Since coming back, Alexander stayed at the Bar and looked into various matters.
The mess Obadiah made left Stark Industries vulnerable. Lots of its stocks were in the open market. The company also lost a lot of its value because Tony announced he would stop manufacturing weapons. The current Stark Industries was in a lot of mess.
...
Pepper barged into Tony's underground lab, "Why didn't you come to the meeting today? You are the backbone of this company. Many investors are dumping their shares. You need to show them that we can survive without weapons too."
"Oh come on, Pepper. Everything's gonna be fine." Tony shrugged without a care.
"No, nothing's gonna be fine. If someone with ulterior motives buys those shares then you can say goodbye to your own company. We need money, you must have absolute control over the company if you still want it to be called Stark Industries." She got angrier.
"Then use the money from my account, problem solved."
Pepper shook her head, "Not enough, you will still need 6 billion dollars to become the 51% owner. Before you say we should loan it, I talked to the banks and they want your Ironman Tech as collateral."
Tony suddenly realized what trouble he was in and left his work and sat down on a couch nearby.
"I'll do something. Maybe a new invention can prove that we are still in good. Getting money is going to be hard." He thought.
"Please tell me if you have any ideas. I'll be in the office." She left angrily.
Tony just sat there and looked at the ceiling.
~They want my suit, my company, and even my life. I'll show them what I can do. But what about the money.~ he mumbled and soon got back to working on his new armor.
...
Alexander was in the bar, Amy sat beside him and ate burgers.
"What are you going to do today, Amy?" He asked.
"Ummm, go to Mexico and paint a desert or maybe go to big sis Medusa. She's been sad as she hasn't seen Loki in a while." She cheerfully announced.
"Hahaha... Oh, Odin is trying to talk to me." He suddenly felt a voice directly in his mind.
"How are you, my friend?" Odin asked. His voice didn't feel cheerful.
"What happened, Odin?" He inquired.
"My foolish son, Thor, nearly made war with the Frost Giants of Jotunheim. He's grown too arrogant and for that I have stripped him of his powers and sent him to Midgard. I want him to learn his lessons. Can you help me mold him into a king, my friend?" Odin asked.
"But don't you have two sons? Haven't you told Thor and Loki that one of them will be king since they were small? What would Loki think when he sees you trying so hard to make Thor, king? He'd think that you are taking sides. I will help you teach your son. But you should also focus on Loki. You adopted him as your son. Treat him like one." Alexander advised.
Odin didn't speak for a few seconds. He genuinely thought about his behavior. He couldn't deny that he was biased towards Thor.
"Yes, you are right. Perhaps I've been too biased. I nearly forgot that it's not the Kings that makes Asgard. It's the Asgardians. I will heed your advice and talk to Loki. Thank you, Alex."
"Haha, no thanking in friendship, Odin. I'll go and check on your son." He cut the mental connection.
"Amy, my dear. I am going to New Mexico. Do you want to come?" He asked.
For some reason, Tony felt relaxed and told his problem, "Well, for starters the government wants to turn Iron man into a personal weapon. Then there's the mess Obadiah left behind. I need money to retake my company's stocks and become the majority stakeholder so I can work. Tell me, can you fix that?"
"Hmm... How much money do you need?" Alexander nonchalantly asked.
"Huh... Leave it, Old man. You can't help it. I want another burger by the way and do you home deliv...." He got interrupted.
"How much?" Alexander asked again.
"Six Billion Dollars... Satisfied now?" Tony got a bit annoyed.
Alexander started to fiddle into his pocket.
"Glanpa, here you go." Amy cutely handed him the cheque book.
"Thank you, sweetheart"
Alexander then wrote a check of 6 billion dollars and handed him the cheque. "Here, return it when you can."
Tony took it laughingly, "Is this some jok..."
He stopped speaking as Jarvis spoke up, "This is real sir. I checked it, the cheque is real."
Tony quickly looked back up and found that the old man wasn't there. The girl was missing too.
"Where did he go, Jarvis?" He asked.
"I don't know, sir. It's like he just vanished" Javis sounded even more confused.
"I am starting to doubt your usefulness, Jarvis," Tony mumbled.
"I can only be as smart as you make me, sir." Jarvis retorted.
"Wait... Did you just call me dumb?" Tony argued back.
Doby came with another plate of burgers, "Here you go. Anything else?"
"Yes, yes... Who was that old man?" He inquired.
"Oh, that was the part-time bartender. I can't tell more than that." Dobby left him alone.
~Hmmm... I like mysteries, and also solving them.~ Tony internally thought.
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