C846 The Picky Tony

Tony Stark, ever the perfectionist!

Crash!

Once again, Tony's body thudded onto the test bench, his face etched with fatigue.

"I swear, once I've mastered this ancient language, I'm done learning new ones!"

Beside him, Bozi gazed at Tony's pallid complexion and bloodshot eyes with deep concern.

"Tony..."

She bit her lip, pausing before finally exhaling a deep breath