Prologue of God's wrath
Deity log: day 1
Earth month: May
Earth Date: October 23, 2023
I am so damn tired of watching the destruction of my planet by the foolish humans who inhabit it.
Something must be done. I don't know what, but something.
The purple one is on the move. He is wrathful to a murderous degree.
His planet, Titan, was destroyed some time ago.
So now he thinks he can invade the 9 realms and prevent it from happening to other planets in the most uncivilized way possible… by gathering the infinity stones and using them to wipe out 50% of all living things…
The Avengers stopped him, but at what cost? What did they sacrifice to stop Thanos? Stark tried to sacrifice himself. It backfired, rather spectacularly. It's time for operation M.C.U. Metatron is going to love this… NOT!
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Tony's point of view
I was floating. The sky and the surrounding area were a bright red colour…
"Welcome to the Way Station, Mr Stark. I'm afraid you are a little early. The members of the Gregoriate Council are trying to prevent this from happening. However, if they can't… Well, it will have consequences, put it that way. I am going to have to let things happen as they would… because I don't know what the council will be able to achieve."
A distant female voice echoes
"Hey"
I turned around and there is a beautiful teenage girl standing behind me. She has long dark hair and brown eyes and if I didn't know any better, I'd be tempted to say she was my daughter. It's then that I see her little playhouse from when she was a small child. I walk silently towards him, and she walks silently towards me. I see her mother in her, more than I ever did before.
"Ummmm…" I stutter out,
"Do I know you?" I ask.
She's obviously familiar to me somehow, but I clearly can't remember from where. The final battle definitely took a toll on me. Judging by the banging on the back of my skull, and the small amount of blood dripping from under my hair, I have another concussion. It's all part of being a superhero.
"We're pretty close actually" she replies.
"Because you're..." I ask, still a bit confused. And then it dawns on me and I murmur "because you're Morgan."
"Hey dad" she replies a little sheepishly. She pulls a first aid box from somewhere and begins to tend to the wound on the back of my head.
"Morgan" I say softly, and then I add "Wow… I guess it worked."
"Yeah" she replies, "It worked for me, I got to live and to grow up. For you, I can't answer" and the panic hits me like a freight train travelling at 124mph.
"I'm sorry, I think I might have made a bad decision. I'm scared I made a mistake," I begin, thinking of Pepper.
"I know," Morgan replied, and then she continued, "and I know it's going to be tough for you to let go. Mum told me about your anxiety and PTSD. If someone had to do that so the rest of us could… I'm proud of you" I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.
"And sad" she continues, "I'm strong, like Mum…" she continues, and the lurch of sadness… emptiness… leaves me reeling all over again. Pepper. I won't see her beautiful face and those big green eyes I fell in love with some 20 years earlier, for a long time.
"And I'm happy, I'm happy that we had the time that we did. "Yeah, and that you were there for me, until you couldn't be." Realizing that there's nothing I can do, I reply.
"If you're happy, I'm happy"
Her eyes are bright suddenly, "I love you daddy." she whispers and I reply "I love you 3000," which makes her smile.
"Tell your mum I love her more than anything and that she is my best friend and my soulmate, and I will keep our space warm for her." I hug her and then…