As the aircraft headed for the Estate Victor could see the trepidation on Dane's face. "A man's house is his castle, mine more literally than most so I've taken extraordinary measures to protect it, mostly to protect the staff while I'm away so I assure you it is a safe place to stay until we are ready to proceed. As far as your new mystical powers and equipment are concerned I believe I know someone who can help you to understand them better though admittedly he is a bit...eccentric." Speaking to Friday he asked her to make a call for him. Friday, please make a call to Doctor Steven Strange in Greenwich Village, New York City and inform him of our...unique new asset. Facing Whitman again he had an uneasy grin. "Magic isn't my forte either, but I'm not too proud to seek out an expert when I don't understand something."
"Ahh, splendid! You're always one step ahead of me, Mister Gibson!" Vic was pleased to see that Gibson brought him dinner, he really was the best at what he did and if it weren't for him Price would have probably worked until he starved. Taking out utensils to eat on the way home he was as always impressed. When he finished the meal he wiped his mouth with a napkin and sat back in his seat enjoying a glass of chilled white wine.
"I don't have time to read comic books anymore, good sir. Besides, I live a life of adventure better than any I've ever read. Speaking of how hard I've been working I've decided to take tomorrow off and rest, heavens know I could use the break." Vic couldn't remember the last time he took a day off, his employees had vacation time like most but their boss very rarely took one himself - he often worked so much that Gibson would find him asleep at his desk or in the Foundry on a simple cot so he could wake up and crack on with the work again. "Once I meet with Coulson, I think we deserve a long overdue vacation somewhere warm and sunny. What do you think, Mister Gibson?"