Of course there was a planet where vibranium was plentiful. They couldn't do anything on Earth without it being galactically ironic. Tipping the sword against his thigh, Tony started to search through the bag for this chip, meanwhile saying, "You bring me some, I'll make you anything you want." That might have been a risky promise, but if it got Tony a generous store of precious metal, it could have been worth it. Producing the chip, with a glance to Misty for confirmation, he scooted closer to her again to reach into the bench drawer and clip the alien piece into a pair of tweezers for JARVIS to scan. "Are you sure that won't be asking for rebellion-level trouble?" he asked. He could see the convenience if the rest of the galaxy had some kind of implanted debit system, but it didn't seem worth bringing down hell if it just connected Misty back to the planet she raised the hell on.