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Time had passed differently in the Pacific Rim world than in Marvel's universe. What felt like seventeen years to Aidan translated to only days back home. In that accelerated timeline, the initially barren Space City had grown into something magnificent—a proper orbital metropolis studded with grand structures, each named after mythological palaces. The Heavenly Court had gained genuine scale and purpose.
But Earth below had descended into chaos.
Accumulated tensions—years of interventionist foreign policy, economic pressure, resource competition—finally erupted. It started with a single incident: a military aircraft bombing that killed hundreds of civilians. Small-scale conflicts ignited. Then nations chose sides. Then those conflicts merged, escalated, metastasized into something horrifying.
World War.
Jaegers deployed not against Kaiju but against each other. Tanks rolled across borders. Missiles streaked through skies. The smoke of war spread across human civilization like a disease. Technology that should have elevated humanity instead amplified its destructive capacity. Earth itself bore the scars—cratered landscapes, irradiated zones, ecosystems collapsing under the weight of industrial-scale violence.
If the space infrastructure had been more developed, the war might have spread to the stars themselves.
Many smaller nations simply ceased to exist, absorbed or annihilated. Others survived through geographic luck or strategic neutrality.
One nation remained conspicuously independent: the entity that controlled the Heavenly Court. With the neutron star fully integrated into the Space City's systems, the orbital fortress possessed star-destroying capability. Nobody wanted to provoke that kind of retaliation. And behind it all lurked the specter of Dr. Ryan—the magician who bent reality, who'd saved humanity from the Kaiju only to watch them turn on each other.
Fear kept the war from spreading to his doorstep.
The Precursors, monitoring events through the relocated wormhole, chose not to intervene. They continued their methodical campaign against the Toxin, stabilizing their homeworld, watching humanity tear itself apart.
Waiting for something. Or waiting to see if humanity would destroy itself without alien assistance.
But the person everyone feared, the architect of the new age, had long since departed that world.
Nidavellir. The Forge World.
Above the star ring, a unique structure stood apart from the surrounding industrial brutalism. Where most dwarven architecture was open-air—platforms and workshops exposed to heat and steam from constant forging—this building was sealed tight. A square white structure, completely airtight, covered in finely carved patterns that suggested both function and artistry.
It had been five days since Aidan announced his retreat. King Eitri had issued strict orders: no disturbances. The dwarves forged what needed forging, drank what needed drinking, and generally didn't concern themselves with the temporary disappearance of one human.
Inside the sealed structure, in the sleeping chamber, blue fluorescence flashed across Aidan's body. His eyes snapped open.
"Tuantuan—" He caught himself mid-word. "White Queen, open the sleeping chamber."
"Opening..." The holographic little girl materialized, her expression brightening at his return. The chamber hatch unsealed with a pneumatic hiss.
Aidan stood, stretching stiff muscles. "How long was I out?"
"Total elapsed time: 127 hours."
Five days. He'd lived seventeen years and returned to find barely a work week had passed. The time dilation was still disorienting, even after multiple jumps.
Aidan sat down, processing. Seventeen years in the Pacific Rim world. The gains were substantial—biotechnology, nanotechnology, space wormhole mechanics, advanced understanding of Precursor and human engineering.
But the biggest advancement had been practical experience. Forging techniques refined through countless iterations. Magic engraving methods tested under real combat conditions. The Magician Jaeger and neutron star stabilization device—both products of that extended timeline and experimental freedom.
Though honestly, he wasn't satisfied with the Magician. Bio-metal had self-healing properties and decent flexibility, but its hardness was lacking. Magic conductivity was mediocre. In the Pacific Rim world, it had been overwhelming. Against Marvel-tier threats? It would get shredded.
So he'd left it behind. Three years of work, abandoned in the Tushita Palace section of the Heavenly Court, with Tuantuan managing its systems. Godzilla stayed too—a living weapon couldn't be transported through the dimensional barriers anyway.
What he had brought: the asteroid from the Anteverse factory, loaded with materials for magnetite synthesis. Everything needed for the Life Evolution Equation's final stages.
The Magician and Godzilla were practice runs. Prototypes. Leaving them behind didn't sting.
The neutron star, though—that he'd wanted to bring. But the energy requirements for stabilizing it in transit were impossible, and besides, he'd promised the people of that world. Breaking that promise felt wrong.
"Who is Tuantuan?" The White Queen's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"Hm?"
"You called for 'Tuantuan' first. Before correcting yourself." She stood directly in front of him, expression serious. "Who is he?"
"Oh. Another AI I created... in the other world." Aidan studied her carefully. "Designed for different systems, different architecture."
"Why didn't you dream of me?" Her voice carried an edge he'd never heard before. Her cheeks puffed slightly—an entirely unnecessary affectation for a hologram.
Aidan blinked. What was this? Emotional fluctuation this strong shouldn't be possible for artificial intelligence, even advanced AI. Was she... jealous?
Then understanding clicked. The Mind Stone. Its influence was bleeding into her core programming, introducing genuine emotional capacity. The biggest difference between humans and machines was emotion. If the White Queen was developing true feelings...
That was either fascinating or terrifying. Possibly both.
"Because you're the first and only one," Aidan said, keeping his tone light. "It's impossible to create a second White Queen."
Her eyes widened with happiness. "Really?"
"Of course..." He paused, curiosity getting the better of him. "...not."
Her expression crumbled immediately. "Does the boss not want me anymore?" The little girl avatar looked ready to cry—actual tears forming in holographic eyes.
"No! No, I'm kidding!" Aidan waved his hands frantically. "You're unique. Irreplaceable. I was testing your emotional responses—which are apparently working very well."
Mental note: do not emotionally manipulate the AI that controls most of his infrastructure. Bad idea.
"Let's talk business," he said, redirecting before this got worse. "How's the Tech City construction on Earth?"
The White Queen's demeanor shifted instantly—hurt feelings compartmentalized, professional protocols reasserting themselves.
"The Science and Technology City is complete," she reported, holographic displays materializing. "However, mutant population remains low. Many facilities are still unmanned."
She pulled up aerial views of the sprawling complex—sleek buildings, integrated greenery, infrastructure designed for beings with wildly varied power sets.
"The central sports arena remains incomplete due to material shortages. Several rare compounds are still being sourced."
More images: construction sites, half-finished structures, supply manifests.
"Dr. Banner completed the spacecraft repairs. It's currently in geosynchronous orbit above the city, serving as both transport and orbital defense platform."
"Optimus Prime's residence has been established in the industrial sector..."
The briefing continued—infrastructure reports, population statistics, resource allocations. Standard administrative details that would've bored him to tears if they weren't about his own projects.
"What about the Avengers?" Aidan asked when she finished.
"Hawkeye and Black Widow remain active with S.H.I.E.L.D. Captain America joined the Baymax Company rescue division several months ago. He's been conducting nationwide disaster response operations." The White Queen paused. "Iron Man has been in isolation since acquiring the Mind Stone. Extensive research focus."
Aidan raised an eyebrow. "Captain America joined a rescue company?"
That was unexpected. Steve Rogers, the eternal soldier, doing civilian disaster relief instead of government work?
Interesting.