章 125: Royal Lineup
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The long-awaited day of the Stark Expo, coupled with the marriage of his sister to Tony Stark, finally arrives. The anticipation in the air is palpable, as the world prepares to witness an event that promises to be nothing short of spectacular. The sun dips toward the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the venue as Sunset, along with the other butlers and maids, arrives first. Their task is to ensure that every detail is perfect—every flower in place, every chair aligned, every piece of silverware gleaming. Sunset moves with practiced grace, coordinating the staff with precision, knowing that tonight's event will be remembered for years to come.
As the evening draws near, the first waves of reporters and media crews arrive, eager to capture every moment of this grand occasion. Camera flashes light up the twilight, and microphones are tested as the world's press gathers to document what is being hailed as the wedding of the century. The guests begin to take their seats, murmuring amongst themselves as they eagerly await the arrival of the evening's stars.
Soon, the low hum of an approaching vehicle stirs the crowd. The first car enters the scene, and it's clear from the murmurs of excitement that this is no ordinary arrival. The car, sleek and polished, is now synonymous with Max—a man who has become a figure of intrigue and admiration. As the car glides to a halt in front of the grand staircase leading to the venue, the crowd parts instinctively, making way for the man who has captivated so many.
Edward, the ever-loyal servant, steps forward and opens the door with a flourish. Max emerges, exuding confidence and authority. He holds out a hand, helping Selene from the car. Together, they make a striking pair. Max is dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, with a vibrant red rose pinned to his blazer—an elegant yet bold statement. Selene, equally stunning, wears a flowing red rose dress that accentuates her beauty, complemented by a delicate black rose circlet adorning her wrist. The two of them pause for a moment, allowing the media to capture their entrance. The cameras flash wildly as they pose, their expressions serene yet commanding, before making their way into the venue.
As the evening progresses, more guests arrive, each one more illustrious than the last. Dignitaries, celebrities, and powerful figures from all corners of the globe gather under one roof, making this wedding truly the event of the century. The atmosphere is electric, filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, as the world's elite come together to celebrate.
After several hours, the venue is a sight to behold, teeming with individuals of such power and influence that the gathering could easily be mistaken for a royal coronation. The grand ballroom is filled to capacity, a glittering sea of gowns, tuxedos, and sparkling jewels. The air is thick with the weight of significance, as if the very walls of the venue are straining to contain the collective presence of so many powerful beings.
High above the throng, hidden away on a secluded balcony, Pepper and Tony observe the scene below. Tony's eyes widen in shock as he takes in the sheer magnitude of the gathering. "Really? What kind of person is your brother?" he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Pepper, her gaze softening as she watches Max move through the crowd with effortless grace, smiles. "The best a sister can hope for," she replies, her voice filled with pride and affection. A single tear escapes, trailing down her cheek as she continues to watch.
But Tony is not easily reassured. He glances nervously around the room, sensing something that makes his skin crawl. "I meant, I sense some powerful people—powerful enough that they could level this entire planet just by releasing their aura," Tony murmurs, his face betraying his unease. There's an edge of trepidation in his voice, as though he's on the brink of realizing something monumental.
Pepper, sensing his discomfort, turns to him with a calm expression. "Relax, Tony. They're all under my brother's control," she says, her tone steady, though her words do little to ease Tony's mind. She walks over to a nearby mirror, adjusting a stray lock of hair as though the situation is perfectly normal.
Tony, however, isn't so easily convinced. "And that's the most disturbing part," he mumbles under his breath, watching Max from a distance. His mind races with questions. "How can a teenager hold this much power and act like it's nothing?" he thinks to himself, trying to comprehend the enigma that is Max.
As the night goes on, the grandeur of the event only deepens, with every moment steeped in the mysterious power that Max seems to wield effortlessly. The wedding becomes not just a union of two souls but a symbol of something far greater—a moment in time where the forces of the world converge under the watchful eye of a young man who, despite his age, seems to hold the fate of the world in his hands.
Nick Fury, usually the epitome of composure, found himself sitting in a shadowed corner of the grand venue, shivering like a frightened kitten. It wasn't just the grandeur of the event or the sheer number of influential figures gathered here that unsettled him; it was something far more ominous. Recently, thanks to a newly acquired technique from the Holy Knight, Fury had learned to use Observation Haki—a powerful ability that allowed him to sense surroundings and also the true strength of those around him. And what he was sensing now sent chills down his spine.
He cast a furtive glance at the blond-haired teenager standing across the room, effortlessly commanding the attention of the President of the United States. The teenager's casual demeanor, the way he spoke with ease and confidence, belied the immense power Fury could feel emanating from him. To anyone else in the room, the boy might have seemed like just another guest, perhaps a bit more poised or charismatic than the rest. But to Fury, who could now see beyond the surface, the teenager was nothing short of terrifying.
'He holds enough power to rule over Earth—or this wedding is going to the Third World War,' Fury thought grimly, his eyes darting around the room. The atmosphere was charged, not just with the excitement of the celebration, but with an undercurrent of tension so thick it was almost suffocating. The very air seemed to vibrate with the latent energy of the powerful beings assembled here, each one a potential threat on a scale Fury had never before encountered.
Unlike Tony, who at least had some insight into the situation, Fury was kept in the dark about the true nature of this gathering. He didn't know that over 95% of the powerful individuals here were under the control—or perhaps protection—of the blond-haired teenager. All Fury knew was that he was surrounded by beings so powerful, they could wipe out entire civilizations with a mere thought. And yet, here they were, attending a wedding, mingling as if this were just another social event.
The more Fury thought about it, the more the pieces began to fall into place. The casual conversation, the relaxed atmosphere, the almost blasé attitude of the guests—it was all a façade. Beneath the surface, this gathering was a tinderbox, and the teenager was holding the match. Fury's mind raced with the implications. What if something went wrong? What if the balance of power shifted, even slightly? The consequences could be catastrophic.
His paranoia was all over the place.
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