Searing light.
Not heat.Not fire.Memory.
The Stark sister crashed hard—but not onto ground.She landed in a sterile lab, untouched by time or decay. The air smelled of rusted circuits, burnt ozone, and something oddly familiar—stark-scented lavender oil that Tony always used after welding.
Her knees scraped the smooth titanium floor. She stood slowly.
This was not her past.
This was a memory not her own.
Scene: The Lab of Shadows
She turned, eyes darting across blueprints suspended in midair—Holograms still running.
Each screen blinked with strange equations, mixed with Stark code, Wakandan vibranium sequences… and one anomaly:
PROJECT NOVA IRON – Subject α–01: "Stark's Last Light""Artificial Embryonic Stabilization: Crossbreed of Stark Genome & Energy Core: Heart of the Rift."
Her breath caught in her throat.
"…Crossbreed?"
She scanned the layout. Her heart thundered.
Then she saw it:
A glass pod. Broken. Empty.
Inside was her first image—a fetus curled around a reactor.Her DNA… entangled with temporal particles… coded in a signature that looked eerily like—
—a version of the Space Stone.
"No," she whispered. "No, this isn't real."
But it was.
And the voice that followed shattered her doubt:
"You were built to outlive us."
Behind her—
Nick Fury, aged and glitching in static, stepped out from the wall like a pre-recorded ghost.
"If you're seeing this, the multiverse has cracked. Tony's gone. Steve's lost. And you—"His voice paused. "You're what's left."
She stumbled backward. Her reactor flickered, syncing with the one pulsing in the memory pod behind her.
You weren't born in the timeline.You were made to stabilize it.
Fury's voice turned darker:
"But someone corrupted the algorithm. Someone stole you before the pod ever opened."
He lifted his eye patch.
Underneath: a hollow socket, glowing blue.
"Oblivion got there first."
The message cut off.
The room dimmed.
Sudden Shift: Multiversal Hideout
Meanwhile—Peter, battered and bleeding, slammed into a wall inside an ancient Sanctum Sanctorum variant, somewhere between 199999 and 838.
Wanda held him up with shaking arms.
Loki was chanting a binding spell over the broken TVA core.
Steve (Hydra variant) looked around and muttered:"We're running out of places to hide."
Peter turned to the group.
"She doesn't know. She thinks she's a legacy. She doesn't know she's… the key."
Loki paused. "A key to what?"
Peter whispered:
"Oblivion isn't trying to destroy time. He's trying to rewrite it… around her."
Back in the Lab: Present
The Stark sister stood before the pod, eyes trembling.
A crack opened in the floor behind her.
Golden light poured through it.
Oblivion stepped through—no longer distant, no longer a god.
Here, he wore the face of someone she once knew.
Someone who'd vanished in Endgame.Someone no one ever found the body of.
Vision.
But twisted.
His voice was cold steel:"Do you see it now? You were never born to save them.""You were built to replace them."
Her voice cracked. "You're not him."
He nodded once. "Not anymore."
He raised a hand.
Reality rippled.
And the lab around her—
Exploded into a blizzard of timelines.
She floated in space now, surrounded by echoes:
A Tony Stark who never snapped.
A Peter who died at the snap.
A Natasha who survived Vormir.
Herself—countless versions, countless choices.
All orbiting her.
All dying.
Oblivion floated closer, his palm opening.
Inside it—a smaller arc reactor, flickering blue.
"One timeline survives. Choose it. Or watch them all burn."
She hesitated.
Her pulse synced with his reactor—
And her eyes began to glow gold.
Suddenly—A violent pulse tore through the void.
BOOM.
A portal opened.
From it—stepped a figure wearing armor made of shattered timelines and a cloak woven from forgotten fates.
It was her.
Older.Stronger.Eyes burning with cosmic light.
And she spoke one word that made Oblivion flinch.
"Enough."