While the outside world was in chaos, Eric's home was as calm as ever, his experiments had made a breakthrough and it wouldn't be long before the missing ten percent was made up!
For this long-awaited victory, Eric has cut off all contact with the outside world and closed himself off in his lab.
"So boring, Future, when will Eric get out?" Skye lounged lazily on the couch, pouring a stream of coke into her mouth from time to time, that movement, that look, it was exactly the same as when Eric was lazy.
"Miss, according to my calculations, Sir's experiment will take at least 180 hours to complete."
"A week? Jesus!" Skye rolled over, buried her face into the sofa and then didn't move a muscle, living like an ostrich ...
"Miss, you can invade Citibank for fun if you're bored." Future's voice was devilish and full of temptation.
Unfortunately Skye was not moved in the slightest, her little head hidden in the couch didn't even move, "I already hacked into it last time, their firewall isn't as good as Uncle Stark's, it took less than ten minutes to break through, no fun."
"Oh, well, let's try to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D. this time then?" It had to be said that Skye's programming skills were truly impressive, she had designed an emotion simulation system that allowed the future to bring to life the helpless tone of a human.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?" At the name, Skye immediately pivoted and knelt on the couch, her bright eyes staring at the screen on the wall, leaping to her feet, but immediately wilting, "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database can't be accessed externally, the most we can do is hack into their outer layers, no fun."
The future on the screen made a shrugging motion and lulled again, "Miss, there is a message that might interest you."
"What news?" Skye barely lifted her eyes.
"Tony Stark held a press conference to announce the news that Howard Stark is still alive."
Skye sniffed, "I already knew about this."
"But you didn't know about this!" A video popped up on the screen and the image instantly caught Skye's attention.
It showed Obadiah, with the help of his staff, getting into a very imposing looking battle armour, with all sorts of weapons being added to it, and one look alone was sure that it must have some serious firepower.
"What is this?"
"Obadiah's modified Iron Monger, inspired by Tony Stark's Mark I built in the Middle East, it weighs ..."
On the screen, a design was displayed by Future, the data on it was clear, complete and identical to that in the computer at the Obadiah Research Centre.
Since the last time she had taken over Stark Industries' network, Future had left a secret door in the middle of Stark Industries' network, Stark Industries had no secrets for her.
"What's he going to do?" Skye couldn't read the data on the battle armour and wasn't interested in that, she just wanted to know what Obadiah was trying to do.
"According to the calculations, there's an eighty-six percent chance that he's trying to kill Tony Stark." Future quickly gave the answer.
Skye's eyes lit up at that, "What about Uncle Stark? Eric said he's working on a new battle armor too, are the two of them going to fight? It'll be great to see!"
Future quickly pulled up the surveillance video of Stark's villa, on it was a large pile of unfinished battle armour parts, the only ones that were actually put together were the legs.
"Mr. Stark's battle armor isn't finished yet, from the data, Mr. Stark has added quite a few new things into the armor, his armor will be more powerful, but it also extends the development cycle of the armor."
"Which means that Uncle Stark doesn't have a battle armour?! He's in danger! Future, tell ... Oh wait!" Skye was just about to tell Future to inform Eric, but immediately stopped, her eyes glowing, "Future, let's go save Uncle Stark!"
"Let's go save Mr. Stark? But sir he ..."
"Eric is in the lab right now, he can't control us!" Skye jumped off the couch excitedly, "Who told him not to play with me, let's go have some fun ourselves."
"But you don't have access to ..."
"It's coming up!" Without waiting for Future to say anything, Skye skillfully summoned the virtual keyboard, her hands fluttering quickly as a pair of butterflies, and in the blink of an eye she had cracked the permissions Eric had left, "Done!"
"Yes, Miss, do I need to inform Miss Psylocke or Mr Barton?" Gaining more access, Future stopped dissuading Skye.
"Never! I still want to try my ring!" Skye hastily refused, holding up her right hand and showing off the ring on her thumb.
It was a gift from Erik, from one of Mandarin's Ten Rings, the Ring of Shock ( the one originally worn by mandarin on his right index finger ). Skye would later awaken to the Inhuman bloodline and gain the ability to vibrate, and giving her the ring now, so that she could first familiarise herself with the ability to vibrate, would only do her good and no harm for the future.
Speaking of the ring, Skye wanted to laugh for a moment. When Eric had very casually given her the ring that day, instead of reaching for it, she had asked him with wide eyes, "Are you asking me to marry you?"
Eric just sputtered, with a look of horror that Skye thought she could remember for the rest of her life!
"Skye, what the hell were you thinking in that little brain of yours? You're my daughter! This ring is ..."
Eventually, with Eric's explanation, Skye was very happy to have her first piece of magical equipment, the only downside was that Skye's hands were so small that the ring was a little loose even on her thumb ...
"Miss, if you want to go and save Mr. Stark, I suggest you can hide your appearance."
"Hide? With a mask?" Hearing the suggestion of the future, Skye's mind immediately conjured up quite a few images of heroes on TV, it seemed, and they all wore masks, just a little different, western masks cover the eyes and eastern masks cover the mouth ...
"It's not just the mask, sir has a full outfit for you." Gaining more access, Future sold Eric out in the blink of an eye, revealing even his hidden gear.
"Is it battle armour too?" Looking at the small to large array of battle armour lined up on the screen, Skye was a little surprised, "Eric made this for me? Why are there so many? And in different sizes?"
"Sir made your first suit of battle armour when you were eight years old, and it has been renewed twice a year since then, until now."
"Eight years old?!" Skye's eyes widened, "Why?"
"To keep you safe, but it hasn't been used."
"Get me the latest battle armour!" A sweet smile played at the corners of Skye's mouth, "Let's go meet the Iron Monger!"
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