Ultimate DMC Sytem In Marvel

Then Tony leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting with a mix of intrigue and hunger. "Can you teach me?"

Alex looked at him for a moment, then gave a small smile. "Maybe later. When you're not still half spirit-shocked and running on caffeine and trauma."

Tony chuckled. "Fair."

Alex glanced toward the door, checking the time in his system interface. "Alright. My work here is done. I'm heading out."

He turned on his heel.

But before he could reach the door, Tony called out, "Pep! Make sure he gets his full fee."

Pepper, still stunned from everything that had happened, quickly nodded. "Of course."

Then Tony added, "Also—can I get your number?"

Alex paused at the doorway, looking over his shoulder with a slight smirk.

"I'll send it," he said. "But only if you promise not to drunk-call me asking for spell lessons."

Tony raised both hands. "No promises."

Alex smiled as he left.

Tony stared at the spot he'd just left from.

"…Magic doctor," he muttered to himself, then took a deep breath.

"Yeah. The world's officially weirder than I thought."

Later that Evening — Alex's Clinic

The city lights shimmered across the skyline as Alex stepped out of the car and returned to his modest but high-end clinic. The glass doors slid open with a soft hiss, welcoming him into the clean, modern space.

Inside, the atmosphere was quiet and professional. Soft lighting cast a warm glow across the waiting area, and the subtle scent of antiseptic lingered in the air.

Maria looked up from the front desk, offering a smile. "Back so soon?"

Alex nodded, unbuttoning his coat. "Tony's fine now. Stabilized."

Maria blinked in surprise. "You mean… the Tony Stark?"

Alex gave a small, tired smile. "Yeah. Him."

Without elaborating, he walked past reception and down the hallway, stepping into his private office. The space was sleek and minimal—glass walls, a polished desk, a few personal files stacked neatly on the side. The blinds were half-drawn, letting in just enough of the evening lights..

He sat down heavily in his chair, loosening his collar. A tired breath escaped his lips as he leaned back and stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds.

His desk monitor blinked softly, showing recent appointment logs, vital data, and a few patient notes waiting to be reviewed. But he didn't look at them yet.

Resting for a bit, he closed his eyes and after some time opened them.

Then, turning to the screen, he exhaled, rolled his shoulders, and got back to work.

Business as usual.

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Meanwhile – Location Classified, S.H.I.E.L.D. Surveillance Room

Inside a secure subterranean facility, giant monitors lined the walls of a circular chamber. Footage from around the world flickered—wars, disasters, and classified activity all streaming in real time.

But on the center screen, a very specific video played back.

It showed a dusty escape route outside of a destroyed Afghan terrorist compound.

From a hidden drone feed, they watched a grainy recording of Tony Stark, wrapped in makeshift armor, walking through the smoke and fire.

The Mark I armor.

Clunky. Primitive. But unmistakably effective.

Behind him, the wreckage of a weapons depot burned—his captors dead or scattered. Tony, half-burned and barely standing, was being lifted into a rescue chopper.

The room was silent.

Then—

"Well, he actually pulled it off."

The voice belonged to Director Nick Fury, arms crossed, eye narrowed.

He stood behind Agent Hill, watching the monitor like a man who'd just seen a critical domino fall.

Agent Coulson stood to the side, flipping through a tablet. "We weren't expecting Stark to be a survivor, let alone… whatever that walking tank was."

"It was a coffin on legs," Hill muttered.

"No," Fury said. "It was a prototype. A beginning."

He stepped forward, eyes locked on Tony Stark's battered silhouette on-screen.

"He's building something. That man came back from the grave with more than PTSD. He's seen something."

Hill glanced back. "Should we make contact?"

Fury didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a sealed black file labeled "PROJECT AVENGERS – CANDIDATE: STARK, TONY".

He slid the folder onto the table.

"Not yet," he said. "But get eyes on him. Track his movements."

"If he could build that in a cave," he muttered, "I wonder what he'll build in his basement."

They all nodded.

Fury glanced at another file and then asked, "What about the other guy—the so-called Demon Doctor, Alex?"

Coulson spoke up. "Black Widow already tried. But he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd fall for charm. Even after she dropped several hints, he never responded."

"You said he has five girlfriends?" Fury raised an eyebrow.

"That he does," Coulson confirmed. "But Natasha's definitely not one of them. No response. No interest."

Fury leaned back, clearly intrigued but still unsure what to make of Alex.

Maria Hill, sitting quietly on the side, crossed her arms. "Maybe Natasha just isn't his type?"

Fury glanced at Coulson, who just smiled faintly.

Hill sighed, rubbing her forehead. Why am I even talking to these single dogs about this stuff? she thought bitterly, then said aloud, "We should try with a different female agent. One that matches his tastes."

Fury gave a slow nod. "Alright. Send whoever you think fits. Let's see what gets a reaction."

Hill stood and turned to leave, already mentally sorting through profiles.

Elsewhere — Washington D.C., Triskelion

In a shadowed, secure office within the high-security confines of the Triskelion, Alexander Pierce stood before a wall of monitors. The feeds displayed everything from Stark's press conference to grainy surveillance footage of Alex walking into his clinic. Another screen flicked through SHIELD files marked with heavy clearance restrictions—ALEXANDER 'ALEX' MORROW.

Pierce tapped his fingers on the polished mahogany desk, eyes narrowed.

"First Tony Stark defies expectations," he muttered, "and now we have this wildcard—Alex Morrow. No affiliations. No official record past a certain point. Five women in his personal circle. Keeps to himself. Stays clean. And yet, he is king of hell kitchen area."

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