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Aria nodded slightly.
"Understood," she repeated. "Beginning search now."
Her eyes dimmed as her internal systems activated. A holographic screen appeared above the desk, filling the room with maps, satellite images, and data streams.
"Filtering results," Aria said calmly. "Parameters set: large landmass, high biomass density, no registered population, limited air and sea traffic."
Sharon folded her arms and watched the display.
"How long?" she asked.
"Initial candidates in thirty seconds," Aria replied. "Final shortlist in three minutes."
Locations across the globe flashed past—remote Pacific islands, unclaimed landmasses near the southern seas, restricted zones abandoned after old military use.
Aria highlighted several options.
"Candidate one: uninhabited island in the South Pacific. Dense jungle. Privately owned, but available for purchase through shell companies."
"Candidate two: former research island. No permanent residents. Satellite blind spots present due to weather patterns."
Sharon leaned closer.
"Any risk of discovery?" she asked.
"Low," Aria answered. "With proper cover as a private resort project, civilian interest will remain minimal."
Sharon nodded slowly.
"Good. Narrow it down to the best option and prepare acquisition plans."
"Yes, Director," Aria said. "I will handle legal ownership, environmental reports, and construction cover stories."
Sharon exhaled quietly.
"Send the best one to Ethan," she said. "And keep this off the books."
"Already planned," Aria replied.
The holographic display shifted again as Aria continued working at full speed.
Minutes passed in silence as data continued to stream across the holographic display.
Then Aria spoke again.
"Selection complete," she said. "Primary recommendation: Island Theta-7."
The map zoomed in.
A large island appeared on the screen, covered almost entirely in thick forest. Mountains rose near the center, with no visible roads or structures. The surrounding ocean showed very little traffic.
"Location," Aria continued, "is in a remote stretch of the South Pacific. No permanent population. No protected status. Wildlife density is extremely high."
Sharon studied the details.
"Satellite coverage?" she asked.
"Intermittent," Aria replied. "Frequent cloud cover and electromagnetic interference from natural mineral deposits. Observation gaps average twelve to eighteen hours per day."
"That should be enough," Sharon said.
"Ownership?" she asked next.
"Currently held by a dissolved holding company," Aria answered. "Acquisition can be completed within forty-eight hours using layered intermediaries. No public trace."
Sharon nodded once.
"Good. Package it as a luxury eco-resort project. Limited construction, private access only."
"Understood," Aria said. "Environmental impact reports will be falsified within acceptable legal tolerance."
Sharon paused, then added, "No workers stay overnight. Everything automated or rotated."
"Already accounted for," Aria replied.
A secure file icon appeared on Sharon's desk display.
"Information sent to Ethan," Aria said. "Encrypted. One-time access."
Sharon leaned back in her chair.
"Every time he asks for something," she muttered, "it's never normal."
Aria tilted her head slightly.
"Statistical analysis confirms this statement," she said.
Sharon gave a short, tired laugh.
The scene shifted.
Ethan lay back on his bed, phone glowing softly in his hand as he read through the encrypted file Aria had sent.
Maps.
Satellite gaps.
Terrain data.
Wildlife density.
He nodded slowly.
"Hm. This will work," Ethan said to himself.
He sat up, his expression calm but focused.
"There's enough space," he continued. "I can detonate the devices deep inside the forest. No one will notice."
His eyes narrowed slightly as calculations ran through his head.
"I'll get tons of Transformium," he said quietly. "More than enough for multiple projects."
Adaptive armor.
Experimental weapons.
Particle infusion tests.
A small smile appeared.
"Yeah," Ethan said. "This is perfect."
He locked the file and lay back down, hands behind his head.
"Next step," he muttered, "preparation."
On the other side of the world, Sharon stood up from her chair.
She looked at Aria.
"Alright," Sharon said. "Start purchasing the island."
"Yes, Director," Aria replied instantly.
"Begin acquisition under the resort development cover," Sharon continued. "Use layered companies. I want zero attention."
"Already in progress," Aria said. "Funds are being routed. Legal transfer will begin within the hour."
Sharon nodded, satisfied.
"Good," she said. "Once ownership is secured, restrict access immediately."
"Understood," Aria replied.
The holographic display updated again, showing contracts being signed, shell companies dissolving, and ownership quietly changing hands.
Sharon exhaled slowly.
"I wonder what experiment he's planning now," she thought, a faint smile forming. "Knowing him, it's never something small."
Her expression shifted, becoming more serious.
"Still," Sharon reasoned, "I should inform Coulson. This is the first time Ethan is conducting an experiment outside a controlled environment."
She tapped her desk lightly.
"And if he's doing it off-site," she added silently, "it's probably dangerous."
Sharon picked up her phone and dialed a secure number.
After a brief pause, the call connected.
"Coulson," Sharon said calmly, "I need to inform you about something."
She glanced at the holographic display once more.
"Ethan has acquired a remote island under a private resort cover. He's planning an external experiment. Details are limited, but given his history, it carries a high risk factor."
She listened for a moment, then continued.
"I'm not asking for interference. Just backup if it turns out too dangerous."
Her tone was firm.
"If something goes wrong, I want us prepared."
Sharon ended the call and set the phone down.
She leaned back in her chair, eyes drifting to the slowly rotating image of the island.
"…Please don't blow up half the Island," she muttered.
Aria, standing nearby, tilted her head slightly.
"Based on available data," Aria said evenly, "that outcome cannot be fully excluded."
Sharon sighed.
"Of course it can't," she said flatly.
On the other side of the world, deep underground, Ivan Vanko's workshop was alive with noise.
Metal arms moved along rails.
Welding sparks flashed.
Heavy machinery hummed nonstop.
Ivan stood at the center, wearing only a sleeveless shirt, as he looked at the holographic screen and stimulate the armor's all systems.
His armor stood upright on a reinforced platform.
Completed.
Flight-capable.
Repulsors online.
Energy whips synchronized.
Reactor stable under extreme load.
Ivan looked at it without emotion.
"Good," he said.
Around the room, humanoid drones stood in rows—A whole army of bots he plan to unleash on Stark.