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As they looked around, they ca across a young kid who seed to be all alone and appeared lost. Bonnie felt bad and stepped forward. She bent her knees to keep her forehead at the sa height as the kid's and asked,

"What's your na, kid? Where are your parents?"

"I... I've been told that I shouldn't talk to strangers," the kid replied.

"That's correct. But are you lost?" Bonnie asked, impressed by the kid's awareness.

"I... I ca here by flying with my aunt. Can you find my aunt for ?" the kid asked.

"Sure, what's your aunt's na? I can have them announce her na so she can co and get you," Bonnie said.

"I... I don't rember her na. I call her Aunt May," the kid replied.

The mont the kid spoke those words, Liam looked deeply at him. Yup, he was the child version of Peter Parker. The last he rembered, this kid was saved by Iron Man at the Expo when the robots ca for him while he was wearing the Iron Man mask, being a big fan of his.

Now, in this new tiline, Iron Man hadn't yet declared to the world that he was Iron Man, which ant that this kid had co all the way from New York just to see the Expo. Yeah, he was a born nerd. anwhile, Bonnie told Peter to wait while she directed their bodyguard to find Aunt May and announce her na to the people around.

In around ten minutes, a quite beautiful middle-aged woman ca running in and hugged Peter. She was relieved to see her nephew safe and well, as she had feared that she had lost him. She also thanked the trio for helping them. Liam proceeded to give her his business card.

May didn't think much at first, but when she read through the card, she was dumbfounded.

"Oh my... I-I'm so sorry! I had no idea you were the founder of Marvel and a sponsor of this event. I didn't even recognize you!" May said, flustered.

"Sponsor might be a bit of an exaggeration," Liam replied with a small smile. "Stark Industries just did us a favor by adding our na to the event. Our product's showcase is at the end of the day—hope you'll stick around. And if your nephew ever decides to look for a job in the future, I'd love for him to consider our company."

"You really think he's that bright, huh?" May asked with a chuckle.

"Absolutely," Liam said.

"Well, if he ever chooses that path, I'll make sure he keeps your company in mind. Thank you again," Aunt May said before thanking them once more and heading off.

"You probably scared her off with the job offer," Bonnie teased. "The kid's way too young to even know what he wants yet."

"Haha, trust . That kid's going to be sothing special," Liam said.

"Yeah, I doubt that," Bonnie smirked.

"Let's make a bet," Liam said.

"..."

Evening.

The stage at the Stark Expo radiated with bright, shifting lights as thousands of spectators gathered in eager anticipation. The air buzzed with excitent, a blend of curiosity and sheer admiration for the genius that was Tony Stark.

And tonight, he wasn't alone.

"Ladies and gentlen, the future is here! Please welco… the visionary, the one and only—TONY STARK!" A booming voice echoed across the venue.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Tony strolled onto the grand stage with his signature confidence, dressed in a sleek dark suit with a smirk that could charm the entire front row.

"And," the show host continued, holding up a finger, "I'm not the only one bringing sothing revolutionary tonight. Because, folks, let's be real—every great mind needs another to challenge it. To push boundaries."

"Please welco, Liam Woodworth!"

As Liam stepped onto the stage, a wave of murmurs swept through the audience. He was relatively unknown to the public, but the ones who had followed Stark Industries closely knew him as a prodigy, a rising force in advanced technology.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Tony, what kind of mind-blowing tech are you about to show us this ti? Is it a flying car? 'A toaster that also makes coffee?'" The narrator laughed. "No, my friends. This is sothing far more important. Sothing that can change the landscape of defense as we know it."

"For decades, shields have been used as a ans of protection. But what if defense… wasn't just about stopping an attack?"

The giant screen behind them lit up, showing a sleek, transparent orange colored shield prototype mounted on a testing rig.

"Ladies and gentlen, let introduce to you the latest in next-generation defensive technology. A shield that doesn't just block bullets and missiles…" He paused, grinning. "It sends them back." Tony added.

Gasps rippled through the audience.

With a nod, Liam gestured to the screen, initiating the live demonstration. The footage cut to a controlled test site. A chanical turret locked onto the shield and fired a barrage of bullets. The mont they struck the surface, an intricate energy layer flickered alive, absorbing the force—only for the bullets to reverse trajectory and be flung straight back to their origin with deadly precision.

The cara then panned to a second test: a missile launch. The projectile soared toward the shield, only for its energy field to curve the missile's path mid-air, launching it back toward a dummy target and detonating on impact.

"As you can see," Liam continued, "this technology is more than just defense. It's a deterrent. A ans to ensure that any attack launched is an attack returned."

"And before you ask—no, this isn't so sci-fi gimmick. This is real. This is happening. And soon, we'll be working to implent it where it matters most. I have said and I have kept my word to stop the Stark Industries from making any weapons, but that doesn't an that the Stark Industries wouldn't add to it's defense."

The crowd roared in approval as the two n stood before the world.