Grandpa Universe In Multiverse

Chapter 155: A Small loan of 6 Billion Dollars

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.

"Yayyyy" she rejoiced.

Then Alexander noticed a customer coming into the bar. It was very rare for someone to come due to filter magic. If someone was able to come then it meant that they were either some noticeable character of Marvel or someone in an emergency.

But the current customer was a special one. After all, it was Tony Stark.

Tony simply came and sat on a stool in front of the bar counter.

"Finally I had time to come here. I've heard a lot about this place. That it serves the best burgers in the world. I've tasted your whiskey and there's no denying it's the best." Tony remarked.

"Yes uncle, uncle Dobby makes the best burgers," Amy added as she took a bite of her own cheezy burger. Tony gulped saliva when the pleasant smell hit his nose.

"Yes... I will take two burgers and a Firewhiskey." He ordered.

Dobby went to cook and Alexander gave Tony his whiskey.

"Here you go." He poured a glass.

Tony picked it up to drink but then his eyes met with the photo frames hanging behind Alexander. The glass nearly fell from his hand from the shock.

"W-Why is my dad in that picture?" He confusedly asked. Tony and Howard didn't have a very loving relationship. So Tony never found out much about his father's past. Most of the documents were also protected by S.H.I.E.L.D so it was even more impossible for him to learn about his father.

Dobby walked in with a plate of burgers. Alexander didn't answer as he was just a random old man currently. But Dobby was the official son of General Dobby. He was currently going by the name Dobby Junior.

"Those are some personal pictures of my father from world war." He answered.

"Yes, I can understand that much, but why is my father in so many of them? And why does he look so intimate with that old man? Look at that one, he's sitting on the old man's back," Tony pointed to various photos.

"Oh, didn't you know? Your father was the unofficially adopted son of America's Old Man, General Alexander Maxim Universe." Dobby revealed.

Alexander nodded his head cheekily spoke, "Ah, what a great man he was."

For Tony, it was like a bomb. He just realized that his father was so much more than just a grumpy old man. That his father had a huge past.

"What else can you tell me about him?" Tony enthusiastically asked.

"Umm, I heard all this from my father. After General helped Howard and his mother get away from his abusive father, he brought them to this building. Where they lived for the next many years. That apartment is still as it was back then, you know. Howard also loved Burgers and Firewhiskey and was a regular here." Dobby informed.

"Thanks for telling me that. I'll eat my Burger now." Tony stated, deciding that he'd do more research later.

Dobby left after that. Tony happily ate the burger and drank whiskey. Thinking that his father ate the same thing while probably sitting where he sat now.

"Forgive me if I'm intruding but you look troubled. I saw your Congressional hearing and they aren't going to leave you anytime, son." Alexander spoke while looking at the mute news channel.

Tony also looked and saw his name on the screen. "Oh, they can whine all they want. Iron Man is my private property... But Stark Industries might end up being someone else's if I don't do something,"

Alexander acted like he didn't know what the kid was talking about. So he asked, "What's the problem?"

Tony looked at him and said sarcastically, "So the old bartender can solve Tony Stark's problems?"

Alexander didn't look tad bit offended and just laughed, "Haha, you can try. Big surprises often come in small packages."

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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