[Third POV, Year 2001, Eleventh Loop, 13th of April, Adrian's Studio]
"LET'S FUCKING GO, HAHA! HELL YEAH, NOW WE ARE COOKING!"
That was the reaction our protagonist had to the information his father brought to him. As for what it was?
[Flashback]
Our protagonist was in his room, sitting on a chair at a table, writing in a piece of paper some notes like which things to get for specific sounds in the music he was making, the word Phonk, and even a little drawing of a flower with a face.
"I'll have to start trying to master more of my determination after I accomplish my plan," he mumbled.
Just as he was about to keep writing, the door to his room busted open. Spinning to look, Adrian shot up from the chair and jumped five meters back across the floor — but before he could take a combat stance, he quickly recognized it wasn't Bucky breaking in. It was his father.
"You... goddammit, Dad, you almost gave me a heart attack! And I'm five years old!"
"Hahahaha, sorry, sorry! It's just that look at what arrived today!"
Holding up a laptop, Edwin rushed forward and showed the screen to his son. Adrian glanced from his father to the laptop, reading the email on-screen, mumbling some parts aloud.
"Hi Mr. Edwin... Stark Industries? LRAD seems like a promising device... chat with more depth and profundity... confirm meeting..."
Pulling his eyes away from the laptop, Adrian looked sharply at his father, his voice changing to a calculating tone.
"Looks like my plan worked. We were noticed by Stark Industries. That means we should confirm a meeting with them. However, please call our lawyer before that and ask about things we should keep in mind when meeting with Stark Industries so we don't get taken advantage of."
Just as Adrian finished and was about to put away his paper, Edwin spoke again, this time with a funny, slightly weirded-out tone.
"So... just that? No emotional outburst? No excitement? At least a smile or something, you know? I thought you'd be happy about this."
Sighing, Edwin closed the laptop and scratched his head.
"I mean, I am excited, it's just that now we can't afford to be overtaken by it since the goal is finally in sight, you know?"
Adrian walked to the door of his room, passing by his father.
"You know, Adrian, sometimes I think when I talk to you, I'm speaking with someone my age. And you're only five, you know that?"
Looking somewhat worried at his son, Edwin glanced at the paper Adrian had put away as his son exited.
"That just means you're a five-year-old in brain, Dad, hahahaha."
Firing back that last line, Adrian walked off toward his soundproof studio.
[End of Flashback]
With a huge grin, Adrian couldn't even sit down, excitement and energy practically overflowing from him.
"Now, I need to wait for the meeting date and prepare myself. I think this is truly the timeline right now."
Pulling up his Save Screen in his mind, Adrian looked at the Save option.
"I think it's finally time I use you again. Going back to the starter point is mentally exhausting."
And with that, after all those loops, after years of going back and not being able to physically grow, Adrian decided to save again.
{After countless regressions, you finally feel like you made a step in the right direction. The thought of finally being closer to achieving your goal fills you with DETERMINATION.}
{File Saved}
{SaveFile 1}
{Adrian, 13 Years}
{Studio, Earth}
{Save, Load, Reset, Erase}
Letting out a relieved sigh, Adrian turned on his laptop and got to work.
"Now, let's introduce some Phonk to this era. Oh, and I should start making some websites — I need to learn more programming as soon as I can."
With that, Adrian dove into making more music, specifically recreating Neon Blade by Moon Deity.
Time passed quickly, and after Edwin wrote a response confirming the meeting, we finally arrived at the big day at Stark Industries.
Arriving at the building, the father-and-son duo parked their car and walked toward the entrance, Edwin carrying an envelope, Adrian lugging a big backpack.
"Please stop where you are, sir. Can you tell me your reason for being here? Access to the facilities is restricted to employees and people with a meeting permit issued by the company," a security guard said, stepping in front of them.
Edwin held out the envelope. "I think this is what you're talking about."
The guard took the envelope, opened it, and read one of the papers inside.
"Permission for a man and a child, father and son, meeting schedule... reason for meeting private... firm... alright then. When you enter, just go straight until you find the receptionist. Give her the envelope and follow her instructions."
Handing the envelope back, the guard opened the door, letting them through.
Edwin and Adrian followed the directions exactly, heading to the receptionist. After confirming everything and answering some questions, the receptionist made a short call and then asked them to wait a moment.
Within a minute, a man arrived.
"Please follow me, I'll take both of you to the room where the meeting will take place."
The duo followed the man down the hall until they reached a room with a large table, a projector on it, and a TV screen with wheels in the corner. But the most important things in the room weren't the objects — they were the people.
Two men stood side by side, chatting lightly, one of them glancing at his watch and mumbling something only enhanced senses could hear.
"Damn it, Tony, late again..."
The two men were: the scientist from the R&D section who had proposed the idea of weaponizing soundwaves like cannons — and none other than the Iron Monger himself, Obadiah Stane.
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Author Note: Slighly late because i'm brainstorming for tomorrows chapter
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