New suit. This was different. It formed different and lacked metal. Perhaps a precaution against him. It was cute.
The tyrant grinned, showing off his pearly whites.
“I could say the same for you.” He said, taking his drink in hand as he continued to smirk at the armor clad human before him. Like a sardine in a can, “Technology is amazing, is it not?” He raised his glass, taking a good swig before flicking the ash off of his cigarette towards Stark.
He had gotten what he wanted. Tony had shown his hand and was brandishing his new suit like a security blanket.
“Although, I can’t say much has changed.”
The alien-tech wasn’t pleased. It had it’s own mind and when it was annoyed or threatened it tightened it’s grip around Tony. Tendrils that looked like mercury floated around Tony for a moment before falling neatly into place, forming glowing lights and armour. He had more too, but those were guns that he wouldn’t pull just yet. Extremis had done more to him, and the enhancements the symbiote had performed to his body did much, much more. Being underestimated and kicked around like dirt was a thing of the past.
“You’re boring. I’m done with the whole playful antagonist taunting mojo that everyone and their cousin tries to do. Seen it before, done it before, bored of it. Bored of you.” He rolled his eyes, turning to the crowd and looking down at his glowing palm. The lights flickered when he walked by, helping up one of the fallen civilians. “You okay there? Looks like a sprained ankle… Here, let me.” He placed his hand on her ankle and there was a sound of an air release, she welped after she had felt a small pin-prick and then he stood, meeting her eyes. “You’ll need a nap, as soon as you wake up it’ll be as good as new."
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