Marvel: My Eyes Defies Fate.

A stranger appearing inside Stark's home uninvited would normally trigger a defensive response—but this time was different. The man didn't act hostile. Instead, he simply asked to speak with Stark. For Jarvis, Stark's highly advanced AI assistant, this was enough to raise red flags. The unknown nature of the guest suggested something unusual—perhaps even important.

As soon as the request was made, Jarvis immediately contacted Tony Stark, who was, unsurprisingly, at a party surrounded by flashing lights, loud music, and beautiful women. Typical Stark behavior.

"Jarvis, what is it? I'm a little busy here," Stark muttered into his phone while charming a pair of women he didn't even bother to get the names of.

"Mr. Stark," Jarvis replied calmly, "a young man has entered your residence. He claims he wishes to speak with you. Based on my analysis, his background appears... unconventional. I believe he may be of interest to you."

Stark scoffed, clearly uninterested. "So, some genius kid snuck in. Great. Tell him to leave before I have the police escort him out. I've got more important things to do."

Jarvis didn't argue. He relayed the message back to the young man, who now lounged casually in Stark's living room.

"You heard him," Jarvis said firmly. "If you don't vacate the premises within three minutes, I'll be forced to notify the authorities."

"Really?" Kurogai responded with a calm grin, a uniquely designed weapon suddenly materializing in his hand. "Then tell Stark... maybe he should take a look at this first."

Jarvis initiated a rapid scan of the weapon. It took only a few seconds to realize something was off—it didn't match any known schematics on Earth. For Stark's AI, that alone was enough to warrant a second call.

…

Stark's phone buzzed again. Still at the party, he sighed in irritation when he saw Jarvis calling.

"What now?"

"Mr. Stark," Jarvis answered, "I believe you'll want to reconsider. The item he revealed is unlike anything in current Earth-based armament databases. I've sent you a scan for review."

Stark raised an eyebrow and pulled out his phone to examine the data. The moment he saw the scan, he stood up, face shifting from relaxed to astonished in an instant. The weapon's design was advanced—far beyond anything available even in prototype military R&D.

The party could wait.

Without another word to the women around him, Stark left the venue and rushed home.

…

By the time he arrived at his mansion, Stark found the intruder already touring the place like an invited guest. Kurogai turned to face him.

"Sir, you've certainly made an impression," Stark said, looking him over. He was surprised—Kurogai looked young, but there was a calm, composed aura about him that didn't match his age.

"I'm here to make a deal," Kurogai said coolly, getting straight to the point.

Stark raised a brow. "Hold that thought. I'd like to get a closer look at that incredible piece of tech you brought out earlier."

Kurogai didn't hesitate. With a faint smile, he summoned the weapon once more and casually tossed it to Stark.

For Kurogai, this was a common piece of off-world tech, something any mid-tier planetary civilization would produce. But for Earth, especially pre-Avengers Earth, it was revolutionary.

"Jarvis, initiate a scan."

A scanner emerged from Stark's workstation and began its analysis. The preliminary data was enough to blow Stark's mind.

"This is... amazing," Stark muttered. "This level of precision... The energy output, the stabilizing matrix—this shouldn't exist. I predicted it would take humanity at least a decade to reach this point. And I assumed I would be the one to get us there."

He looked at Kurogai with new respect.

"I want it. Name your price. Anything."

The genius billionaire wasn't bluffing—he was already mentally preparing offers, prototypes, even full lab access if necessary. He wanted that tech.

Kurogai, however, shook his head lightly.

"Not so fast," he said. "I'm not here to sell weapons. What I need is information. I believe you know a Dr. Helen Cho."

Stark blinked, thrown off by the sudden change in topic.

"I need her contact details. Address, phone number, research affiliations—whatever you've got."

Kurogai's tone didn't waver. This wasn't a request—it was the beginning of a much larger plan.

For Kurogai, upgrading the Eye Rings was essential. And Dr. Helen Cho, the woman who once helped create Vision's body, was key to unlocking the next level of bio-synthetic engineering.

The weapon had only been bait.

And Stark had already taken it.

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