If the energy conduction in Kang the Conqueror's suit shared a striking similarity with Kamar-Taj's runes—
Doesn't that mean someday in the future, Kang pulled off something like what Tony Stark's up to now?
Turning Kamar-Taj's runes into tech?
If that's the case—
Ronan rubbed his chin, his mind drifting to some pretty intriguing possibilities.
"So, what's your takeaway?"
Ronan shelved his thoughts for a sec and prodded Tony Stark for his angle.
Since he'd dropped this big discovery, there had to be some explanation or idea coming next.
Might as well hear him out.
"What I'm saying is, since we've figured out that in terms of energy flow, this suit's got some overlap with your magic—"
"I need you to help me check if the other parts I can't crack have traces of spells too."
Tony Stark laid out his request.
It was a fair ask, especially after this breakthrough.
If Ronan pitched in, who knows what unexpected wins they might score?
But Ronan shook his head.
"Here's the thing—when it comes to this tech stuff, I'm basically clueless."
"Even when I got my hands on this suit, I poked around myself and came up with zilch."
"So, odds are, I'm not gonna be much help."
The Marvel Universe is a weird place.
Science can explain the mystical, even sub in for it in some ways.
But the mystical? It doesn't mesh with science so easy.
Put it this way: science can dumb down the mystical, but the mystical can't make science arcane.
That's the gist of it.
"Alright, guess it's just me then."
Tony Stark shrugged. He wasn't about to push Ronan.
He knew full well the suit's inner workings were a beast—forget Ronan, even your average scientist might not spot anything.
And Ronan? Just a regular high school kid.
"But I've got a middle-ground idea."
Ronan grinned, his expression turning a bit cryptic.
"What's that?"
Tony Stark raised an eyebrow.
"Remember how I promised I'd take you to where we train in magic?"
Ronan brought up an old commitment.
Back when Tony first learned Ronan's real deal and got a taste of magic's wonders, he'd been itching to visit Kamar-Taj.
Just never had the chance.
"I remember."
"But what're you getting at?"
Tony Stark wasn't catching on yet.
"Since you're so hooked on our magic, why not study it yourself?"
Ronan said it like it was no big deal.
But Tony Stark, hearing that, froze.
He hadn't expected Ronan to drop that.
"You mean—"
For a second, he couldn't process it.
"Kamar-Taj will open part of its library to you—but not the deeper spells."
"Of course, if you manage to master magic at Kamar-Taj, those deeper secrets will open up to you step by step."
"It all depends on whether you've got the knack for being a mage."
Ronan's words hit like a vibranium bomb.
Tony Stark never dreamed Ronan would greenlight him browsing Kamar-Taj's library.
And teach him magic, no less.
"Wait."
"Wait, wait, wait."
Tony's chair rolled back a couple steps—he still hadn't snapped out of it.
"Normally, aren't you guys supposed to guard your traditions like crazy and not just hand them out?"
"And the books say you mages aren't big on sharing knowledge."
That's how Tony had always seen it.
Way back, he'd wanted to borrow Kamar-Taj's library and soak up some mystical know-how.
Even if he couldn't become a mage, more knowledge never hurt.
But in his mind, mages were this secretive bunch—rarely showing their faces.
They treasured their legacy so much, they'd hardly teach it to outsiders.
In Eastern terms, it's all about fate.
So, as Ronan's buddy, he'd always thought asking was a stretch and never brought it up.
But today, Ronan threw it out there himself.
"You're talking about wizards—and the narrow-minded kind with no vision."
"Kamar-Taj has always taught freely, so long as you've got the talent for magic."
"Any regular person who finds us gets a stint of training at Kamar-Taj."
"In the end, whether they stay on as full-time mages or head home to live normal lives, we don't meddle."
"Our only rule? No flashing Kamar-Taj magic out in the world."
Ronan shook his head. Kamar-Taj never had a "no outsiders" rule for learning magic.
Anyone who found Kamar-Taj—whether under the Ancient One or Ronan—wouldn't get turned away.
Because Kamar-Taj's gig is protecting Earth.
More people, more power—Earth stays safer.
"But you—"
Tony almost blurted it out.
He meant: if you can't show magic in the world, how come Ronan gets to?
"Simple. I'm the Sorcerer Supreme—I've got the juice to not get nabbed by any Earth faction."
"We don't let them flaunt Kamar-Taj magic partly to stop them from using it for evil, and partly to keep them safe."
"After all, tons of mages out there only pick up the basics."
"What they learn mostly heals their bodies' ailments."
"So if they get spotted, every power out there's gonna lock onto them. The fallout? You can guess without me saying."
Ronan glanced at Tony with a smirk.
Tony nodded.
He got that part crystal clear.
He didn't know about other countries' bigwigs, but America's? He knew them well.
They'd kill to control that kind of power—probably for some shady experiments too.
"Got it."
"So, I can learn magic, huh?"
Tony double-checked.
Even now, he wasn't sure this was real.
Ronan just grinned and gave his shoulder a light pat.
"Relax, man. I promised you, so you're definitely gonna learn."
"But it's all up to your talent."
Ronan eyed Tony, his mind drifting to something else.
A mage-version Iron Man…
Not a bad idea, right?