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The AllSpark's energy signature dimmed as Aidan retracted the cosmic artifact into his dimensional storage, its reality-warping presence leaving aftershocks in the local electromagnetic field that made his teeth ache. He floated out from the Wanderer's chest cavity, his boots touching down on Stark Tower's roof .
The stabilization device Dr. Selvig had constructed still hummed with residual energy, its sleek surfaces marked by scorch patterns and stress fractures from the portal's operation. The machine was a marvel of engineering iridium components providing quantum stability while the building's massive Arc Reactor had generated the incredible energy density needed to superheat the Tesseract beyond 1.2 billion Kelvin. The physics involved made Aidan's mind work overtime just to comprehend the mathematical elegance of interdimensional manipulation.
Around the device, space itself still rippled with residual effects. The high-level energy field that protected the Tesseract during operation created visible distortions in the air, like heat mirages rising from summer asphalt. Only equivalent energy levels or weapons derived from the cube itself could penetrate such defenses the kind of force that could level city blocks with casual ease.
"Thank you, you saved everyone!" Natasha's voice carried genuine relief as she approached, her usually perfect composure finally showing cracks. Sweat had plastered strands of red hair to her forehead, and her suit bore the scorches and tears of someone who'd spent the day fighting for humanity's survival.
"No, it's just a transaction," Aidan replied , . The mind scepter felt warm in his hands as he approached the stabilization device, its blue gem pulsing in harmony with the Tesseract's cosmic resonance.
He positioned the scepter's tip at the exact center of the energy field, where quantum fluctuations painted rainbow patterns across the air like oil on water. The insertion required perfect precision a millimeter off and the resulting energy cascade could level Manhattan.
BOOM...
The moment metal touched energy, reality convulsed. A shockwave of pure force rippled outward from the contact point, stirring Aidan's hair and sending loose debris skittering across the rooftop. The energy column that had pierced the sky like a blue spear wavered, flickered, and died its connection to infinite power severed by the scepter's anti-energy properties.
Above them, the portal began its death throes. The perfect circle of otherworldly light contracted with mathematical precision, its edges bleeding away into normal spacetime until only blue sky and white clouds remained. New York's familiar skyline reasserted itself against the cosmic backdrop, as if the invasion had been nothing more than a particularly vivid nightmare.
Aidan looked at Dr. Selvig, who was just beginning to stir from his mind-controlled stupor, and then at Natasha, whose green eyes held the hollow look of someone processing the magnitude of what they'd just survived.
"Do you want to go down with me?" he asked, as if offering them a ride to the corner store rather than descent from the site of humanity's greatest victory.
"Of course, that would be for the best," Natasha nodded quickly, relief evident in every line of her body language. The prospect of leaving this monument to near-extinction behind clearly appealed to her.
Street Level - Near Stark Tower
The scene at ground level was like something from a very expensive car show crossed with a science fiction convention. Several pristine vehicles had arranged themselves in a rough circle, their paint jobs gleaming despite the ash and debris that coated everything else in the immediate area. The most impressive was a massive red and blue semi-truck that looked like it had rolled off a movie set, complete with flame decals and chrome that caught the late afternoon light.
Parked nearby, a sleek fighter jet sat with the casual arrogance of military hardware in a civilian setting, its swept wings and angular surfaces making the surrounding cars look like toys by comparison.
"This is a Lamborghini Centenario, and I have one in my garage," Tony said as his suit touched down with repulsor-powered grace. His faceplate was already retracting as his eyes locked onto the black supercar with the hunger of a true collector. Without thinking, he reached out and rapped his knuckles against the pristine hood.
"Hey, hey! Don't touch me, Tin Man!" The response was immediate and dramatic. The Lamborghini's surface erupted in a cascade of shifting metal that defied every law of physics Tony thought he understood. Within seconds, where a car had been crouched a thirty-foot robot with optical sensors that blazed with distinctly offended artificial intelligence.
CLANG!
Hot Rod's massive finger flicked Tony's armored chest with the casual contempt of someone swatting a particularly annoying fly. The impact sent harmonic vibrations through the Iron Man suit's arc reactor, creating a bell-like tone that echoed off the surrounding buildings.
"Oh, oh, sorry," Tony said, taking several quick steps backward while holding up his hands in universal surrender. But even as he apologized, his engineer's mind was cataloging every visible detail of the impossible machine before him joint articulation, power distribution, the way light seemed to flow through optical fibers embedded in the robot's cranial structure.
That's when another arrival made itself known with considerably less grace.
BANG!
The Hulk's landing created a spider-web of cracks in the asphalt that radiated outward like abstract art. Dust and small debris fountained up around the green giant's massive frame as kinetic energy from his descent found somewhere to go. He straightened slowly, his massive head tilting with the curiosity of a child encountering something new and potentially interesting.
His black eyes fixed on Hot Rod with the kind of attention usually reserved for things he was considering punching.
"Aiden is here!" as the massive truck began its own transformation. Metal plates shifted and reconfigured with sounds like a symphony of machinery, hydraulics hissing as the Autobot leader assumed his full height. "Transformers, attend!"
The response was immediate. Ratchet, Ironhide, and the others began their own mechanical metamorphoses, each transformation unique yet following the same impossible physics that allowed mass and energy to flow like liquid while maintaining structural integrity. Within moments, a gathering of mechanical giants stood in respectful formation, their optical sensors all focused on the same point in space.
A portal began forming in the air above them red sparks dancing in perfect geometric patterns as reality folded in on itself. The dimensional rift stabilized with a sound like tearing silk, and through it stepped Aidan Parker.
His entrance was everything Hot Rod could have hoped for and more. Each footstep carried the weight of absolute authority, his eyes held the kind of confidence that came from reshaping reality according to personal preference, and the portal behind him cast dramatic shadows that would have made a Hollywood director weep with envy.
The moment would have been perfect.
If not for the sudden orchestral swelling that erupted from Hot Rod's internal speakers, complete with brass fanfare and what sounded suspiciously like the opening notes from a classic film score.
"Who played the music?" Aidan asked, his tone carrying the particular flatness that came from having one's dramatic moment thoroughly ruined.
"It was me. This song can bring out the momentum of the leader's appearance," Hot Rod replied with obvious pride, one massive arm raised in a gesture that somehow managed to convey both enthusiasm and a desire for approval. His optical sensors brightened as he waited for praise that any reasonable being would surely offer for such thoughtful staging.
Aidan was silent for a long moment, his expression cycling through several emotions that ranged from amused to resigned. "Very good. Don't do it next time."
"Idiot! Hurry up and turn it off," Ironhide's massive hand connected with Hot Rod's cranial assembly with a sound like a gong being struck by a sledgehammer.
"Why? This is the music played when the Godfather appears," Hot Rod protested as he killed the audio feed, his voice carrying the wounded dignity of an artist whose work had been unappreciated. During their time on Apex Island, the Transformers had become devoted consumers of the White Queen's film productions, with Hot Rod developing particularly strong opinions about dramatic presentation.
"I don't want to talk to you," Ironhide replied, his voice carrying the weight of someone who had endured far too much secondhand embarrassment for one planetary liberation.
"Hey, Tony... What's that smell on your body?" Aidan asked as he approached the group, his senses immediately detecting something that made his nose wrinkle involuntarily.
"I just got into a monster's stomach and wore my way out of it again," Tony replied matter-of-factly, lifting his arm to sample his own aromatic situation. His face immediately contorted in disgust. "This battlesuit should be useless."
The smell was indeed memorable part organic decay, part alien biochemistry, with undertones of digestive acids that had been trying to dissolve sophisticated technology for the better part of an hour.
Before anyone could comment further on Tony's unfortunate aromatic situation, another figure descended from the sky with considerably more dramatic flair.
"Aidan, have you seen my brother Loki?" Thor asked as he touched down, Mjolnir spinning in his grip with barely contained energy. Lightning still flickered around the hammer's head, residual charge from his recent battles painting brief afterimages across everyone's retinas.
"I have. I can send him over to you," Aidan nodded, then gestured skyward with casual authority. Red sparks began forming another portal, this one positioned directly above their gathering. "Catch."
In the distance, Loki had just begun to congratulate himself on successfully escaping the immediate vicinity of his brother's righteous fury when the ground simply disappeared beneath his feet. One moment he was standing on solid rooftop concrete, the next he was plummeting through a dimensional rift with his cape billowing around him like the wings of a very surprised bat.
BOOM!... Cough cough!
The God of Mischief's impact with Manhattan asphalt was neither graceful nor dignified. He lay stunned for several seconds, his usually immaculate appearance now thoroughly disheveled, before slowly raising his head to survey his new circumstances.
He was surrounded by Earth's mightiest heroes, several impossibly large robots, and one very irritated brother. The l situation could charitably be described as 'suboptimal.'
"I think we can have a glass of wine now," he said with forced levity, his smile carrying all the conviction of someone trying to laugh off a death sentence.
"I'll take them away first. Remember to call me when you want to leave," Aidan said, waving dismissively as he prepared to extract his mechanical allies from what was rapidly becoming a very crowded street corner. Sparks began forming beneath his feet as he floated back toward the Wanderer's control chamber.
The massive mecha descended through the air with grace, its bulk casting shadows across the assembled heroes. Optimus Prime immediately leaped upward, his transformation beginning even as he rose toward the opening chest cavity.
"Hulk, hurry up!" Aidan's voice carried clearly from a new portal that had appeared at ground level.
"ROAR!" The Hulk's response was characteristically direct. He launched himself through the dimensional rift with enough force to crack the pavement beneath his feet, disappearing into whatever destination Aidan had prepared for Earth's angriest defender.
"This ability is really convenient," Tony observed, his engineer's mind already working through the implications of casual dimensional manipulation. Magic was looking more attractive by the minute.
"He seems to have taken the scepter and the Tesseract," Natasha said quietly, her spy's instincts automatically cataloging the strategic implications of such powerful artifacts in private hands.
"Maybe you can try to get them back," Loki suggested with sudden cheerfulness, his smile carrying the kind of malicious amusement that came from watching others contemplate impossible tasks.
"Shut up!" Thor's response was immediate and percussive his fist connecting with Loki's jaw with enough force to rattle windows in the surrounding buildings.
"Has anyone ever tried shawarma?" Tony asked suddenly, his mind already moving past cosmic artifacts and dimensional warfare toward more immediate concerns. "There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I want to try it."
"Of course, but I think you seem to have forgotten someone," Natasha said, scanning the assembled group with the thoroughness of someone whose survival often depended on accurate headcounts.
"Who is it?" Tony asked, following her gaze as he tried to identify the missing team member.
"It's me!" Hawkeye's voice carried from above as he rappelled down the side of a building, his tactical harness and climbing gear marking him as someone who still preferred conventional transportation methods. His boots hit the pavement with practiced precision, and he immediately began coiling his rope with the efficiency of long habit.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot about you."
"I can eat more shawarma," Hawkeye replied with good humor, his smile carrying the easy camaraderie of someone who'd helped save the world and lived to joke about it.
"We won," Captain America said softly, his voice carrying a wonder that spoke of someone who'd seen too many battles end in pyrrhic victory or outright defeat.
"Yes, we solved this crisis."
Xavier Institute Grounds
Outside the prestigious school, what had once been manicured lawns and carefully tended gardens now resembled a refugee camp crossed with the world's most enthusiastic outdoor festival. Thousands of evacuated New Yorkers filled every available space, their voices rising in a sustained cheer that could probably be heard from orbit as they watched the live broadcasts of their salvation.
Families hugged each other with the desperate relief of people who'd come far too close to losing everything. Children pointed excitedly at the portal footage while adults tried to process the reality that their world now included giant robots, interdimensional warfare, and magic that worked exactly like the movies.
When Aidan's mecha descended from the sky above them, the crowd's reaction was immediate and overwhelming. Cheers turned to applause turned to something approaching religious fervor as they recognized the machine that had disappeared into space and returned victorious.
Standing in the Wanderer's control chamber, Aidan looked down at the sea of upturned faces and felt his eyebrows rise in genuine surprise. The Xavier Institute's suburban location and surrounding hills had provided just enough space to accommodate Manhattan's evacuated population, but only barely.
Good thing they built this place in the middle of nowhere, he thought, watching as thousands of people celebrated humanity's survival with the kind of joy usually reserved for major holidays and sporting victories.
It had been a very long day.
Author : Sorry for late update i was reading Lord of Mysteries and got fucking addicted to it whenever i am free i just feel to read it. its going around my brain.