Ian stood in the center of his base and watched the materials soar through his room. Biffle watched from the corner as Ian built the armor with his mind. It had been three, maybe four weeks since Biffle had decided to be his ally. Friend.

Ian glanced at him with a small smile. The man's face was watching the armor form with awe. Biffle had never seen Ian's telekinesis powers work quiet like this. The most Biffle had ever seen was Ian moving some wood across the ground, but these powerful resources flying through the air and mending together to slowly form the draconian armor was new to the man with a monocle.

Ian turned back to the slowly forming armor right in front of him. He had to put his full focus into it if he wanted to finish the two armor sets quickly.

Hours passed. Biffle took care of Ian and talked to him, making sure that Ian knew he was welcomed by someone. Ian like that. It was a nice change to the cold shoulders the others were giving him.

When he finally finished the armor sets, Ian was drained. He flopped onto the couch. The base they were in was located in a different dimension. Biffle had built it for him, a sign that he was to be trusted.

After all, Biffle had created a bond with him.

"You did it!" Biffle congratulated Ian, sitting down beside him and offering him a glass of water. Ian took it gratefully and drank the refreshing liquid.

"What will the others think when they see I have draconian armor like you do?" Biffle asked carefully.

"They don't know?" Ian asked. Biffle shook his head. "They will soon enough. We are going to take Sigils' infinity stone, after all."

Biffle's eyes widened, "What? We are?"

"You really thought I would let them keep the most powerful stones in existence? Of course we are stealing them back. I even have a head start," Ian flicked his hand and a pedestal flew into the room with his gauntlet perched on top. Every stone was in place except one.

The Soul Stone.

Biffle stared blankly at the pedestal as Ian gingerly removed it and placed it onto his hand.

"So...so we're just going to kill him?" Biffle asked numbly.

"No, but if it gets messy...I expect you to clean it up," Ian turned to stare at Biffle. He stared back. Ian was testing his loyalty.

"Ok. I will."

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Word Count: 417

A/N: "I'll also point out that's less of a head start and more of an almost completed goal."