The multiverse would never stop being surprising for its explorers, but believing that people of the most diverse realities came when they needed help was even more impressing. The fact of Nemesis coming back in the universe where this story happens was for sure a great misfortune for those living on it, however, truth is that she wouldn't stop after destroying the evil and the balance just of that reality, her influence would take her to all the others and none of them would be safe. That's why the other heroes came when they were surprisingly called by two men oriented by Lin Stark.
Looking outside the headquarters, it was possible to see a real army of different versions of the avengers and of the so-called mutants. Each one of them was there for just one reason: accept Original's challenge, giving everything they had to take from her the possession of the infinity stones. However, at the moment they were recognizing each other, after all it was hard to deal with different "Spidermen", Hulks, Iron Men and other alternative heroes. Loki's words meant that the monster awaiting them desired entertainment and fun before the final blow, that's why they risked believing they had enough time to organize themselves before someone made the first step towards the battle.
The responsible for receiving each one of those coming to help was Steve, who wrote down their names and talents, independently whether they were known or not. The title of Captain America wasn't exclusive of his world, most part of the heroes knew his name, even coming from totally different realities and for them, his story was a significant inspiration trusting.
- I'm Peter Parker and, well… they are too. – The spider man who they were already used to said, referring to other two who looked like Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire.
- Excepting us both, we are not Peter Parker, where I come from, they call me Miles Morales. – He smiled for the others with the same powers as his. – She is Gwen Stacy. It's not the first time we get involved with the multiverse. – They both shared a complicit smile.
The spider man who looked like Andrew Garfield looked to the Spider Woman with a not-that-much hidden melancholy and she, somehow, could understand what he was feeling. For Gwen, her failure was to fail protecting her best friend and it was weird to be surrounded by people like him, on the other hand, that Peter could never forget his failure in saving the love of his life, a woman like her. Wounds like this will always be reopened in such moments.
The older Peter didn't seem much comfortable with the people around him, although he was there as an Earth protector, he felt much displaced, his life had caved in a long time ago and he wasn't pleased anymore to wear the arachnid mask. He wasn't young anymore, the magic of life he had had run out a long time ago and his choices costed him everything he was capable of loving one day, he just kept fighting and fighting, winning, losing and standing up even not seeing any purpose to stand on his feet. He couldn't understand the determination from the guy Miles looking at him, he wasn't used to people looking at him as if they wanted to save him.
(…)
The strange being who reminded a ninja spider man was sit on the chair in front of Steve for almost ten minutes, just facing him as if he was shocked. Rogers couldn't tell if he was in the middle of some kind of crisis, if he cried or if he had just died.
- I made this moment up for years and when I finally meet you, you're old. C'mon, cap! With this face of "I need a cookie, sweaters and cute cats taking care of me", you make me feel like a pervert! – It was funny how the eyes of that mutant, even under the mask, could transmit his feelings.
- I'm sorry for that, I guess… - The retired avenger frowned, he didn't know exactly what to think.
- No offence, but could you sign my ass? I need something to prove to the world I met Captain America. By the way, I'm Wade Wilson. – He started to look for something inside his suit, until he finally found a pen and got closer, smiling in expectation.
- This isn't the weirdest thing someone has ever asked me… - Steve shouldered. – But I believe you will prefer the autograph of another Captain America, after all, a more preserved Steve Rogers had just passed here with his wife, the Iron Woman.
- Did he raise the Mjolnir fighting against Thanos? – Wade seemed to truly think about asking the sign of a sexier Captain.
- Not that I know of…
- So I prefer you… - He handed the pen to his infant idol and turned his ass to him after putting his pants down. Rogers got even more confused when he read "Peter Parker's property" on one of his buttocks.
- I see you also want to prove to your mates that you've met Spiderman. – With the pen in his hands, he wrote "Popsicle" in the non-marked buttock.
- I met one of the Petys when I was coming here, the coolest one and with the biggest butt. – He wore his pants again, on his face appeared a big and happy smile. – The baby-boy got really embarrassed, but ended up taking the proposal with good humor. I'm thinking about proposing to him and I'm going to do that soon if I don't find someone better.
That man seemed to be a truly suspicious figure to the old man's opinion, but he stared at him with so much respect and admiration that he felt kind of bad for wanting to step him back, after that, he just answered him enough to make him happy and payed attention to the monologue the other started even when it seemed he wasn't necessarily talking to him. He didn't even claim when Wade took a chair to sit by his side after he decided to stay.
(…)
- My name is Reed Richards, she is my wife Susan, he is her brother Johnny Storm and, at last, this is our friend Ben. – Mister Fantastic said pointing to each one of his partners when referring to them.
- We're the fantastic four!
- Is it just me or you're also feeling we've met before? – Human Torch asked the ex-Captain. Steve simply smiled and nodded agreeing, he had the weird sensation he had already crossed his ways with the guy's.
Wade tried to ignore the others in the room, his new objective was to knit a sweater that fitted well to the Cap and people usually don't understand him when he refers to something, there was no benefit in trying to explain the situation. That's why his project became much worthier of his attention, even if he himself didn't know why he was carrying wool balls and needles with him; life seemingly decided to give him a reason to use them.
(…)
- My name is Charles Xavier, I'm the professor founder of a school for super gifted young people and our team is known as X-men. – the telepath on a wheelchair pronounced as a leader of a group of super skilled mutants, which included the versions of Thor and Loki who encouraged the meeting of all of those who came to fight.
- X-men? – Wilson looked to the team in front of him, they were pretty different from the x-men he knew. – You seem much better than the last time we met! Wait a minute… This can only mean that Disney finally bought Fox. – He whispered the last part for himself conspiratorially and stood up out of the sudden, walking to the exist. – I need to find my Mickey little ears! Be right back.
An Asian girl in the group of mutants turned to the door at the moment Deadpool left.
- Hi Wade! – The antihero turned back and appeared in the way out.
- Hi Yukio! – He made a heart with his fingers and soon finally left.
Those people, the mutants, were the most massive force they counted on. Their numbers of fighters surpassed the thousands, as if his leader had convened each ally in the reality they have come from to risk their lives on that fight for the multiverse. They would never be able to thank enough for the real help that each one of them represented.
(…)
The man stopped in front of him seemed indeed sick and unbalanced, he grumbled some disconnected words and talked to someone invisible to the eyes of the one welcoming him. Even deeply observing the unknown he couldn't tell if there really was something special in that person, since initially no extraordinary trait was showed. Each second on that discomfort turned the situation even odder. Steve started to think if craziness were something common in some of the realities willing to help.
- Are you okay? – The retired soldier asked, trying to call the other's attention.
- Oh, yeah, yeah… - he stared at him scared. – Sorry, it's been hard for us to get used to this place. – His hands moved instinctively to his own ears, trying to protect his hearing from something that Rogers couldn't hear.
- And who are you? – One of his eyebrows lifted conflicted. The power of the other manifested in answer revealing a dark, monstrous and threatening creature of sharp teeth.
- We are Venom.
(…)
- Are you… actors? – Steve faced the people in front of him kind of suspiciously. Almost every person in front of him had a known face, being the only exception one of the male figures, but his voice was undoubtedly the same of the "ninja spider man" not to be recognized. It was really disturbing to look at Natasha and Tony, they were too identical to their friends to cause just a simple discomfort like the individuals he recognized did, despite being from different realities.
- Believe me, this is being much odder for us than for you. – The man who looked like Hawkeye pronounced himself, among all of them he was the one who most showed discomfort.
- My children will never believe me at all when I tell them how my day was… - The correspondent of Thor whispered looking all around impressed; he in fact seemed to want to memorize everything so that he could tell the kids later.
Among them there was a specific man who provoked him even more strangeness, his correspondent. Steve felt immensely confused with his presence, almost as if he was inside his head foreseeing his lines and moves. It wasn't a comfortable situation, but even so he couldn't understand how those powerless people could help on the situation they were in.
- What are your names? – Rogers frowned. – I apologize, but my memories are betraying me and you are too similar to my friends for me not to get confused.
- Robert Downey Junior. – The correspondent of Tony started pointing himself, each move of him was frighteningly identical to his passed friend. – Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch…
- Mark Ruffalo, Jeremy Renner, Elizabeth Olsen and Ryan Reynolds. – Who as pointed to be Chris Evans continued, his younger image reflected in front of him.
The ex-Captain America could notice the smallest details that those people showed on their expressions; they were tense, frightened, scared and misplaced on this reality which they don't belong to. All of them could keep the mask of "it's everything ok" because it's part of their job to lie, imposing false feelings, but they weren't as secure as they showed to be. There was pity and compassion in the soldier's look, even weak and with no potential to war, all of them came when invited to help, Steve would never let them to waste their lives on a conflict in which they would be practically helpless, that's why his decision was to send them back home and let the real heroes to fight for them.
-You don't understand, old man ...- Robert slowly said playing with his senses and making Tony's image not leaving his mind, confusing him to the point of really believing that it was the friend in front of him. - We didn't come to be slaughtered, we wouldn't be here without a warranty.
- Our reality is directly linked to yours, we may be ordinary people where we come from, but we are the avengers and this world recognizes us as our characters. - Elizabeth said trying to show some assurance. She herself couldn't believe what she was about to do, but when she raised her hands repeating the same "silly" movements that previously made, just like Wanda in front of the cameras, it was needed no special effects for the magic to happen. The red power took shape over everyone's gaze, proving its existence in a being who should not really possess it.
Benedict reinforced the evidence by gesturing, like Doctor Stranger had already, and exposing the same powers as the wizard, as well as Tom, who successfully projected a perfect image of Loki over his body, and Chris Hemsworth, who managed to spark his own hands. They didn't seem used to their abilities at all, although they were proud of what they could do now. Jeremy picked up a pen from Steve's desk and threw it, with an absurdly high accuracy for a normal human, toward the wall, making the object to cling to the marble. He, more than others, expressed surprise at his new ability.
- I'm not angry at the moment. - Mark explained, uncertain of the looks that fell on him.
-And I'm not sure if I want to prove I'm immortal, even though I can regenerate faster. - Ryan gave him a forced smile, clearly worried about what would really happen to him if he came close to death.
Chris Evans, Robert, and Scarlett received an eyebrow raise from the former Captain, they had not proven yet anything about their powers, and had not convinced him to give up the idea of sending them away.
-I'm Iron Man, I can wear Tony's armor and lend them both other armors.
He wasn't ready to carry the weight of his friends' death again, but even if denial was on Rogers's tongue he could not verbally assert that this man was not the iron man.
Each of these people has a powerful connection with their correspondents, one reality is superimposed and dependent on the other, there is nothing that those characters do that their respective actors have not done before during a recording to become real. Looking a little closer at those ones he had just met and focusing specifically on the image resembling the cheater god, the older man began to suspect that this man was hiding something from himself. He was someone who was definitely not as calm as he tried to look, but Steve couldn't tell if his perception of it was just a paranoia of his mind or if the lie was actually impregnated on his skin.
(...)
Nemesis was somewhat proud of what its opponents were doing. It watched them from its throne in silence, focusing on their efforts to find a breach that would allow victory, after all, that was the only way to continue to live. It really did not want to cause the death of some of the heroes who stood up for its demands, but it did not care to spare this relatively small number of humans just because they did not possess the evil they despised so much. They will all remain its enemies until the second they give up fighting for those who contaminate the species.
In addition to the confrontation that was about to start, there was still the problem of its partner to be solved. Its eyes slowly turned to the god standing beside it, he acted as if trying to convey the idea that it was a warrior protecting it. This was a son which Odin and Laufey should have paid attention to while they were still alive, Loki was far more powerful and genius than it had even imagined from its old perspective, and that amused it. It took it no effort to establish control over his body from the outset, but it had not been able to completely nullify it and make it an extension of itself so far, his mind would not bow to its power and hid to stay intact until the threat disappeared. His attempt of resistance aroused its curiosity to the point that it had chosen to let that part of the prince continue to exist only to be able to watch what would take the extreme of reacting and turning against his control. It had this little entertainment to distract it while its opponents tried to form something that could provide some grace to get involved.
It was not merely difficult to draw Thor to where they were in order to advance the course of events a little further.
Loki made no more than a flick of his eyes in recognition of the thunder that both could hear, his features displeased in response to the influence of the divine presence in his body, but the Original clearly felt when a part of it showed restlessness and fear, a fear not for itself but for the brother who came to seek it. This was a beautiful reaction to behold, and Nemesis always appreciated pleasant feelings as a brotherly love, even though it was so repressed when it concerns what the cheater nourishes by the Asgardian. It gave the jotun a minimal smile of encouragement and watched him to leave to receive the other god. Like in a board game, it moved its first piece, it just hoped it wouldn't have to sacrifice it for that.
When the prince met Thor, he was fighting against a small fraction of his queen's power that consisted of a simple manipulation of reality. Her attention was on them and even if their insides tried to resist the urge to kill Odin son, nothing could be done while the Original was watching and manipulating them. The moment the other noticed its presence, he freezed for seconds that could have cost him his life if the mission to remove it were not in the hands of the one to be rescued.
- Brother… - The blonde said recognizing that the defenses of the castle no longer wanted to suppress it.
- Thor. - Loki's voice answered even though he wasn't controlling it completely. - Did you come to kneel and swear allegiance to your rightful ruler?
The thunder god's eyes lowered to Mjolnir's, this time he recognized the object's legitimacy and no longer judged it as a fraud. In a way, his heart was saddened by the meaning that that object had in the hands of the prince in such circumstances.
The Asgardian was able to understand the weight of his actions in the time spent drinking, embittered at his great failure. He initially wondered why his ways had diverged from his brother's for so long, or why in his moment of greatest heroic glory Loki had taken on the role of villain. After which he blamed himself for believing that he had paid more attention to each other. He would have noticed the enormous pressure he put on himself to be accepted as worthy of governing as what at the time was believed to be Odin's firstborn. Thor thought himself blind for not seeing envy, greed, and insanity before they became permanent, and for a long time he believed that the guilt about the mischievous god being the person he became was entirely his own, for not having supported him when He needed.
But now the heir saw that it was his father's fault and Asgard's fault rather than his own, he understood that the cycle imposed upon them was already broken and that they were now free to move on. Loki did not fail Asgard as the blonde used to believe, the best events in the kingdom of his time only came to him and he was never given credit for it. It was Asgard who failed Loki, and Thor was willing to fix the errors that still affected his brother, first by destroying the damn ideology imposed on what used to be his dear hammer.
- I came to get you, as I promised. - The god of thunder was aware of what led him there, he had full notion of that, in combat, the powers of the other were beyond his comprehension by the influence of his master. One of them will not leave alive, the choice to look for other alternatives did not exist for the simple fact that Nemesis does not trace the same direction that the universe used to assign them, another cycle was about to end.
- Sorry for disappointing you, but I have no intention to leave. - The jotun wielded the hammer as if he had been born to wield it, the arrogance of his voice and gestures resembling the other of the title of evil god they once attributed to him, but in his terribly golden eyes, the blonde was still seeking some remnant. The one he wished to save. - And I don't mean to let you out of here alive.
- I expected no less than that. - The stormbreaker was positioned for combat and with Mjolnir the same was done. - I imagined you'd have to take it only after it stunned you enough to forget that monster exists.
-Your methods are always so unattractive, aren't they? - His irony came with the spin of his hammer, Loki looked bloodthirsty, his brother's blood specifically. - The living impregnation of Asgard's customs.
The prince thundered into the air responding to him by the prophecy marked on the weapon of the gods, and Thor did not fall behind, he also rose to his divine magnitude, deflecting as best he could from the magic that responded to the cheater as never before, and retaliating with caution. In an attempt to avoid pitfalls. Reality was altered to the advantage of Nemesis's servant, and to the blonde's greatest misfortune, his weapons seemed to be odd that they were against each other, they refused to cooperate properly. But in spite of everything Odin son could see what he had faith to find: hesitation. Although it was not conscious, he realized that despite everything his brother was still really there.
Loki seemed to play with his opponent before actually moving to execute him, it was a cruel game of sadism, and Thor hoped to take enough to reverse the results in his favor. The thunder god's arms and legs were the first to record the results of the jotun's onslaughts, he felt his blood drain with such an uncomfortable sting that few people can cause, and he knew it would become remarkable that he wasn't deviating as well as he could soon. The role of a liar was not blonde's and so he no longer expected to be as successful as the other would be.
Discharges of energy caused the illusions around him to fade long enough to take one of the forms as true and thus strike them without risk of failure. He hit his brother hard in the face and stepped forward to do more damage, after all he already imagined that the stormbreaker would not break the abnormal armor technology that was formed around his opponent's skull with the relatively low force he applied on the gun. Thor let the other read the anger and pain in his eyes, it was his intention that he noticed something as a possible lack of control.
The prince grinned wickedly as he walked away to give the thunder god the feeling that he was afraid of being hit by his ax and then when he had a few feet of advantage he threw the Mjolnir straight into his chest. It was not his intention to hurt him now, what Loki wanted was to destroy whatever motivated the blonde not to give up even with his grave mistakes. It was with disturbing satisfaction that the cheater saw his brother being dragged farther and overthrown by the weight of unworthiness.
- Have you any idea of how long I've been waiting to see you trapped under that hammer? - His lips curved so hard that his cheeks were momentarily uncomfortable. -Tell me, son of Odin ... - He moved closer until he was dangerously near. -What would our parents have to say about a god so rotten and flawed that he couldn't even save them?
The blonde didn't have enough seconds to formulate an answer, so the liar was already calling his gun back to strike him and he needed to be quick to roll away before his head was smashed, the ground cracked at the force used, and once again Thor was about to be overthrown by an onslaught of the madman, but he managed to react before the hammer reached him and summoned his own weapon to divert the course imposed on another.
There was a small moment when from a safe distance they were watching each other and the god noticed that his brother seemed to have difficulty stepping forward, which made him understand that Loki planned to kill him in his next moves. There was still time to summon the Bifrost and flee, he thought, but he also doubted that Nemesis would let him out alive. The great truth was that he was immensely tired of the cycles imposed upon him, his desire is to end the troubled relationship of trusting and being betrayed, of forgiving and eventually seeing the jotun as an enemy again and of being the hero who once again failed to save those who are most important for him.
If there is a god to whom the gods beg, at that moment every thought of the heir who abdicated Asgard's throne begged that what he was about to do was not in vain.
When the prince stopped holding himself and advanced to kill him, Thor had a stormbreaker in his hands to receive him. In the disturbed mind of the adopted Asgardian his plan was to invalidate the other when he dodged the fatal blow that his claim is to deliver, so when he was no more than a miserable way of life, it would be a pleasure to ruin his conscience and take him into a catatonic state before finally executing him.
Once again both took to the air and Loki conjured a long, sharp blade to play the momentary role of the deadly attack, ax and hammer clashed and soon the sword was already going the way that would cost the god's life. It was noticeable when the blonde noticed what was coming in time to move away and it flooded the cheater's interior with pleasure for what was to come. It was over, the victory was his, but he couldn't understand the meaning behind the warm smile the Asgardian gave him.
Thor didn't deviate.
The prince felt the blade overtake the flesh on the left side of his chest and saw the blood spread. His shock was such that he did not pull back in time to prevent the god's arms from evolving him, and after that the only thing he could notice was that all hostility had passed.
- It's fine, brother. I am here. - He told him as he held it tightly.
The jotun would have waited for anything, any strange and elaborate strategy or impulsive action, he expected anger, hatred, disgust and repulsion, as well as abandonment or a "wash of hands" about what it was becoming because it was. It is Asgard's way of dealing with what does not suit him. It never crossed his mind that Thor, of all people, would approach him with a hug to stop him. He never imagined that someday the god of thunder would deal with his problems in this way. That was how Loki realized that he had lost.
Mjolnir pulled them down because their unworthy bearer and their bodies tumbled to the floor. The weapons were set aside, their superficial wounds began to be noticed, the adrenaline was passing, and their hearts ached uncontrollably (Thor's suffered a little more than his brother for sharp reasons). At that moment, the adopted Asgardian found himself lost, but to the blonde's relief he could see the liar's eyes turning green again.
- Heroes should not lose and die. - The prince whispered broken. - Much less should they make such a dramatic death for the poor puppet of a divine being. - At no point did he move away from the other's body, tears of sadness coming to his eyes, and for the first time in a long time there was no importance in anyone seeing them. Even with all this, he found himself smiling as the god of thunder rolled his eyes slowly.
- Now you understand how I felt all those times you died, bastard? - The blonde spoke in a weak playful tone, being only interrupted by the bloody cough he could not help. At some point, he had been hit too hard in the stomach too.
-But you can't go back ... - The realization had apparently not crossed Thor's mind before that, for only now did he show fear. - You big asshole!
-Is it too late for me to go back and choose to punch you in the face? - His voice trailed off over the sentence and suddenly his eyes lost what was left of life.
There have been many, many times over the centuries when Loki had the chance to actually end his brother's existence, but when the moment really came his feelings made him weak and he did not end. Bleeding at his side laid the only one he could ever call a best friend in his time at Asgard, the only person who had admired him since that time despite his mistakes and the whole kingdom trying to demotivate him. The idea of seeing him dying used to please him but it actually came true that scared him.
- Stay here. - The prince said despite being aware that he was not heard. - Since the great Thor has decided to leave, I will solve it myself.
He rose with his robes stained with the blood of others and walked as if calm toward the queen he was to serve. There are certain things that need to be settled before it is over and Loki would not be considered the god of cheating if he did not do something now to reverse the situation.
(...)
Chris Hemsworth was the first to feel that something was wrong, for him, suddenly the room where they were started to become uncomfortable and as in a crisis of claustrophobia, breathing became difficult. Disjointed images appeared before his eyes that he could not control and parts of his body detected the pain of injuries that did not exist. This is definitely being a very strange day.
When called upon to be in this dimension at first, the actor thought it was all a joke, a prank like any other one was struggling to the point of finding a lookalike to make him believe, but then other familiar faces appeared and their powers, their technologies and their talents were too real to exist in the world in which he was used to live. Dreaming was the first coherent answer he could find, and he even thought he was going crazy, all the while a conversation he had with Tom months before came back to his memory and things started to make a little more sense.
The people of his reality were left in a large and spacious meeting room by Steve Rogers in one last attempt by him to make them to give up, but each one had previously been convinced by Hiddleston himself that they had no escape from what they had. It was happening and they would be fine in spite of everything. Each one has the burden of already knowing what will happen in the end without actually being able to tell the other people who are also there to fight. The truth is that everyone is subject to a universe that should not include them in this way, since the beginning of Marvel they have been responsible for making that unrealistic world true, but what didn't seem so real before was that every bit of history they present before cameras repeats itself in this reality in exactly the way it was approved to pass to the public, though not at exactly the same time.
When Tom was summoned he was the only one to realize that this was linked to a script because it was for him that the story was written. It all started with creating a woman that piqued her interest in meeting almost a year before it actually started happening, it should be just a project of a person who dreamed of working with her character series, but in this place made as real as everything they had ever done before. There was no evidence so far, just coincidences and lines that they purposely memorized to repeat when Steve met them, they had nothing that could offer them the certainty that everything is following the events already written. At least not until now.
If they were right Thor would be induced to go into a lonely and suicidal confrontation so that Loki could be erect, the fall of the god of thunder represented a part of what they needed to believe. So, everyone held their breath expectantly when Hemsworth seemed to have a heart attack and looked to the door waiting for those to come (Benedict prematurely acquired a lot of medical knowledge, it was him who approached Chris to try to save him if he were really dying.).
The crash of brute force clashing against the metal door startled the still unbelievers and Ryan only had time to spread his arms before being thrown to the floor by the body of a certain person with Mickey's ears.
- I can't believe you're here too! This is the happiest day of my life! Deadpool had a very wide noticeable smile behind the red mask. - I didn't have time to buy a real ring, but I found a very good lollipop in the store that sell these ears and it comes with plastic ring! - Wade took the very tiny ring from his pocket and clumsily placed it on the ring finger of his most beautiful reflection, he almost ignored the fact that there was already an engagement ring in the man's left hand. - It was for Pety there, but my heart literally beats in your chest so I can't do much about it. - Now let's get married! I'm sure your wife doesn't care.
Still in the doorway without paying attention to the encounter between actor and character were four people paralyzed by the sight of another man in specific... The moment Steve ordered three of them to bring the armor in which only them and two other people in the world had access to heroes of another reality they could trust, all hesitated. Peter's experiences with the multiverse alone already indicated that the worst thing to do was to trust someone like this without knowing him very well. Then, when advised to see for themselves the people to whom the technology would be delivered, nothing but confusion remained for them.
Not even a quick confrontation against Thanos without help would have prepared them to see Tony Stark alive a few steps away after so many years. Of course they expected to find some iron men as they actually did, but none of them looked like the hero they knew as that person. None of the others would arouse that feeling so carefully buried once again. Morgan, Peter and Harley were not prepared.
The fourth person on the other hand felt nothing but a pleasant surprise when facing the actor, she was Natasha Stark, also known as Iron Woman, a welcome help who was willing to lend her own armor to strangers if they aroused their confidence. After all, the technology of his late correspondent would not be at risk.
It was interesting to see the image of his wife reflected in a heroine, but the sight of those children (who were no longer such children among them) before him caused a huge commotion. Robert had no idea that he could feel the pain he felt when facing such people, perhaps that was his side legitimately speaking Tony louder. There was a day when Stan Lee told the man that he was born to be Iron Man, in some ways the weight of these words is greater than anywhere else.
It is not known who took the first step or whose side this initiative started from, but within seconds the three orphans were in tears in the arms of the closest they had to a father figure. There was no denying that this man would never be a stranger to each of them, even if they had to force themselves to remember that they didn't know him.
- Less strength, boy. I am not made of iron. The comment only made Parker more out of control and nearly earned him a broken rib.
Thomas was right. Everything would be fine.
