Monaco was alive with a frenetic energy that only the Grand Prix could bring. The streets buzzed with the hum of supercars and the chatter of excited spectators, all gathered to witness the high-speed spectacle. The normally serene Mediterranean city had transformed into a playground for the rich and famous, with glamorous yachts lining the harbour and luxury boutiques teeming with eager shoppers.

As Harry and Pepper arrived in Monaco, the city's vibrant energy mirrored the anticipation of their upcoming business meeting. The clear blue skies and the shimmering Mediterranean served as the perfect backdrop for the bustling city that thrived on luxury and high stakes.

As they made their way to the Prette family's lavish office at the heart of Monaco, Pepper couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. This meeting was crucial. Philippe Prette and his wife Kika were long-time business associates of Stark Industries, renowned for their ventures in manufacturing gold, diamonds, and other precious stones for acclaimed jewellers. They had approached Pepper, who had recently been appointed as the CEO of Stark Industries, with a new business proposal. The significance of this deal was not lost on her; it was an opportunity to mark the beginning of her tenure with a substantial and promising partnership.

They were welcomed warmly by Philippe, whose office exuded the opulence and charm that their brand was famous for. The Prette family had always been synonymous with elegance, a reputation that extended to their business dealings. After exchanging pleasantries and discussing the grandeur of the Monaco Grand Prix, they settled into a spacious, sunlit room overlooking the picturesque harbour.

"Ms. Potts," Philippe greeted warmly as they entered his lavish office. "It's a pleasure to finally meet face-to-face and discuss this exciting new venture."

"As I was in the area, I couldn't resist the opportunity to see you in person," Pepper replied, her smile radiant. "How are you and Kika doing?"

"We're well, thank you," Philippe responded, his eyes twinkling. "Kika will be joining us shortly; she's the mastermind behind this new business venture we're exploring."

Philippe then turned his attention to Harry, his expression one of genuine admiration. "And you must be Harry Potter, the legendary consultant. Your reputation precedes you. In business circles, you're known for your negotiation skills and innovative solutions. Everyone dreams of collaborating with you, hoping for those out-of-the-box ideas that can transform the industry."

Harry, feeling a bit shy from the praise, offered a modest smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Prette."

Philippe nodded appreciatively. "With Ms. Potts at the helm of Stark Industries and your strategic acumen, you two make a formidable team. Though some may be sceptical about Pepper's new role as CEO, those who know you understand that you're poised to take the business world by storm. I've heard nothing but admiration and respect for what you've already accomplished together."

Pepper glanced at Harry. "We're eager to hear more about your venture, Philippe. Let's make this meeting a productive one."

As they took their seats, Philippe's wife, Kika, joined them who was carrying the proposals of the business plans.

Pepper continued the conversation, "So, what did you want to discuss, Mr. Prette? I thought APM was doing well. How can Stark Industries assist?"

Philippe leaned forward, his expression earnest. "APM is indeed thriving, but we're looking to expand our product offering. While we are a reliable manufacturing company, we want to establish a jewellery brand as well. And we aim to launch it with a significant impact—a global brand with shops in all major metropolitan cities. We want to make a statement. However, we lack the necessary funds for such an ambitious launch. Considering Stark Industries' interest in diversifying its operations, I propose that Stark Industries invest in this venture with a 30% stake in the company."

Pepper nodded thoughtfully, exchanging a quick glance with Harry. "That's an ambitious plan, Philippe. And it certainly aligns with our goals of diversification. But let's delve into the specifics. What kind of investment are you looking for, and what are the projected returns?"

Kika chimed in, her voice confident and clear. "We're looking at an initial investment of $50 million. With this, we plan to establish flagship stores in key cities like New York, Hong Kong, Paris, Tokyo, and London. Our market research indicates a strong demand for high-end jewellery with unique designs, which is where our expertise in manufacturing and design comes in. We believe that with Stark Industries' backing, we can achieve a 20% market share within the first two years."

Harry leaned back, contemplating. "That's a substantial investment, but the returns are promising. However, we'd need more than just a financial partnership. Stark Industries prides itself on innovation. We'd want to ensure that our technological expertise is integrated into this venture to create a truly unique brand. We could explore the use of advanced materials, sustainable practices, and perhaps even smart jewellery that incorporates technology."

Philippe's eyes lit up. "That's precisely why we approached you. Your reputation for innovation precedes you. Integrating advanced technology into our jewellery line could set us apart from the competition."

Pepper nodded, considering the proposal. "We're interested, but we need to ensure this partnership is mutually beneficial. A 30% stake is significant. We'd need assurances on the return on investment and a clear plan for how the integration of our technology would work."

Kika responded confidently, "We're prepared to offer Stark Industries a preferential return on investment for the first five years, ensuring you see returns faster. Additionally, we're open to collaborating closely with your R&D department to develop the technological aspects of the jewellery line."

Harry leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "We'd also want a say in the creative direction of the brand. Our goal is to create something that's not only profitable but also innovative and market-leading. We'd need regular updates and a seat on the board to ensure our visions align."

Philippe and Kika exchanged a glance, nodding in agreement. "That's acceptable," Philippe said. "We're excited about the prospect of working with Stark Industries to create something truly groundbreaking."

Pepper smiled, extending her hand. "Then we have a deal. Let's draft the agreement and get started."

As they concluded the main discussion, Pepper leaned in slightly, a playful smile on her face. "Before we wrap up, there's one more thing I'd like to request, Philippe and Kika. Harry here is planning something special, and I'd like your expertise on this."

Harry looked momentarily shy, but Pepper continued, "Harry's planning to propose to his girlfriend, and I thought who better to design the engagement ring than the best in the business?"

Kika's eyes sparkled with interest. "We'd be honoured, Pepper. Designing a unique piece for such an important occasion would be a privilege."

Pepper nodded, her smile widening. "Exactly. This will also give you an opportunity to test out your new product line with a high-profile client. It's a win-win."

Philippe looked at Harry, his smile warm. "Harry, we'd love to help. Tell us more about what you're looking for."

Harry, still a bit shy, glanced at Pepper, who gave him an encouraging nod. "Well, she deserves something truly special," he began. "Something elegant, but with a touch of uniqueness. She's...one of a kind."

Kika smiled warmly. "We'll make sure it's perfect. Let's set up a time to discuss the details and ensure the ring is as extraordinary as your proposal."

Pepper squeezed Harry's shoulder affectionately. "See? You're in good hands. This is going to be amazing."

As the meeting wrapped up, Philippe and Kika escorted Harry and Pepper to the entrance of their office building. Philippe and Kika bid them farewell, promising to be in touch soon about the ring design and the new venture.

Just as they stepped outside, a sleek, black Rolls Royce pulled up. Behind the wheel was Happy Hogan and Tony Stark was seated in the back seat waving enthusiastically. "Need a lift, you two?" he called out with a grin.

Harry and Pepper exchanged amused glances before heading towards the car. "Hop in! We're heading to the Hotel de Paris to see the race."

They slid into the plush leather seats, and Happy accelerated smoothly, navigating through the bustling streets of Monaco. When they arrived, Happy parked the car and they all stepped out to the Paparazzo. When they got into the hotel, to their surprise, Natasha Romanoff, in her undercover identity as Natalie Rushman, was waiting for them, looking impeccably professional. She greeted Tony with a polite nod. "Mr. Stark," she said, her tone crisp.

Pepper shot Harry a questioning look, clearly expecting him to have some insider information. Harry simply shrugged; his expression as puzzled as hers. "I had no idea," he confessed, shaking his head.

"When did this happen?" Pepper asked, her shock barely concealed as she looked at Tony.

"What? You made me do it," Tony replied defensively, his hands in the air as if surrendering.

"I made you do what?" Pepper pressed, her brows furrowing in confusion. Pepper's eyes narrowed as she took in Tony's nonchalance. "You're so predictable, Tony," she said with a hint of exasperation. "You've had this idea in your head ever since you met her, and you acted on it without a second thought."

Before Tony could retort, Natasha, sensing the brewing storm, gently tugged him away, giving Pepper a subtle nod of apology. Harry stood to the side, caught between the two, and offered a weak shrug.

Pepper turned her piercing gaze on Harry. "I understand Natalie's your girlfriend, but this—" she gestured toward the scene unfolding before her "—this has to stop."

Harry looked uncomfortable, his eyes darting between Natasha and Pepper. "I didn't know about this either," he said, trying to defuse the situation. "It's all news to me."

As Tony walked away, trying to calm Pepper, Harry turned his attention to Natasha, his frustration evident. He approached her with a slight frown. "What are you doing here?"

"My job," Natasha replied, her tone steady but guarded.

"Which part of your job requires you to be Tony's personal secretary?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Natasha's gaze remained unwavering. "The part where I need to prepare a comprehensive report on Tony's character profile. It's part of my current assignment."

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly. "You could have just asked me for the information. Instead, it feels like you've manipulated your way into this situation."

Natasha's expression remained calm, but her eyes showed a flicker of frustration. "I know, Harry. But this is how I operate. I needed to get a closer look to understand Tony's behaviour and interactions better."

Harry sighed, his frustration not entirely abated. "I get why you're doing this, but it still feels like you're stepping over boundaries. I just wish you would have discussed it with me first."

Natasha's voice softened slightly. "I understand, Harry. I really do. But sometimes, to get the most accurate assessment, you need to be directly involved. I didn't mean to upset you."

Harry looked at her, the irritation in his eyes mingled with understanding. "I know you have your reasons, and I trust your judgment. It's just... it's hard when it feels like things are being done behind my back."

Natasha nodded, a small, reassuring smile appearing. "I appreciate your understanding. I'll make sure to communicate better next time."

Leaving Harry behind, Natasha continued to do her job as Tony's secretary and started to negotiate with the manager for the seats that Tony wanted. Finally, Natasha secured the coveted window seat Tony had been adamant about, one that offered a stunning view of the road that was to be used in the Grand Prix.

Harry and Pepper approached the table, their steps more relaxed now that the drama had subsided. They took in the elegant setting—crisp white linens, gleaming silverware, and the subtle scent of fresh flowers in a vase at the center. The view of the bustling streets below, with the vibrant Grand Prix festivities in full swing, provided a picturesque backdrop that was almost calming in contrast to the earlier chaos.

Pepper took her seat and looked up at Natasha, who was preparing to pull up a chair. "Natalie, now that we've managed to wrangle a table, why don't you join us for lunch? It would be great to have a moment to unwind and enjoy the view together."

Natasha, momentarily caught off guard by the invitation, allowed a genuine smile to spread across her face. "I'd be delighted," she said, her tone reflecting her appreciation. She gracefully slid into the seat opposite Harry and Pepper, the casual elegance of the setting contrasting with the earlier tension.

Pepper adjusted her seat slightly, ensuring she was comfortable. She glanced at Natasha, who had joined them with a poised, almost regal demeanour. With Tony off to the restroom, it was the perfect moment for a more personal conversation.

"Natalie," Pepper began, her tone warm and sincere, "I feel like we're meeting in the most unexpected of circumstances. On behalf of Tony, I want to apologize for everything you've had to endure. He can be a bit overwhelming at times."

Natasha's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Ms. Potts, it's perfectly fine. I understand that Tony can be quite eccentric. In fact, I've grown accustomed to his unique style of management. But this role has given me a valuable opportunity to learn and grow. Plus, my work with Tony is just a temporary arrangement. I'm genuinely excited about the prospect of working with you more closely once you're fully settled into your role as CEO."

Pepper's eyes softened, touched by Natasha's response. "Thank you for understanding. It means a lot to hear that. I'm looking forward to collaborating with you, too. Your reputation precedes you, and I'm sure your skills and insight will be invaluable."

Natasha's gaze met Pepper's, reflecting a mutual respect. "I'm excited about the future as well. And despite the unconventional start, I believe this is a step in the right direction. It's not just about working with Tony; it's about being part of something larger, something that we can shape together."

As the soft murmur of conversation filled the air and the clink of cutlery provided a comforting backdrop, a sudden and jarring announcement broke the tranquillity. The television screen showcased Tony Stark in a gleaming F1 suit, proudly declaring himself as the driver of the Stark F1 team. The image was as dazzling as it was alarming, and the room's relaxed atmosphere was immediately shattered.

Pepper's eyes widened in horror. She barely had time to process the sight before her, her composure unravelling like a poorly tied knot. "Natalie, do you know about this?" she asked, her voice trembling as she tried to keep her panic in check.

"This is the first time I've heard about this," Natasha responded, her own alarm barely masked. She had been expecting Tony to make waves, but this was beyond anything she had anticipated.

"This cannot happen," Pepper said, her voice rising in desperation. Her face, usually so poised and collected, was now a canvas of concern. The reality of the situation hit her hard. "I need you to get Happy immediately. He needs to stop this before it gets out of hand."

"Right away," Natasha said. She could sense the urgency in Pepper's tone and knew that swift action was required.

Pepper's gaze darted anxiously between Natasha and Harry. "What is he doing? Why is he doing all of this?" she demanded, her frustration clear. The uncertainty and chaos of the situation overwhelmed her.

Harry, watching Pepper's distress, could only shake his head in confusion. "I don't know what's going on in his head," he admitted, feeling equally perplexed.

From Harry's perspective, the Grand Prix was rapidly turning into a nightmarish spectacle. As he watched the television screen, his heart raced with mounting anxiety. The race had started smoothly, but everything changed midway through the fifth lap.

A figure appeared on the track—a man whose clothes ignited to reveal a chest strapped with an Arc Reactor. In his hands, he wielded menacing electric whips. With a deadly swipe, he sliced through an F1 car, sending parts flying and chaos erupting. The crowd's gasps and screams filled the air, making Harry's hands clench into fists.

Pepper, her face a mask of panic, spotted Happy with the Iron Man suit briefcase and rushed to him. Harry, instinctively wanting to help, tried to follow, but Natasha's firm grip stopped him. "There are too many people here, you can't use your magic. Let Tony take care of the assailant. You be on standby just in case something happens." Harry's frustration was palpable, but he nodded, reluctantly accepting Natasha's logic. He sat back down, eyes glued to the screen, his mind a whirlwind of worry.

Harry watched on as Tony's car was under attack. The assailant was wreaking havoc, slicing off the front of Tony's car and causing multiple crashes. Tony, barely escaping a gruesome fate, was outmatched. Harry winced as Tony tried to fight back, using his wits to dodge the assailant's relentless attacks. Tony's quick thinking was able to cause an explosion from the electric whips striking the spilt fuel, briefly separating the two adversaries.

When Pepper and Happy arrived in their car, crashing it into the assailant and momentarily knocking him out. Tony seized the chance to equip himself with the portable Iron Man armour that he had brought. Harry's eyes followed every movement, his heart pounding as Stark donned the suit and engaged the assailant in the middle of the track.

The battle was fierce. Tony fired repulsor rays, only for the assailant to block the attacks with his own armour and tighten the whips around Tony's neck. Harry held his breath as Tony was thrown across the track, the suit's systems straining under the assault.

With sheer determination, Tony wrapped the whips around himself, closed the distance to the assailant, and landed a series of punches. Finally, Tony tore the assailant's Arc Reactor from his chest. As the police took the assailant away, Tony, exhausted and battered, crushed the broken Reactor in shock.

Harry exhaled deeply, feeling a mix of relief and concern. Despite Natasha's insistence on staying put, his worry for Tony had been relentless. Watching the battle unfold, he realized how close they had come to disaster and hoped that their troubles were finally over.

The roar of the crowd had faded into an unsettling silence as emergency crews swarmed the racetrack, assessing the damage and tending to the injured. Tony, bruised and still catching his breath, was being escorted by security towards a more secluded area. Harry watched on the television, controlling his urge to be the hero. He also noticed the weariness in Tony's steps and the haunted look in his eyes. This wasn't just physical exhaustion. Harry knew something was not right and he had to talk with Tony about it. The chaos had died down, but the tension lingered like a cloud over Monaco.

The day had quickly descended into utter chaos after the attack. The Monaco Grand Prix had turned into a battleground. Now, the aftermath was unfolding in a frenzy of flashing cameras, urgent voices, and media chaos. Reporters swarmed the scene, their microphones thrust forward as they shouted questions at anyone they could corner. The cacophony made it nearly impossible to get a clear sense of what was happening, and Harry found himself caught in the maelstrom, desperately trying to get hold of Tony, Pepper, or Happy. His calls went unanswered, the static on the other end of the line only adding to his growing frustration.

He glanced over at Natasha, who, despite the chaos, remained composed and focused. Her eyes were scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant, but Harry could see the gears turning in her mind. She was already working on a solution, and he needed her expertise now more than ever.

"Nat," Harry called out, his voice cutting through the din. "I need you to use your S.H.I.E.L.D. contacts to find out who that assailant was. We need to understand who we're dealing with."

Without a word, Natasha nodded and the two made their way to their room at the Hotel de Paris. In the privacy of their room, Natasha contacted S.H.I.E.L.D. to request everything they had on the Assailant. Within a few hours, she received a detailed report and quickly skimmed through it. As she read, her expression darkened, and Harry could tell the news wasn't good.

Natasha handed him the report, her voice low but clear as she summarized the contents.

"Ivan Vanko," she began, her voice low and sharp, cutting through the noise like a blade. "Born February 15, 1968. His father, Anton Vanko, was a physicist who helped Howard Stark design the Arc Reactor."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Vanko… I've heard that name before."

Natasha nodded grimly. "You should have. But this story isn't about scientific triumph. It's about a legacy of bitterness and revenge. After Howard Stark accused Anton of spying, Vanko was deported back to the Soviet Union, where his life was ruined. He was stripped of his reputation, his wealth—everything. The man fell into a spiral of alcoholism and despair, but it wasn't just his own life he destroyed. He dragged his son, Ivan, into that abyss with him."

Her gaze locked onto Harry's, the tension between them palpable. "Ivan grew up under the weight of his father's hatred, nurtured on stories of how the Stark family had ruined them. He didn't just inherit his father's intelligence—he inherited that deep, burning resentment. And he wasn't content to let it fester. He became a physicist, like his father, but his brilliance was twisted by bitterness. In 1993, he was caught selling Soviet-era weapons-grade plutonium to Pakistan. He spent 15 years in one of Russia's harshest prisons."

"And that's our assailant," Harry said, his voice tight with concern.

"Yeah," Natasha replied, her tone dark and foreboding. "And he got help from a known Enemy of Tony's. The Ten Rings helped him to get here so that he could come here. The same group that captured Tony in Afghanistan. They've got their hands in this, and Vanko is their latest weapon."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine. "So, this isn't just a personal vendetta."

"It's far more than that," Natasha confirmed, her voice like steel. "Vanko is here to destroy everything Tony has built. He's here to dismantle Stark Industries, to bring down the Stark name. What his father couldn't do, he's going to finish."

Harry stared out the window, his eyes following the fading light as it surrendered to the warm, golden glow of the streetlights and the vibrant flicker of neon signs. The world outside moved on, indifferent and distant, almost unreal in its normalcy compared to the storm brewing within him. Each passing moment felt heavy, laden with the questions and concerns that had been swirling in his mind since the chaotic events at the Grand Prix. He waited, his thoughts a whirlwind of worry and anticipation, for Tony to arrive.

It took another hour before Tony finally walked through the door. The minutes had stretched endlessly, every tick of the clock amplifying Harry's unease. When Tony entered, he carried with him the weight of the day, his usual swagger muted by the ordeal they had just endured. Harry didn't waste a moment, immediately asking the others to leave the room. This conversation needed to be private, just between the two of them.

As the door clicked shut, a tense silence filled the space. Harry and Tony sat across from each other in the opulent suite, the once-luxurious surroundings now a backdrop to the gravity of their exchange. The weight of the day's events hung in the air, palpable in every glance and unspoken word. Tony leaned back in his chair, his face a mask of exhaustion and concern. The flickering light from a nearby lamp cast long, wavering shadows that seemed to deepen the lines of worry etched into his features. His gaze was fixed on the floor, avoiding Harry's eyes, as if searching for answers in the intricate patterns of the carpet.

Harry, equally somber, sat with his hands clasped tightly together, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back the frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. His expression was a conflicted mix of concern for his friend and a firm resolve to address what had happened. The usual spark of confidence in Tony's eyes was dimmed, replaced by a vulnerability that Harry had rarely seen.

"Who was that guy?" Harry asked, his voice steady.

"A dead man walking," Tony replied, his tone sharp but weary.

"Tony," Harry pressed, "When I saw you after the fight, you didn't look right. What's going on?"

Tony leaned back, deflecting. "I just got into a fight. Of course, I wouldn't look fine."

"That's not it, and you know it," Harry said, eyes narrowing. "You looked drained like wearing that suit took something out of you. Is everything okay?"

Tony hesitated, then whispered, "The palladium core... it's poisoning my blood."

"So. Are you dying?" Harry's voice was laced with both disbelief and genuine concern.

Tony's eyes met Harry's, a flicker of vulnerability showing through his usually confident demeanour. "Don't tell Pepper," He said quietly, a trace of pleading in his tone.

Harry's brow furrowed in frustration. "She needs to know this. You can't keep her in the dark."

Tony's expression hardened slightly, a blend of defiance and resignation. "I will tell her, but I need a bit of time. It's not just about me; it's about how she'll handle it."

Harry leaned back in his chair, frustration etched into his face. The room was dimly lit, the shadows reflecting the gravity of their conversation. "How did we even come to this, Tony? When you had the arc reactor installed in your chest, I warned you that it was dangerous. You said you'd look into it and find a solution. Where is that solution now?"

Tony looked weary, his expression mirroring the weight of the situation. "I've been consulting with the best doctors available to remove the sharpenels. However, there seems to be no safe way of doing it currently. The medical equipment doesn't exist yet for such a complicated surgery that is so close to the heart. The medical procedures and tools required are still in development, and progress is painfully slow. I'm working on it with the doctors, but the development has been slow."

Harry's eyes narrowed, frustration giving way to concern. "What about alternatives? Replacing the palladium with something less toxic? Have you tried other materials?"

Tony shook his head, a mixture of frustration and resignation in his eyes. "I've explored every possible option. Different alloys, compounds, you name it. None of them have proven viable for the arc reactor. The technology is just not there yet."

Harry's mind raced as he tried to come up with a solution. "What about creating a new material entirely? You're a genius, Tony. If anyone can develop a new metal or compound that could replace the palladium, it's you. Think about it. This is your domain. You've innovated in ways no one else could even imagine. You might just be able to crack this."

Tony's gaze shifted, a flicker of hope mingling with his exhaustion. "A new material… It's a bold idea. If anyone could do it, I suppose it's me. But it would require a lot of research and experimentation."

Harry nodded determination in his voice. "Exactly. You've always been at the forefront of technology and innovation. If anyone can solve this, it's you. I know you can do it. And you'll have to hurry—every second counts."

Tony sat in thoughtful silence, the gears in his mind already turning. "Alright, Harry. I'll see what I can do. Thanks for the push. Sometimes, I need someone to remind me of what I'm capable of."

Author's Note:

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