill?

Seeing the two engaged in such a lively conversation, Pepper finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

She discreetly covered the USB drive with her hand, then carefully switched the screen back to the desktop.

Meanwhile, Lemu cheerfully waved the half-eaten bread in his hand, his eyes sparkling with the unmistakable joy of a foodie.

"We can talk about the future later… But this bread—this bread is amazing! Where did you buy it? Can you tell me?"

At this point, he had practically devoured the entire thing, leaving only a small corner.

Of course, his slime physiology meant he never actually got full—his stomach connected to a dimensional space, allowing him to consume an infinite amount of food.

For a slime, food wasn't a necessity for survival—as long as there was energy in the environment, he could passively convert it into magical essence to sustain himself.

Eating was just a hobby.

Obadiah, amused, leaned back into his seat and pushed the remaining half of the bread toward Lemu.

Lemu, without the slightest hesitation, happily took it.

Seeing this, Obadiah beamed, his expression filled with a kind of mutual understanding—like a seasoned food enthusiast meeting his fellow connoisseur.

"Of course! This is one of my staple foods. It's from Old John's bakery—he never disappoints."

He gestured with a hand as he explained.

"Just head one block to the right from the company entrance. Ask around, and someone will point you to Old John's bakery—it's been there since I was young."

Obadiah sighed nostalgically.

"These days, Old John rarely bakes himself. But the younger bakers he trained have inherited his skills—they're masters of multiple styles from different countries."

With a proud smile, he raised a finger.

"Their bread is generously made, rich in flavor, and very affordable. The one you're eating? Just 8 dollars. Weighs 980 grams—enough for four to five meals. Perfect for a busy workday."

He chuckled.

"If you like it, I can have someone buy more and send them to Tony's place. They don't do deliveries."

Lemu enthusiastically nodded, looking genuinely thrilled.

"Please buy as many as possible! I love this flavor!"

Obadiah laughed heartily, his expression kind and doting.

"Of course, of course."

Meanwhile—

The data transfer was finally complete.

Pepper discreetly removed the USB drive and stood up.

"Alright, Lemu. We should go—it's getting late."

She nodded apologetically to Obadiah, then—without wasting another second—hurriedly pulled Lemu along, skillfully maneuvering around Obadiah as they headed for the exit.

Obadiah, still all smiles, waved enthusiastically at Lemu.

"Come visit again! Next time, I'll take you to the factory. Lots of high-tech toys there—you might like them."

Lemu grinned. "Sounds great!"

But the moment they disappeared down the hallway, Obadiah's expression subtly shifted.

His eyes narrowed.

Something felt off.

Pepper's demeanor had been strange—her reactions, unnatural.

A bad feeling gnawed at his gut.

Slowly, he walked behind his desk and turned on his computer.

The screen looked… normal.

No open files, no suspicious tabs.

Frowning, he moved the mouse around, checking for any traces of activity.

Nothing.

Wait.

This is my login account.

The password… it's been breached.

A realization struck him like lightning.

That bh!**

She did something!

With rage boiling in his chest, Obadiah slammed both hands onto the desk—a loud bang echoing through the office.

Then, without hesitation, he stormed toward the exit.

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First Floor:-

By the time Lemu and Pepper reached the lobby, Coulson was still waiting for them.

For a seasoned agent, he looked surprisingly bored— casually cracking his fingers, as if killing time.

Lemu swallowed the last bite of his bread in two quick chews, then tilted his head slightly, signaling for Coulson to follow.

"Agent Coulson, I need your help."

Coulson's demeanor instantly changed—his posture straightening, his movements swift and precise as he fell in step behind Lemu.

"Understood. What do you need?"

Pepper whipped her head around, looking at Lemu in shock.

"Agent?"

"Yeah, I called him." Lemu replied matter-of-factly.

"He works for the Strategic Homeland [REDACTED] Enforcement and Logistics Division. You can trust him—Tony knows him too."

He didn't slow down as he spoke.

"Coulson, we found something interesting. Take Pepper and assemble a team—she'll explain on the way."

Coulson gave a firm nod. "Understood."

Suddenly—his phone buzzed.

He glanced down.

A text message.

"Slow down. Keep Pepper safe."

Coulson's eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked up at Lemu, clearly intrigued.

Lemu simply gave him a meaningful nod.

With that, the group exited Stark Industries.

As they stepped out into the open air, Lemu—without looking back—lifted a hand in farewell.

It wasn't clear who he was saying goodbye to.

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