Chapter 7 - Open Your Eyes!

Author: KAIOSHIN

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Note: This is one of my first fanfics. English is my second language and I'm still learning it, so don't expect the most impeccable writing from me. I had this idea for a while and I wanted to bring it to life, so I started writing. I appreciate any helpful feedback. Also, again I don't own anything except my own MC and I don't want to offend any party. This is just for entertainment. enjoy~

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Previously:

"You will have to take responsibility for the changes. But I won't throw you into a magical world without any information or guidance," Yao said, now with a smile.

"Well, now it seems like we won't be sealed. Not even dead. So, we're fine," Tony thought about accepting. But before he could do that...

"What the hell does this have to do with anything? I didn't understand a thing. What I do know is that you two seem to know each other. And that you have some kind of magic and want to teach Tony or something," Peggy said, a bit angry at being left out of the conversation. After all, there's nothing more dangerous than a scorned woman.

"Exactly. I'm here to train you, Tony. To become the next Sorcerer Supreme of Earth!" the Ancient One said, now with a broad smile.

(A/N: Tony Stark's POV, third-person narrative.)

"What the hell! Seriously? I don't want to be forced to work for free!" Tony exclaimed with a mix of confusion and anger. After all, he didn't sign up for this shit. Even though he wanted to learn magic, he didn't want to be fully immersed in it.

"Well, you don't have much of a choice, do you? Think big, Tony Stark. Without you and Stephen Strange, what would happen to the universe? After all, everything is inevitable!" the Ancient One questioned, looking sharply at Tony Stark. Despite Tony's attempts not to show a reaction, together with his suit and his ability of organic manipulation (Biokinesis), the hairs on his arm stood up, knowing well what was coming and would always try to come in every universe. But the main question is how strong he is here?

Ugh!*

Tony, who took a deep breath and closed his eyes to think, questioned himself. ["What if Stephen Strange wasn't in Infinity Wars? What if he didn't stop Dormammu? Everything would have gone to hell for sure. Dormammu would have turned this whole world into his home until someone stronger got tired of him and wiped him out, of course. And in Infinity War, there wouldn't be the information about the only possibility for them to survive, well except for me. Damn it! That's if we follow the movies. The Ancient One isn't a woman here, but a man. Which means, since it can be a mix of everything in the Marvel universe, in other words... Mutants! Damn it! No more mutants in this shit, and fucking Jean Grey, probably the Avatar of the Phoenix Force, completely crazy like Jiraya!"] Tony chaotically thought about what the hell universe he is in. After all, he was just enjoying the good things in life because he's a billionaire, but now he realized someone is screwing him without even spitting to lube it up! (A/N: There are people here where I live, Brazil, who say, 'He's turned into Jiraya,' which means he's gone crazy. And about spitting to help with lubrication, throw the first stone if you've never done that.)

After thinking for a while, Tony will make a counterproposal to the Ancient One. After all, he intends to defend the Earth, but he doesn't want to stay in Kamar-Taj.

"This doesn't work for me. I can't be fully committed to a group, as I also intend to use my knowledge to create many things for the betterment of humanity. I cannot, in good conscience, accept this," Tony stated his reasons clearly for not accepting the role of Sorcerer Supreme.

"I will be a student of the mystical arts, and I genuinely intend to help the Earth. Well, not just"That way doesn't work for me. I can't be fully devoted to a group because I also plan to utilize my knowledge to create many things for the betterment of humanity. I cannot, in good conscience, accept this," Tony firmly expressed his points in refusing to become the Sorcerer Supreme.

"I will become a student of the mystical arts and genuinely aim to assist the Earth. Well, not only in times of need, but also in advancing technology in the world," Tony nodded, accepting each part of his own speech.

"But I can't become the next Sorcerer Supreme. Being the Sorcerer Supreme is a full-time job, and I can't accept it," Tony said with sorrow in his voice.

"I understand, but either way, I will retire. After all, my death is a fixed point in time. Unless the individual wants to be erased by the tribunal. In any case, I need a successor," the Ancient One said, returning to the main point of the conversation, which was about their deserved retirement. Although in their case, it's death or a journey through the multiverse, who knows...

"Okay, I won't create the cure until Stephen Strange joins Kamar-Taj. I'll hold back Doctors Helen Cho and Maya Hansen. That way, the main projects that could cure Dr. Stephen Strange won't be made," Tony spoke, as he had to reconsider his strategies on how to proceed.

"How cruel of you, Mr. Stark. Not to cure a man you could cure," the Ancient One sarcastically remarked to Tony.

"Everything for the greater good. I learned from the best. Of course," Tony said softly to the Ancient One, taking a jab at him.

"Are you done?" Peggy interjected, feeling upset at being ignored again, this time eating all of Tony's fruits.

"Now, can you explain to me what's going on here? I know it has to do with magic, someone's future. Stephen. Sorcerer Supreme. But other than that, I still don't understand the intricacies of how it relates to us," Peggy stated, her mind confused about Kamar-Taj since she had no information about sorcerers in SHIELD.

"Well, let me explain," Tony began, discussing the Order of the Mystic Arts in Kamar-Taj, possible futures, alternate timelines, or, so to speak, different realms, and much more.

Rubbing her forehead, Peggy continued pondering, "This is really much more complex than a war to eradicate Hydra." She recalled the Second World War when she sought information as a secret agent.

Tony and the Ancient One exchanged glances when the word "Hydra" was mentioned, as they both knew it wasn't over yet; it had only just begun.

"By the way, I brought this book for you, Tony," the Ancient One said, displaying the book's cover.

"How to Teach Magic to an Idiot, Part 1."

"Seriously, did you have to give such a name to a magic book?" Tony asked, a bit doubtful, as the Ancient One didn't let a mischievous smile escape.

"Why are you showing me this book about chakras and spiritual energy?" Tony asked, recalling something in his mind.

"Well, Stark, I believe I can call you that; after all, 'Mr. Stark' seems to be used for someone much older. In any case, the concept of creating a structure in programming, like you did when programming your artificial intelligence, involves defining instructions and constraints for your program, specifying a value in a function to receive a corresponding response," the Ancient One continued, trying to explain in a way that Tony Stark could understand, drawing an analogy to programming.

"Wait, wait. What do you mean I know the function in my head, and I will execute it like a program, like the source code of the universe or something?" Tony skeptically said, looking at the Ancient One, wondering how the hell he would have a program in his own body. But then Tony thought, ["Isn't it similar to the cells in the body, programmed for each function within themselves?"]

"I'm sure you've heard of a man who lost the ability to walk but, through learning, he regained it. I convinced him that he could walk again," the Ancient One said, looking at Tony with a serious gaze, but this time, for some reason, both of them were already standing, and there was a chair behind him. It sent a shiver down Tony's spine.

Swallowing hard, Tony asked skeptically, "Are you suggesting it was psychosomatic? When you reconnect a severed nerve, is it you who heals it or the body?"

"It's the cells. The cells are programmed to... regenerate in very specific ways. Right. And what if I told you that your own body could be convinced... let's say, to heal itself... to regenerate in various ways?" the Ancient One affirmed, and Tony didn't like where this was going at all.

"I know how to realign the spirit... to better heal the body. Well, you've seen several images before, right?" the Ancient One asked to see if Tony was following along.

"Chakra points, acupuncture, MRI scans. I understand all that context, but honestly, I don't understand why you need to show me this to achieve the desired result, which is magic," Tony spoke, but as he said it, he almost regretted it, as it seemed the Ancient One was expecting some kind of blunder.

With a smile on his face, the Ancient One began to respond. "Each of these maps was crafted by someone who could see in part, but not the whole. You're a man looking at the world through a keyhole. You've spent your entire life trying to widen that keyhole... to see more, to know more. Now, when you hear that it can be widened... in ways you can't imagine, you reject the possibility," the Ancient One spoke, causing Tony to squirm a little.

"I can see it in your eyes, Tony. You don't believe, you may know that it's possible, but you don't believe it. All you need to do now is open your eyes!" He moved quickly and placed his hand on Tony's forehead.

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Alternate Title: The Ancient One gets the others high.

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