In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage (MCU)

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"You can't be serious," Pepper said, frowning. "Dressing like that? You'll look like a total misfit—no one at the gala dresses like this."

But Lemu just grinned and casually grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds from the table, tossing some to Pepper as if the conversation were already over.

His words, however, carried a layer of deeper meaning.

"I am a misfit."

He leaned back, cracking open a seed.

"Only fragile people feel the need to blend in to feel safe."

"Being part of a crowd always comes with a cost. The strong? They've always stood alone."

"I don't see any reason to pander to their expectations. As long as I'm happy, that's all that matters."

Maybe it was the wealth and power Lemu had gained over time, or maybe spending too much time around Tony Stark had rubbed off on him—especially that arrogant streak.

Then again, there was also the possibility that his edgy teenager syndrome was just acting up again.

Hmph.

A voice seemed to echo within the air—like the whisper of fate itself:

Rejoice, for on the day he was born, the sands of Afghanistan trembled and whispered his name—

Thunderborn. Time Traveler. Billionaire. Beacon of Technology. The Architect of Ghosts. The One Beyond Mortals—Lemu Echeverria!

Every grain of sand celebrated his arrival, and even the Ancient One cast a distant, approving gaze!

Pepper stared at him, speechless.

With a sigh, she reached out and flicked him on the forehead, snapping him out of whatever delusions of grandeur he was entertaining.

"Stop imitating Tony. Learn the good habits, not the bad ones."

"And by the way, Gustave Le Bon never said you should go out of your way to act different just for the sake of it. What he meant was to think independently—not to make a scene."

Lemu clutched his forehead like he'd been mortally wounded, his eyes watering as he continued to put up a brave front.

"I'm just putting my thoughts into practice!"

His voice was full of defiance.

"If I believe it, then I live it! Isn't that what they say? 'Practice is the only test of truth!'"

"What? You're taking him shopping? Leave it to me—no problem at all. Trust me."

During lunch, Tony Stark learned that Pepper planned to take Lemu out to buy clothes—and immediately took over the entire operation with his usual swagger.

"I'll have Happy call up some of the top brands we work with and get Mr. Echeverria outfitted for at least the next three years—every season, every style."

The more confidently Stark spoke, the more uneasy Lemu felt.

No one offers this much help without an ulterior motive.

He's definitely up to something.

….

After lunch, Stark made sure the coast was clear.

Slipping away from the others, he pulled out his phone and dialed Happy Hogan.

Leaning against a corner wall, Stark lowered his voice, his tone practically dripping with mischief.

"Hey, Happy. I've got a job for you."

He rattled off Lemu's measurements, his grin growing more wicked by the second.

"Get him a wardrobe—every season, every style. Men's and women's. Yeah, you heard me—both. Don't worry about the price. Just make sure it's fast."

"Got it!" Happy replied without hesitation.

But after a brief pause, his voice turned hesitant, tinged with curiosity.

"Uh, boss… mind if I ask you something? It's been bugging me for a while. Reporters even came sniffing around, but don't worry—I shut them down. Didn't tell them a word."

Stark raised a brow.

"Go ahead."

"…Is Miss Lemu really your illegitimate daughter?"

"What the Fuckkk?!"

The words hit Stark like a sledgehammer to the skull.

For a moment, his brain short-circuited.

His face twisted into something between horror and rage, and even the arc reactor in his chest seemed to flicker in protest.

He wanted to deny it, but the absurdity of the question left him completely speechless.

He wanted to curse, but the sheer absurdity made him feel drained.

Grinding his teeth, Stark forced a strained smile while trying to keep his voice calm.

"Happy… Just handle the order first. We'll… discuss your salary later. In fact, I think you deserve a raise."

"Yes, boss!"

Los Angeles.

A luxury clothing boutique.

The madness was about to begin.

Happy Hogan, dressed in a suit and sunglasses, stood confidently in the center of the boutique's lobby. With a dramatic wave of his hand, he radiated the kind of swagger that came with spending other people's money.

"Get your manager out here," he said, his voice booming.

"Everything in the store that fits these measurements—pack it up. All of it. I want it delivered to this address by this afternoon."

For a moment, the sales clerk blinked, half-thinking she'd just witnessed the start of a shoplifting spree. She instinctively stepped aside, unsure whether to call security or just stay quiet.

"Everything? Sir, you mean… all of it?"

"Oh, and add both men's and women's styles to the list. Price isn't an issue."

"Absolutely!"

The clerk's hesitation instantly melted into enthusiasm at the thought of the commission bonus this sale would bring.

Meanwhile, Happy maintained a dead-serious expression, carefully supervising the packing process as if his promotion depended on it—because, in his mind, it absolutely did.

If he nailed this job, it wouldn't just be a raise—it'd be validation that Stark really trusted him.

Watching the process unfold, Happy couldn't help but feel a touch of sentimentality.

Tony really had changed.

Never before had he seen Stark show so much concern for someone else. It felt like Stark was finally getting his life together, and as his friend, Happy couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for him.

….

Later That Afternoon…

Lemu stared blankly at the mountain of clothes that now occupied his room.

His brain felt like it had just been hammered.

Earlier, Happy had practically cleaned out an entire luxury boutique, and the store manager had personally delivered the haul, bowing like he'd just served royalty.

Over 200 outfits—and even after discounts, the bill had come to nearly two hundred thousand dollars.

Not that the price mattered.

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