A Command to Assemble

by I Am The Prophet

On September 8, 2017 a.t.b., the entire world was invaded by a new superpower led by Kang the Conqueror. By a stroke of fate, a handful of students were whisked away to an alternate world. One where not only does the Holy Britannian Empire not exist, but where Earth has the Mightiest Heroes to offer.

5. The Tower

A Command to Assemble (Code Geass/Marvel)

Chapter 5: The Tower

[~[~]

October 12, 8:08 UST

Avengers Tower, New York

Lelouch stirred, the phantom weight of the Demon Emperor's crown pressing against his temples. Another dream, another brutal echo of shattered ideals and broken promises. He could almost feel the phantom sting of betrayal, the cold, space where Nunnally's trust used to be. He prayed Suzaku had kept his word, that his best friend had erected an impenetrable wall between him and the people he loved, especially Nunnally. He couldn't bear to see the horror in their eyes.

His eyelids fluttered open, and he found himself staring at a ceiling he didn't recognize. The room was sterile, clinical, yet somehow… lived-in. A soft hum emanated from unseen machines, a steady, rhythmic pulse that filled the silence. Then, he noticed the man sitting beside his bed.

He didn't recognize him. Casual clothes, a simple t-shirt, and jeans, suggested no formal affiliation. He held a sleek, glowing tablet, his fingers dancing across the screen with practiced ease. The man's posture was relaxed, almost nonchalant, but Lelouch sensed an underlying intensity, a sharp intelligence that radiated from him.

A disembodied voice, smooth and artificial, echoed from a speaker somewhere in the room. "Sir, the patient is showing signs of consciousness."

The man's head snapped up, his gaze locking with Lelouch's. He offered a brief, almost dismissive glance, before returning his attention to the tablet for a moment. "Thanks, JARVIS," he said, his voice a low, almost melodic drawl. He placed the tablet on the bedside table and finally, fully met Lelouch's eyes.

Lelouch remained silent, his mind racing. Who was this man? Where was he? What had happened?

The man leaned back in his chair, a wry smile playing on his lips. "You know the worst part of having a big gaping hole in your chest?" he asked, his voice laced with sardonic amusement.

Lelouch, his mind still clouded with the remnants of his nightmare, could only manage a confused, "What?"

"The worst part is all the crap they put in while you're asleep with it," the man said, gesturing vaguely towards Lelouch's chest. "I mean, I got lucky, I think. A few decent car parts before I upgraded to a sleeker model. But you, oh boy, you got… well, we don't know yet, but I'm just betting as soon as it takes in, you'll be suffering all kinds of side effects."

"Side effects?" Lelouch asked, his eyes widening slightly.

"Yeah," the man replied, his smile widening into a grin. "An insufferable instinct of right and wrong, a compulsion to make inspirational speeches, and just the tiniest bit of sanctimony. That last bit's mostly for when he's talking to me, but I digress."

The man extended a hand, a gesture that was both casual and strangely formal. "Tony Stark," he said, his voice smooth and self-assured. "CEO of Stark Industries, and, well, the Invincible Iron Man. You might have heard of me."

He paused a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "We would've introduced ourselves yesterday, when you first woke up, but… you were having a bit of a rough time. Sent yourself right back into a coma. Quite a show."

Lelouch, his mind still reeling, instinctively moved to take the offered hand. Then, the chilling realization hit him. The Geass. Still active. Uncontrollable. And he wasn't wearing his eyepatch. He couldn't risk it. Not with this man. Not with anyone. He abruptly averted his gaze, his heart pounding. He couldn't accidentally give a command, not here, not now. He couldn't bear the thought of causing another tragedy.

As he turned away, his eyes caught his reflection in a nearby window. He froze. The telltale crimson glow, the sigil of his Geass, was gone. His left eye looked… normal.

He stared, stunned. Impossible. He knew, with absolute certainty, that his Geass was perpetually active, a curse he couldn't escape. There was only one possible explanation, but he dared not believe it.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked, his voice laced with concern.

Lelouch, his voice barely a whisper, turned back to Tony. "Give me your hand," he commanded, his voice devoid of its usual authority. He followed with a series of simple commands, "Sit. Stand. Turn around." He spoke them quickly, testing, probing. Commands that wouldn't cause harm, just… movement.

Tony, clearly confused, didn't follow the commands as Lelouch expected. His brow furrowed. "Is this some kind of… test?"

Lelouch's breath hitched. His Geass was gone. He didn't know how, or why, but it was gone. He felt a strange mix of relief and disbelief. A part of him, a small, fragile part, felt a flicker of hope.

Then, the images flashed through his mind. Kang's cruel demonstration. Euphemia, her eyes vacant, her hands stained with blood. Nunnally, her innocent face twisted in a nightmarish parody of his command. He shuddered, the phantom weight of his sins pressing down on him. Even without the Geass, the horror of what he would've done remained.

"What's up with you?" Tony asked, his voice now laced with genuine concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or, you know, several ghosts. And then made them do the Macarena."

Lelouch hesitated, his mind racing. How much did they know? He'd been unconscious for three days. Three days in which Suzaku, C.C., and the others… they must have told them everything. Everything Kang had shown. The Demon Emperor. The atrocities. He wouldn't blame them. He wouldn't blame anyone for looking at him with disgust.

Seeing no point in further deception, he decided to be blunt. "It's… it's gone," he said, his voice flat. "My Geass. It's no longer active."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Your… Geass? Is that some kind of medical term? Like, a rare form of… twitching?"

Lelouch sighed. "No. It's… a power. A curse. The power of absolute obedience. Once I make eye contact, I can command someone to do anything I want, once. After that, I can't use it on them again."

Tony's expression shifted from confusion to something akin to… intrigued skepticism. "Command someone to do anything? Like, 'dance like a chicken' anything?"

"Yes," Lelouch said, his voice heavy. "Or… anything else. Anything at all."

He paused, a dark shadow crossing his face. "Before… before it was gone, it was always active. I couldn't control it. I was afraid… afraid of saying the wrong thing, of accidentally giving a command that would lead to… tragedy."

He looked up at Tony, his eyes filled with a weary resignation. "Luckily for everyone, it seems that's no longer a concern."

Tony leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Okay, that's… not a twitch. Mind control, huh? I have to admit, I'm a little relieved you don't have that anymore. No offense." He shrugged. "But hey, if you're that worried about it, then I guess we're all good."

Lelouch gave a bitter, humorless laugh. "If only it were that simple." He paused a flicker of his old, calculating self returning. "I don't know if anyone's told you my name. It's only fair, considering your… hospitality." He met Tony's gaze, his voice firm and resonant. "I am Lelouch vi Britannia.

The eldest son of Empress Marianne. The prince who was abandoned by his empire, the Holy Britannian Empire. Eight years ago, I died and became Lelouch Lamperouge. And I am Zero, the man who led the Black Knights, who challenged the Holy Britannian Empire."

He waited, expecting a reaction. A flicker of recognition, perhaps. Disgust, maybe. Fear, even. He'd seen it all before.

Instead, Tony blinked, his brow furrowed. "The… Holy Britannian Empire? Is that, like, a historical reenactment society? Or an intense LARP?" He paused, scratching his head. "Wait, is that a country? I've never heard of it."

Lelouch stared at Tony, his jaw slack. Disbelief warred with a growing sense of unease. "You've… never heard of the Holy Britannian Empire?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "It was the world's dominant military superpower. It controlled a third of the world. It was… it was one of the major powers until… until Kang invaded."

He trailed off, the memory of Kang's devastating assault still fresh in his mind. The Empire was reduced to rubble in a single day. Although Lelouch wouldn't shed tears over it, his dread for Kang increased the moment he heard about it from the conqueror's lips. A testament to his might.

Tony shrugged, his expression genuinely perplexed. "Nope. Never heard of it. And Kang hasn't invaded Earth, not recently anyway. We would have noticed. Though," he added, his eyes narrowing slightly, "he did send those four… robots, I guess you'd call them. Knightmare Frames, you said? After you and your friends. We're still trying to figure out what those things are made of. Fascinating tech."

"You know Kang?" Lelouch asked, his voice strained.

"Know him?" Tony scoffed. "He's one of the Avengers' greatest enemies. A time-traveling warlord from the 31st century. Obsessed with controlling all of history."

Lelouch's mind ground to a halt. "From… your 31st century?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"Yeah," Tony replied, his brow furrowed. "Why? Is that significant?"

Lelouch's thoughts raced back to his conversation with Kang, to the chilling revelation that Kang had given them. "He said… he said he was from an alternate universe. An alternate Earth. Your 31st century."

The pieces clicked into place, a horrifying, dizzying realization. He looked at Tony, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and dawning horror. "We're not on my Earth, are we? We're on his. We're in your universe."

Tony nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Yeah, figured that was the case. You guys don't have any existing records. Not on any database, anywhere. And those Knightmare Frames… they contained traces of a mineral we've never seen before. Not on this Earth, anyway. Plus, you know, the whole 'Holy Britannian Empire' thing." He paused a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "Did I hear you correctly? You said you were a prince?"

"A former prince," Lelouch corrected, his voice flat. "I renounced my claim to the throne the moment my… my father abandoned me and my sister. He even tried to have us killed, just to create a pretext for war. I refuse to acknowledge him."

His voice was laced with a cold, simmering rage, a stark contrast to the weary resignation he'd displayed moments before.

Internally, however, a darker, more insidious doubt gnawed at him. Nunnally… he thought, his mind recoiling from the memories Kang had shown him. The Demon Emperor uses her as a tool, an excuse for his tyranny. The atrocities he'd committed in her name.

Did I… did I ever truly love her? he wondered, a chilling fear creeping into his heart. Or was it all a lie? A performance? Did I only pretend to be a loving brother, even before… before all of this? The thought was poison, a venomous whisper that threatened to shatter the fragile remnants of his self-worth.

Tony, sensing the shift in Lelouch's demeanor, asked, "You alright? You seem… distant."

"I'm fine," Lelouch lied, his voice tight. He couldn't afford to unravel now. He needed to focus. He needed to understand. "Where… where are we? In this world?"

"New York City," Tony replied, his voice casual. "State of New York. One of the United States of America."

"The United States of America," Lelouch repeated, the words feeling alien on his tongue. He was a foreigner here, in a world that was both familiar and disturbingly different. The Holy Britannian Empire had been built on the ruins of the Americas. He wondered, with a growing sense of unease, if this United States occupied the same territory. Or, worse, if it was something… similar to the Empire he knew.

Tony, sensing Lelouch's apprehension, said, "Well, we're about to find out the difference between your Earth and ours," He picked up his tablet and tapped the screen. "JARVIS, patch me through to a live feed of the lounge, please."

As the tablet screen flickered to life, displaying a live view of a spacious, modern living area, Tony noticed Lelouch's confused expression. "Oh, right," he said, with a slight chuckle. "You haven't met JARVIS yet. He's Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. My… well, Artificially Intelligent butler."

Lelouch's eyes widened slightly. "Artificial intelligence?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "That… that's only theoretical on my Earth."

Tony grinned. "Guess we beat you guys on the AI front, then. Makes up for the whole giant robot thing, I suppose."

Lelouch conceded with a nod, his attention drawn to the tablet screen. He saw them all: Nunnally, Suzaku, C.C., Kallen, Mario, Maya, Shirley, Milly, Nina, Rivalz, Euphemia, and much to his surprise Rai. Relief washed over him, a wave of warmth that momentarily pushed back the darkness. They were safe. And, more importantly, they were at a distance.

"Why are you showing me this?" Lelouch asked, his voice low.

"Figured you'd want to listen in," Tony replied, his gaze flickering between Lelouch and the tablet screen. "You're probably not in any condition to get out of bed just yet. Plus," he added, his tone shifting to one of mild curiosity, "we have a question that's been bugging us. Mario or Maya? Which one do you know better?"

Lelouch's brow furrowed. "I… I met Mario first," he began, then paused, correcting himself. "No, Maya. I mean… Mario. No, Maya." He trailed off, his voice laced with confusion.

Internally, he was grappling with a disturbing realization. His memories of Mario and Maya were… distorted. Fragmented. When he confronted Mario about Clovis's death, it felt like he was talking to Maya. And when he and Maya had infiltrated Euphemia's charity event, it felt like Mario was there.

"It's… complicated," he said finally, his voice strained.

Tony nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Yeah, it's been a bit of a headache for everyone. They both insist they're your real friend, and the other one's a fake."

Lelouch watched the tablet screen, his eyes narrowed. Mario and Maya were locked in a heated argument, their voices overlapping, each insisting on their authenticity and denouncing the other as an imposter.

"I'm the real one, you faker!" Mario shouted, his face flushed.

"No, you're the fake!" Maya retorted, her voice sharp. "Lelouch knows me better!"

The argument escalated, their voices rising in pitch and volume. Then, Rai, who had been observing the exchange with a weary expression, finally snapped. He walked over to the twins, grabbed them by the scruff of their necks, and slammed their heads together with a resounding thwack.

The argument abruptly ceased, replaced by a stunned silence.

Lelouch blinked, his eyes widening slightly. "Have they been doing this ever since we arrived?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

Tony nodded a hint of amusement in his voice. "Yeah. Pretty much nonstop. It's been… entertaining, to say the least."

Lelouch watched the stunned silence on the tablet screen, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him. Somehow, he knew both Mario and Maya intimately. It wasn't just the fragmented memories; it was a deeper understanding, an instinct.

They're both quiet, he thought, his gaze lingering on their still-dazed figures. Reserved. They observe, they analyze, and they retreat into their thoughts. They both harbor a deep, burning hatred for Britannia, for what it did to their parents. And they both… they both have an unwavering faith in me.

He knew their stoic facades masked a deep well of kindness, a genuine care for those who showed them compassion. But he also knew the underlying unease, the subtle tremor of fear that vibrated beneath their calm exteriors. The missing memories, the gaps in their past, were a constant source of worry, a silent burden they carried.

Lelouch watched as Rai returned to his seat, a quiet satisfaction in his posture. Despite their past disagreements, and the clashes of ideology that had punctuated their rebellion, Lelouch had always valued Rai. He was a trusted confidant, a crucial right-hand man in the Black Knights.

He remembered sending Rai to infiltrate the Britannian military, a mission undertaken long before Mario and Maya had even entered the picture. He had respected Rai's decision to leave when a family illness demanded his attention.

But now, a chilling thought crept into his mind. Rai's Geass… he thought, his brow furrowing. Rai's power is similar to his own but wielded through sound. Had it, too, spiraled out of control? Had he, like Lelouch, become a prisoner of his ability?

Did we… did we forget about him, until now, because of Geass? he wondered, a disturbing possibility surfacing.

Regardless, the fact that Lelouch had lost his Geass meant Rai likely had as well. A small, almost selfish, sense of relief washed over him. He didn't want Rai to suffer the same fate, to bear the same burden of guilt and regret. He didn't want anyone to.

[~]

Steve Rogers walked alongside Nick Fury, their footsteps echoing softly in the pristine hallways of Avengers Tower. The lounge, where Lelouch's companions had gathered, was just ahead.

"I appreciate you letting them stay, Nick," Steve said, his voice calm and steady. "It's… it's a lot to take in, for them."

Fury nodded, his single eye fixed on the path ahead. "It's practical. Easier to get answers when they're comfortable. And," he paused a hint of something like understanding in his voice, "they've been through enough. Keeping them together is… better."

Steve understood. The shared trauma, the common ground, would create a sense of camaraderie, a unity that would be vital in understanding their situation. "And Lelouch?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "I heard he woke up yesterday and then…"

"Went right back under," Steve finished, his voice grim. "Panic attack. Severe. We wanted to give him a day of observation and check his vitals. Make sure he was stable."

"And the others?" Fury asked. "How are they holding up?"

"They're… processing," Steve replied, his voice dry. "Which, in their case, seems to involve a lot of arguing, and some head-knocking courtesy of the quiet one."

Fury suppressed a small smile. "And the Knightmare Frames?"

"Still analyzing the wreckage," Steve said, his tone turning serious. "The tech is… alien. And the mineral traces? Nothing we've ever seen before. We're still trying to figure out how to approach this whole situation. They are from another earth, and that is a problem."

"A.R.M.O.R.'s throwing a tizzy, by the way," Fury added, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Alternate realities are their jurisdiction. They're not happy we brought them here."

Steve sighed. "I appreciate you handling that, Nick. We can't treat them like they're some extra-dimensional threat. They're kids, lost and scared, in a world that isn't their own. We rescued them from those… Knightmare Frames. We have a better chance of getting through to them than A.R.M.O.R."

"Let's hope you're right, Cap," Fury said, his voice low. They reached the door to the lounge, and he paused, his hand resting on the handle. "Let's see what we can learn."

As they entered, they noticed Mario and Maya, still clutching their heads, their expressions dazed. They seemed to be nursing the aftereffects of their earlier collision. The room, previously filled with a low hum of nervous chatter, fell silent as all eyes turned towards them.

Steve and Fury took seats at the far end of the room, facing the group. Fury leaned forward, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the assembled teenagers.

"Alright," he began, his voice authoritative and direct. "My name is Nicholas Fury Jr. Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. Better known as S.H.I.E.L.D. I assume you're already familiar with Captain Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, leader of the Avengers."

Seeing the blank, confused stares directed at him, Steve added, with a gentle smile, "You might remember me as the guy with the shield."

A few faces lit up with recognition. They hadn't connected the man in casual clothes with the iconic figure in the star-spangled uniform.

Suzaku spoke first. "The Avengers," he said, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "Who are they?"

Steve leaned forward, his expression earnest. "The Avengers are a team… a group of extraordinary individuals, brought together by fate, you could say. We have diverse abilities, and our purpose is to protect the world from threats, both from here and from beyond. We're often called 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes.' We find strength in unity, and we work together to overcome challenges that no one of us could face alone. We operate with official recognition, as a peacekeeping force, fighting for liberty and justice. We're primarily funded by Tony Stark, and inspired by… well, by the ideals I try to uphold."

Rivalz, ever the one to cut through the tension with a dose of humor, piped up. "Earth's Mightiest Heroes, huh? I'll give you that. You guys handled those Knightmares four days ago like they were nothing. And you didn't even have Knightmare Frames of your own."

Steve gave a small, wry smile. "We did have a genius billionaire philanthropist playboy, a god of thunder, two master marksmen, and a Hulk," he said. "I'd say that more than evens the odds."

A young woman with pink hair, her voice soft but curious, asked, "And S.H.I.E.L.D.? What is that?"

Fury's gaze shifted to her, his expression serious.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is an espionage and security organization. We defend Earth and its people from threats, particularly those involving advanced technology, and sometimes… supernatural or extraterrestrial forces. We're distinct from the Avengers, but we work closely together. We often provide support and facilitate their actions. In a case like this," he paused, his gaze sweeping across the group, "we would normally defer to A.R.M.O.R., but circumstances demand otherwise."

Suzaku, his brow furrowed, asked, "What case are you talking about?"

Nick and Steve exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, Nick turned back to the group. "Before we go any further," he said, his voice firm, "we'd like to know your names."

The pink-haired woman, her posture regal despite her evident anxiety, spoke first. "I am Euphemia li Britannia, third princess of the Britannian Imperial Family."

Suzaku, standing beside her, bowed slightly. "Suzaku Kururugi. I am Princess Euphemia's knight."

The red-haired teen stepped forward, her expression determined. "Kallen Kōzuki."

The others followed suit, each introducing themselves in turn: "Shirley Fenette." "Milly Ashford." "Nina Einstein." "Rivalz Cardemonde."

The green-haired woman simply stated, "C.C."

The young man with silver hair, his gaze steady, said only, "Rai."

Nick nodded, acknowledging the introductions. "And Mario and Maya," he said, his gaze lingering on the twins, "we're already familiar with your… ongoing debate."

As if on cue, Mario and Maya resumed their bickering, each vehemently asserting their authenticity and denouncing the other as a fraud. Rai, with a sigh of exasperation, once again rose from his seat and swiftly brought their heads together with a resounding thwack. The room fell silent, the air thick with awkwardness. Everyone, including Steve and Nick, exchanged slightly bewildered glances.

"Alright," Nick said, clearing his throat, "Moving on."

A small, hesitant voice broke the silence. "I… I am Nunnally vi Britannia." She paused, her voice trembling slightly. "Former princess of the Holy Britannian Empire. 87th in line to the imperial throne. And… and younger sister to the Eleventh Prince, Lelouch vi Britannia."

Steve, his brow furrowed, asked gently, "So, you're Euphemia's younger sister? And the Lelouch you mentioned… is that the same Lelouch who received the blood transfusion?"

Nunnally nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "Yes. He's… he's my brother."

Steve's gaze swept across the room, taking in the reactions of the others. Suzaku, Euphemia, C.C., and Rai maintained a neutral, almost guarded expression. Even Mario and Maya, who had been locked in a constant state of conflict, were silent, their gazes fixed on Nunnally. The other had faces mixed with hurt and betrayal.

He exchanged a quick, subtle glance with Nick, who nodded imperceptibly. They had both picked up on the tension, the unspoken weight that hung in the air at the mention of Lelouch's name. It was clear that the relationship between Lelouch and the rest of the group was complex and fraught with unspoken emotions.

Nick, his expression carefully neutral, shifted the conversation. "Tell us about the Holy Britannian Empire," he said, his voice calm.

A wave of confusion rippled through the group. They seemed surprised that he was asking such a basic question. Euphemia, however, took a deep breath and began.

"Britannia traces its cultural origins back to the military expeditions of Julius Caesar," she began, her voice clear and steady, "when he invaded the British Isles in 55 and 54 B.C. Alwin I, who met with strong resistance from the local tribes, became the founder of the imperial family. The election of the king and the repulsion of the Romans marks the start of 'Ascension Throne Britannia,' our dating system. Similar to the Gregorian calendar, but dated differently."

She continued, detailing the history of Britannia, the rise of the Tudor dynasty, and the divergence from what they knew as history. She spoke of Elizabeth I, her secret son, and the "Golden Age."

"Then came the Age of Revolutions," she said, her voice growing somber. "Starting with the failure known as 'Washington's Rebellion.' It failed because… because Benjamin Franklin was bribed by the Duke of Britannia with the title of Earl. George Washington and the Continental Army suffered a crushing defeat at Yorktown, ensuring Britannia's control over the North American colonies."

Nick and Steve exchanged a stunned glance. "Wait," Steve interrupted, his voice laced with disbelief. "Benjamin Franklin? Betrayed the revolution? For an earldom?"

Nick's expression mirrored Steve's. "That's… that's not how it happened in our history."

Euphemia looked at them, her brow furrowed. "What do you mean? That's how it happened. That's what we were taught."

Steve shook his head, his expression earnest. "No. In our history, Benjamin Franklin was a crucial figure in the American Revolution. A Founding Father. He served in the Continental Congress, helped draft the Declaration of Independence, negotiated the Treaty of Paris, and secured vital French support. And the Battle of Yorktown… it was a decisive victory for the Continental Army, a turning point that secured American independence."

A wave of confusion washed over the group. They exchanged bewildered glances, clearly struggling to reconcile the conflicting narratives.

Nick, sensing the growing unease, decided to cut to the chase. "We have reason to believe," he said, his voice grave, "that you come from an alternate Earth. That would explain why you've never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers. Heck, you probably don't even know what a 'superhero' is."

The room erupted in a cacophony of confused murmurs. Shock, disbelief, and a flicker of fear were etched on the faces of the teenagers.

"Alternate Earth?" Nina whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief. "That's… that's impossible."

"Superheroes?" Milly echoed, her voice laced with confusion. "Can't say I'm familiar with that term? What exactly are superheroes?"

Even C.C., normally aloof and emotionally reserved, displayed a flicker of surprise, her eyes widening slightly. She remained silent, however, her gaze fixed on Nick and Steve as if trying to decipher the truth behind their words.

Suzaku, his brow furrowed, spoke up. "Kang… he mentioned something about an alternate Earth. He said he was from… another universe."

Nick nodded grimly. "We're well aware of the multiverse. And we're also aware of Kang. He's from our 31st century. A time-traveling warlord with a penchant for rewriting history. We have an agency, A.R.M.O.R., the Alternate Reality Monitoring and Operational Response Agency, established as a force of extra-dimensional security. Their job is to guard against contamination and conflict from other realities."

A collective gasp swept through the room. "Kang is from this Earth?" Kallen exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. "The man who destroyed Britannia, the E.U, and the Chinese Federation… he's from here?"

The realization sent a fresh wave of unease through the group. The idea that their tormentor originated from this strange, unfamiliar world was deeply unsettling.

"Contamination?" Rai asked, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you mean by contamination?"

Nick's expression hardened. "Most of that is classified," he said, his voice flat. "But suffice it to say, the multiverse is a delicate balance. And interference from one reality can have… unforeseen consequences for another."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the group. "Now," he continued, his tone shifting back to the matter at hand, "we need to continue with your history lesson. It's part of the agreement I have with A.R.M.O.R. for letting you stay here. They want to know everything about your world."

Euphemia continued, her voice steady and clear, recounting the tumultuous history of the Holy Britannian Empire. "As the 'Age of Revolutions' swept across Europe," she said, "many of the old monarchies fell. But Henry X of Britannia maintained absolute rule. The most significant revolution of that time was the French Revolution, which brought forth Napoleon Bonaparte."

She paused, her expression somber. "It was Napoleon who orchestrated the event that shaped our Empire. His decisive victory at the Battle of Trafalgar allowed him to invade the British Isles and occupy London. In 1807, Queen Elizabeth III was forced to retreat to Edinburgh. There, a revolutionary group captured her and forced her to abdicate, ending the monarchy. This event became known as the 'Humiliation of Edinburgh.'"

"However," Euphemia continued, "Sir Ricardo von Britannia, Duke of Britannia, and his loyal friend, Sir Richard Hector, led a retreat with the Queen and her loyalists to the North American colonies, establishing a new capital. In 1813, Elizabeth III died childless, naming Ricardo von Britannia as her successor. It was at this time that the 'Ascension Throne Britannia' calendar was established in the Americas."

"Although Napoleon conquered the British Isles," she explained, "his rule over Europe faced growing discontent. He was ultimately defeated at the Battle of Waterloo in 1821, dying on his way back to France, supposedly poisoned by loyalists acting on the Queen's final wishes. With Napoleon's fall, a new, democratic empire arose in Europe, which would eventually become Europia United. For centuries, the EU became the bitter enemy of Britannia."

Euphemia explained that the Britannians, the remnants of the defeated British aristocracy, had retreated to North America, refusing the democratic ideals of the Enlightenment. "They clung to absolutism," she said, "and their defeat fueled a burning desire for revenge."

"The small population of Britannian nobles," she continued, "embarked on a campaign of conquest, driven by a belief in their superiority. They saw international politics as a fight for survival, rapidly expanding their control across the Americas. Each conquered region became an 'Area,' its people designated as 'Numbers.'"

She spoke of the stratified society, the "pure blood" Britannians, the "honorary Britannians," and the subjugated "Numbers." She explained how Social Darwinism became their national ethos, justifying their dominance. "Charles Darwin was revered," she said. "His theories provided a framework for their belief in the survival of the fittest."

"By the mid-20th century," Euphemia said, "Britannia had become one of three superpowers, alongside the Europia United and the Chinese Federation. We held control over the Americas, and, in some accounts, New Zealand, Hawaii, and the Philippines."

Steve's expression was grim. "So," he said, his voice heavy, "the Holy Britannian Empire is… the British Empire, the Roman Empire, and the Third Reich, all rolled into one. And they have a fanatical belief in Social Darwinism. Anyone not Britannian has no human rights."

Euphemia lowered her gaze, her voice filled with shame. "It's… it's true. Even Honorary Britannians are treated as second-class citizens. And the Numbers… they are seen as less than human."

Steve's gaze swept across the room, noting the barely contained anger simmering in Kallen, Rai, Suzaku, Mario, and Maya's expressions. He could see the pain, the resentment, the echoes of injustice they had suffered or witnessed.

"I wanted to change it," Euphemia said her voice barely a whisper. "I wanted to create a world where everyone was treated equally. Where everyone can be happy."

Suzaku nodded, his expression resolute. "As did I. We both believed in internal reform. That Britannia could be… better."

Steve looked at Euphemia, his expression softening. "I respect that," he said, his voice sincere. "Wanting to change things, to make them better… that takes courage."

Euphemia beamed at Steve's praise, a small, genuine smile lighting up her face.

Kallen, her expression hardening, picked up the thread of the narrative. "Then came the invasion of Japan," she said, her voice laced with bitterness. "The occupation."

Suzaku nodded, his gaze distant. "Japan held a significant portion of the world's sakuradite," he explained, his voice flat. "A vital resource for Britannia's technology and military. By controlling it, Britannia aimed to secure its dominance."

Kallen continued, "After conquering Japan, they implemented policies to erase our culture. They even eliminated Kanji from our names, as a tool of control."

Suzaku's voice turned grim. "Before the invasion," he said, "Emperor Charles zi Britannia exiled his son, Lelouch, and his daughter, Nunnally, to Japan when Lelouch confronted him over the death of his mother. They were used as political pawns, which only fueled the conflict."

He paused, his gaze darkening. "Under Prime Minister Genbu Kururugi, my father, Japan had oppressed other countries through economic control, leading to tensions with Britannia. And before the invasion, my father… he was going to betray Japan."

He took a deep breath, his voice laced with a bitter edge. "He encouraged the Japanese to unite, to fight against Britannia. He wanted to gather all opposition—government officials, civilians, the military—in one place, so Britannia could eliminate them in a single stroke. He claimed it wouldn't dishonor Japan, but I saw through his lies. He was working with someone in the Imperial Family. He was going to kill Lelouch and Nunnally, my closest friends, to give Britannia a pretext for invasion."

He clenched his fist, his voice tight with suppressed emotion. "I couldn't let that happen. So… I killed him. I killed my father."

He looked at Steve and Nick, his eyes filled with a raw, unmasked pain. "It didn't stop the invasion. And killing him… it's a scar I'll carry for the rest of my life."

A heavy silence settled over the lounge. Euphemia and Nunnally exchanged sympathetic glances with Suzaku, their eyes filled with unspoken understanding. The others, too, offered silent support. Kallen, though disapproving of Genbu's actions, still held a somber expression. Rai, his face unreadable, simply offered Suzaku a nod of acknowledgment, a silent affirmation of his choice.

Steve, his gaze fixed on Suzaku, spoke, his voice gentle but firm. "Suzaku," he began, "I've seen things in war that'd make a saint question their faith. I've seen good men do terrible things, things they'd carry with them like a lead weight for the rest of their lives. You say you killed your father to protect your friends, to save innocent lives. That's a burden no one should have to bear, especially a kid."

He paused, his eyes filled with a deep, understanding sadness. "Back in my day, we faced enemies who wanted to extinguish freedom, to crush the very idea of hope. We fought for the right to choose, and to live without tyranny. Sometimes, those choices were impossible. There were times when the line between right and wrong blurred, and you were left with nothing but the instinct to protect what mattered."

"You were faced with a choice no child should ever have to make," Steve continued, his voice resonating with sincerity. "A choice that demanded you sacrifice something precious to prevent a greater evil. And you chose to save lives. That tells me something about your character. It tells me you valued others more than yourself, even at the cost of your soul."

He paused again, his gaze unwavering. "The guilt you carry, it's real. It's a testament to the weight of what you did. But don't let it define you. Don't let it consume you. You can't change the past, but you can choose how you move forward. You can choose to honor the lives you saved by living a life worth saving."

"We all carry scars, Suzaku," Steve said, his voice softening. "Some are visible, some are hidden deep inside. But those scars don't make us monsters. They make us human. They remind us of the battles we've fought and the strength we found to keep fighting."

"You're not alone in this," he continued, his voice filled with empathy. "There are people who care about you, who believe in you. Lelouch and Nunnally, they needed you back then. You saved them, now you owe it to them, and to yourself, to find a way to live with what you've done."

"It won't be easy," Steve admitted, his voice low. "There will be days when the guilt feels unbearable. But you have to keep moving. You have to keep fighting. Not against an enemy, but against the darkness inside yourself. You have to choose to be better, to be the man you were meant to be."

He leaned forward, his eyes meeting Suzaku's. "And if you ever need someone to talk to, someone who understands the weight of impossible choices, you know where to find me. We're all fighting our own battles, Suzaku. And sometimes, all we need is someone to stand beside us and say, 'You're not alone.'"

Suzaku's expression softened, the hard lines of grief and guilt momentarily easing. He looked up at Steve, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and a quiet, profound sadness. A single tear traced a path down his cheek, a silent testament to the weight he carried. He nodded slowly, unable to speak, the words of Captain America resonating deep within him. He was touched, deeply touched, by the sincerity and understanding in Steve's words.

Fury cleared his throat, his voice low and respectful. "I don't want to interrupt this… touching moment," he said, his gaze shifting back to the group, "but we need to keep moving. What happened next?"

Milly stepped forward, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced with a somber seriousness. "After the invasion and occupation of Japan," she said, "Lelouch and Nunnally came under the care of my family, the Ashfords. My family were old friends of his mother, the late Empress Marianne vi Britannia."

Nick's brow furrowed. "His mother died," he stated, his voice flat. "What happened?"

Nunnally's voice trembled slightly as she answered. "It was a terrorist attack on Aries Villa. It killed my mother, and… and it left me like this." She gestured to her eyes, then to her legs. "I was crippled, and I lost my sight. Until… until recently."

"When Lelouch confronted our father," she continued, her voice laced with a quiet heartbroken anger, "he called me weak. He said I was a burden. And when Lelouch renounced his claim to the throne, our father declared him dead from the moment he was born. He banished us to Japan. We were to be used as… bargaining tools."

Nunnally's voice broke, tears streaming down her face. Euphemia and Shirley immediately moved to comfort her, their arms around her shoulders.

Steve watched the scene, his expression grim. "That man," he said, his voice low, "his children… to abandon them like that…" He shook his head, unable to comprehend such callousness. "What happened next?"

Milly, her voice soft but firm continued the story. "Eventually, Lelouch and Nunnally spent time as students at Ashford Academy. My family's school. Lelouch was the vice president of the student council, and Nunnally was an honorary member, being too young to officially enroll."

Rivalz, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and rueful amusement, added, "And we had no idea. No idea at all. That they were a prince and princess. Or that Lelouch was… Zero."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Zero," he said, his voice laced with curiosity. "Tell us about Zero."

C.C., her voice cool and detached, took over. "Lelouch, the outcast prince of Britannia, became Zero. He formed the Order of the Black Knights. A military organization, initially a group of vigilante rebels, dedicated to fighting the Holy Britannian Empire."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room. "They called themselves the 'Heroes of Japan,' distinguishing themselves from terrorist groups like the Japan Liberation Front. They rescued civilians, they didn't take hostages. This earned them public support and increased their recruitment. Most members were Japanese, former resistance fighters, but there were also Britannians, and people from other nations, among their ranks."

"Lelouch's goal," she continued, her voice flat, "was to destroy Britannia. To avenge his mother, and to create a world where Nunnally could be happy."

Nunnally, her voice soft and filled with longing, added, "All I ever wanted was to live with my brother. To be together. I didn't want him to become Zero and fight Britannia."

Euphemia placed a comforting hand on Nunnally's shoulder. "He wanted that too, Nunnally," she said, her voice gentle. "He wanted both of you to live a life without fear, without the constant threat of the Empire discovering you. That's part of why I set up the Special Administrative Zone."

She paused, her gaze meeting Nunnally's. "It wasn't just to give the Japanese some of their rights back. It was also to protect you and Lelouch. Like him, I'd given up my claim to the throne. To protect Zero, to protect him."

Euphemia's voice softened. "I told him… I told him that you wanted to be with him. Just him. So, I made the Zone for your sake as well. To have a place where we could all be together."

She looked at Steve and Nick, her expression turning somber. "I convinced Lelouch to help me establish the Zone. We were going to make it a reality… but then Kang invaded. He… he started by massacring the Japanese who had gathered for the establishment ceremony."

Nick and Steve exchanged a grim glance. They could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the palpable darkness that was about to descend. They were entering the territory of Kang.

"What happened?" Steve asked, his voice low and steady.

Suzaku's voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "Kang brought the three dominant superpowers of our world to their knees in a single day. The Holy Britannian Empire was the first to fall. Then the United Republic of Europia. Finally, the Chinese Federation."

He paused, his gaze distant. "Japan held out for a month. Only because Kang was… interested in Lelouch and me. After we destroyed his command ship by detonating the sakuradite mines in Mt Fuji. He let us hold off his forces, to see what we could do. He said… he said he was impressed enough to want to challenge us. To add us to his 'collection of Anachronauts.'"

Suzaku continued, his voice tight. "To get our attention, he kidnapped our friends. He sent us a… polite invitation to come aboard his Damocles Base. If we refused or failed to show up, he would kill them."

He paused, his gaze hardening. "Lelouch and I went. We were brought before Kang. And it was there… it was there that I learned the truth. That Lelouch, my best friend, had been Zero all along."

Suzaku's voice was heavy with the weight of the revelations. "Kang showed us… visions. Of what would have happened if he hadn't invaded. Of the future that awaited us."

He paused, his voice barely a whisper. "He showed us… Lelouch uses his Geass on Euphemia, forcing her to commit genocide against the Japanese and kill her, to fuel his rebellion. And he showed us… Lelouch becoming a tyrant. Worse than his father."

Nina, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and rage, spoke up. "He tainted Princess Euphemia! He's a demon!"

Before anyone could react, Euphemia's hand flashed out, striking Nina across the face with a resounding crack. It was so strong it knocked Nina's glasses off her face. The room fell silent, the air thick with shock. Everyone stared at Euphemia, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and stunned silence.

Euphemia, her face flushed with anger, her eyes blazing, spoke, her voice trembling with fury. "Never," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "Never call my brother a demon. Especially when he would never do that to me."

Milly quickly moved to stand between Nina and Euphemia, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Okay, everyone, let's just calm down," she said, her voice strained.

Nina, her face pale, stared at Euphemia, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal. "Princess Euphemia," she whispered, her voice trembling. "How could you? He… he would have used his Geass on you! He would've killed you too just like he killed Prince Clovis! Your brother!"

Euphemia's anger didn't waver. "I loved Clovis," she said, her voice firm. "But I can never condone what he did in the Shinjuku Ghetto. And Lelouch… his anger towards Britannia, towards the imperial family, is justified. We abandoned him. We abandoned him and Nunnally when they needed help the most."

She stepped forward, her gaze piercing. "But Lelouch is not the monster Kang made him out to be. I refuse to believe Kang's lies. He would never do that to me, or Nunnally."

To the surprise of everyone present, Suzaku stepped forward, his expression resolute. "I agree with Euphemia," he said, his voice firm.

A ripple of shock went through the group. They had never expected Euphemia's knight, Lelouch's sworn enemy, to defend him.

"I am well aware of my past conflicts with Lelouch," Suzaku continued, his gaze sweeping across the room. "But even now, he is still my friend. If it weren't for him, I would still be an outcast at Ashford Academy. I would have no friends."

Kallen, her voice laced with suspicion, challenged him. "How do you know he didn't use his Geass on you? On any of us? We could all be under his control." Her voice trembled slightly. "I… I fear he used it to corrupt my heart, to make me follow him."

C.C., her voice cool and detached, interrupted. "If you were under his Geass, you wouldn't be questioning it now. You wouldn't be having this conversation."

Kallen's voice was sharp. "How do you know that?" she demanded, her eyes fixed on C.C.

C.C. raised an eyebrow, her expression enigmatic. "Who do you think gave Lelouch his Geass in the first place?"

Nick, his gaze narrowing, interrupted. "Geass? Explain."

C.C. sighed, her expression suggesting she found the entire conversation tedious. "Geass is a power," she explained, her voice flat. "It manifests differently in each individual, possibly related to their inner desires and personality. The power increases with use, and if the user lacks willpower, they can be consumed by it. It's the Power of Kings. I can't use it, but I'm immune to its effects."

"Each Geass has limitations," she continued, "restrictions that can be exploited by someone who knows them. All Geass abilities affect the mind, influencing will, thought, memory, and perception. Initially, the Geass appears in one eye. But with repeated use, or by pushing its limits, it eventually spreads to both eyes. Overuse and mental instability can lead to 'runaway Geass,' making it permanently active."

"Lelouch's Geass," she said, her gaze sweeping across the group, "given to him by me, is the 'Power of Absolute Obedience.' It allows him to plant commands in someone's mind through eye contact, like hypnosis. He can only use it once on any given individual, but he can issue multiple commands during that initial contact. The victims don't remember what happened during the command's execution. So, if you were under his Geass, you wouldn't be having this conversation. You'd be… unresponsive."

She paused, her gaze hardening. "He initially controlled its activation, but he lost that control. He developed runaway Geass. I knew he reached that point when he went to talk with Euphemia alone."

Rai, who had remained silent until now, gave C.C. a subtle nod. She continued, "Rai and I believe that what Kang showed you, Lelouch using Geass on Euphemia, was a result of runaway Geass. An accidental command, amplified by his uncontrollable power. Rai experienced something similar."

All eyes turned to Rai, who remained silent, his expression unreadable. Nick, his brow furrowed, asked, "You have Geass too?"

Rai simply nodded, his gaze steady.

With Rai's silent permission, C.C. continued. "Rai is… from a different time than yours. Long before the development of Knightmare Frames."

A ripple of surprise went through the room. They had assumed he was from the same era as the others.

"He was a member of the Britannian nobility," C.C. explained, "though he had mixed heritage. His mother and younger sister were Japanese, which led to him and his family being ostracized. When someone like me came around and offered him the power of Geass. He accepted."

She paused, her voice hardening. "He used his Geass to kill his Britannian family. To gain control of the land he was given dominion over."

"But his happiness didn't last," she continued, her voice laced with a hint of pity. "He didn't fully understand his Geass. He gave a command in the heat of battle. He ordered everyone to fight to their deaths when his home was invaded. By the time the smoke cleared, everyone he cared about was gone."

"Driven to despair," she said, her voice flat, "he attempted suicide. His contractor wouldn't allow it. Rai hadn't fulfilled his end of their bargain. So, he locked him away. Inside a Thought Elevator. On that occasion, Rai also used his own Geass on himself to forget everything that happened."

A wave of sympathy washed over the group, their gazes fixed on Rai. Rivalz, his voice laced with confusion, asked, "Why didn't you just… use your Geass to undo the command?"

Rai gave him a cold, hard stare, silencing him. C.C. sighed. "Rai suffers a heart attack whenever he uses his Geass on a large group of people. By the time he recovered, it was too late."

Nick, his brow furrowed, asked, "Thought Elevator? What's that?"

C.C. remained tight-lipped. "I won't elaborate on that," she said, her voice flat. "But I will explain Rai's Geass. It's similar to Lelouch's, 'absolute obedience,' but it relies on sound. He can affect anyone who hears him, including himself. Deaf people are immune. And it only works with his natural voice, not through relays or recordings. The effective range is limited to how far his voice can carry."

"Decades later, he somehow escaped the Thought Elevator on Kamine Island," she continued, "and was found by Code R."

"Code R?" Nick asked, his gaze narrowing.

"The Code R Research Team," C.C. explained, "a top-secret Britannian military project, founded and overseen by Prince Clovis. They employed researchers from the Rosenberg Institute, led by Bartley Asprius. Not all members of the imperial family knew about it. Their focus was on researching me, and Geass, with the intent of duplicating my abilities."

She paused, her gaze shifting to Kallen. "And you, Kallen," she said, her voice cool, "you and your friends thought you were stealing poison gas. That was a lie. I was the poison gas."

Kallen's eyes widened in disbelief. "You?" she exclaimed. "But… that's impossible!"

"It was a cover story," C.C. said, her voice flat. "Clovis started the annihilation of Shinjuku to prevent word of my existence from spreading."

Kallen's face paled. "Nagata," she whispered, her voice trembling. "He… he died for nothing. We all did."

C.C. nodded, her expression grim. "Code R sent Rai to the same facility where I was held. He was subjected to various experiments, including Knightmare training and artificial reinforcement of his body. He eventually escaped, using his Geass. He found his way to Ashford Academy shortly after."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the group. "I'm sure you know the rest."

Milly, her voice soft, added, "My grandfather, Reuben, the Superintendent, allowed him to stay. We sheltered him. He was provisionally enrolled and given a place at the academy until his memories returned. I never expected it to be this sad."

C.C. sighed, her expression weary. "Eventually, his memories returned. And his Geass went out of control. For everyone's safety, he returned to the facility and sealed himself inside a Thought Elevator. He even used his Geass to erase his existence from your memories."

She paused, her gaze hardening. "But fate, it seems, had other plans. He found himself out of that elevator again."

She turned to Rai, her voice laced with exasperation. "Rai," she said, her tone sharp, "grab a notepad or something. I'm done being your carrier pigeon."

Rai rolled his eyes, a flicker of amusement in his usually stoic expression. He turned to Nick and Steve, his gaze steady.

Steve, understanding the silent request, pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil from his pocket. He often used them to sketch in his spare time. Rai accepted the offering with a nod and began to write.

"I can read it aloud if you like," Suzaku offered. Rai paused, his expression softening with gratitude, before resuming his writing. Once finished, he tore the page from the pad and handed it to Suzaku.

Suzaku cleared his throat and began to read. "I found myself outside the Thought Elevator with a cryptic note. It said, 'Your friends are in danger. They need your help.' A part of me yearned to return to the isolation, to retreat from the world and its dangers. But the explosion that destroyed the Elevator extinguished that option. I had no choice but to venture out, to check on my friends, even if they no longer remembered me. The Thought Elevator, in its distorted reality, had amplified my Geass, erasing my existence from their memories, a desperate attempt to shield them from my power."

He paused, his voice laced with a hint of unease. "The note, however, ignited a deep-seated fear. My friends were in danger. It took time to construct a makeshift raft, to escape the isolation of Kamine Island. By the time I reached the mainland, Japan was a ravaged landscape, a testament to Kang's invasion. My worry for my friends intensified."

"As I made my way to Ashford Academy," Suzaku continued, "I gleaned fragments of information from scattered survivors. The Britannian military and the Black Knights, once formidable forces, had been overwhelmed. Ashford Academy, surprisingly, had become a refuge, a base of operations for the resistance. It was here, I hoped, I would find my friends."

"I arrived too late," Suzaku read, his voice growing grim. "The Academy was under attack, not by Kang's robotic legions, but by the Anachronauts, elite commandos handpicked and personally defeated by Kang himself, according to Sir Raston. I also gleaned some unsettling truths about Kang, information that defied conventional understanding, but those details were secondary to the immediate threat. My friends had been kidnapped, pawns in a game to force Lelouch and Suzaku to accept Kang's invitation. Refusal meant their deaths."

Suzaku continued reading, his voice steady. "I used my Geass on Sir Raston to take me aboard Damocles Base. When I went to grab weapons from Kang's trophy room, I found my mother's amulet there. The one Kang calls the Siege Perilous."

Steve's brow furrowed. "Siege Perilous?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Rai, without a word, began to sketch on the pad of paper. He drew a detailed image of the amulet, then tore off the page and handed it to Steve.

Suzaku continued reading. "I now realize Kang was the invader who attacked my territory. I think he attacked me for the Siege Perilous. I didn't know why at the time, but my focus was on saving my friends. Luckily, a woman named Ravonna helped me."

Steve's eyes widened slightly. "Ravonna?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise. "You met Ravonna Renslayer?"

When Rai nodded, Steve continued, "Princess Ravonna is Kang the Conqueror's… lover. She was caught in a temporal anomaly, and without Kang's technology, she would have been erased from existence. Her safety was the primary reason Kang invaded your time."

He paused, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "After the Avengers fought off Kang, we wanted to find a way to help her. But she disappeared from the Baxter Building when Kang escaped."

A collective gasp went through the room. "You fought Kang?" Kallen asked, her voice filled with disbelief. "And you… you defeated him?"

Steve nodded, his expression serious. "We did. And I'm relieved to hear Ravonna is alive. And that she helped you."

Suzaku continued reading Rai's message. "The Siege Perilous helped us escape. My mother told me stories of its power, of legends that whispered of a second chance at life for the wearer upon their death. I never believed them, dismissing them as folklore. I didn't believe it had powers until it opened a portal to an alternate Earth."

Nick leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Does he still have it? The Siege Perilous?" he asked. "I know people who would love to study that."

Rai shook his head, his expression grim.

Suzaku added, "He wrote that he lost it after we entered the portal."

Steve could see the flicker of disappointment in Nick's eyes. He shared the sentiment. The Siege Perilous could have been their only tangible link to the alternate reality these teenagers came from.

Rai began writing again, his hand moving quickly across the paper. He handed the finished note to Suzaku, who read it, his eyes widening in surprise.

"What does it say?" Steve asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Suzaku looked at Rai, then back at Steve. "He says… regarding Lelouch using his Geass on his friends… Lelouch would never do that. He knows this because when he suggested to Lelouch that he use Geass on me, to bring me to their side, Lelouch refused. Outraged. Disgusted."

He paused, his voice filled with a quiet respect. "Lelouch said that if he wanted me on his side, he wanted it to be my own choice. He even threatened… to put Rai to sleep forever if he ever used his Geass on me."

Suzaku continued his voice firm. "That's why Rai doesn't believe Lelouch would do the things Kang showed. Aside from the Mao incident, he's never used his Geass on his friends."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Mao incident?" he asked.

Rai quickly scribbled another note and handed it to Suzaku. Suzaku read it, his expression grim.

"The Mao incident," he began, "was named after Mao. He… he took Nunnally hostage. Tried to blow up Ashford Academy."

A collective gasp went through the room. The students of Ashford Academy were particularly shocked.

Suzaku continued, his voice low. "Mao had a Geass that allowed him to read minds. The problem was, that he couldn't turn it off. It drove him insane. Like Lelouch, his Geass was given to him by C.C."

He paused, his gaze hardening. "He was obsessed with C.C. He pursued her relentlessly. Which makes sense, given that she's immune to Geass. He used his Geass to target Shirley, preying on her insecurities to manipulate her. He wanted her to kill Lelouch."

All eyes turned to Shirley, who looked pale and shaken. "It's true," she said, her voice trembling. "After my father died in Narita, I was… confused. I was even more distraught when I learned Lelouch was Zero, the man responsible for his death."

She paused, her voice thick with emotion. "I tried to kill him. But… when I saw the photographs he took in my room, remembering all the fun times we had, I couldn't do it. I collapsed in his arms. And then… I was overcome with guilt. I killed a woman who told me Lelouch might be involved with the Black Knights, and about my father's death. I… I forgot everything about Lelouch after that. Until Deathunt used that Geass Canceller."

Her voice dropped to a whisper filled with hurt. "Lelouch's Geass… it must be why I forgot."

The atmosphere in the room turned somber, heavy with grief and regret. The Ashford students exchanged somber glances, remembering the funeral of Joseph Fenette. The image of Shirley's mother, breaking down in tears as her husband was buried again, was etched into their memories. Joseph had died in a landslide, a tragic consequence of the Black Knights' actions during the Battle of Narita.

Rai quickly scribbled another note and handed it to Suzaku. "He says," Suzaku began, his voice somber, "that the death of Shirley's father is one of the things he and Lelouch deeply regret. It was a point of contention between them. Lelouch also regretted using his Geass on Shirley."

He paused, his gaze shifting to Shirley. "Rai says he can't speak for Lelouch, not anymore, but he can list off five reasons for why he did it."

Suzaku then began to read the reasons Rai wrote down:

"1… Lelouch felt a strong sense of guilt and responsibility for Shirley's father's death and the fact that she had become entangled in his dangerous world."

"2…He believed that by erasing her memories, he could prevent her from being hurt or killed again due to her connection to him and his activities as Zero."

"3…Lelouch wanted to ensure that Shirley wouldn't be drawn into his conflict, as he knew that being close to him meant being exposed to danger."

"4… Lelouch's tendency towards self-blame also played a role in his decision, as he likely saw erasing Shirley's memories as a way to punish himself for the situation."

"5… Lelouch likely believed that it would cause her less pain to forget him and the events surrounding the Mao incident, rather than to continue living with the knowledge of his identity and the dangers that came with it."

Shirley remained silent, processing the information. Rai began writing again, handing another note to Suzaku. "He says," Suzaku read, "that he wanted to elaborate on the Mao incident. Lelouch told him everything, from his perspective. Rai even helped Lelouch and me with Mao. He would ask C.C. to elaborate, but she's being stubborn."

C.C., her voice flat, retorted, "Tell him to bite me."

Ignoring C.C., Suzaku continued reading. "When Mao finally found C.C. in Area 11, she tried to get rid of him. Lelouch mused that killing him would have been more humane, but she failed. Lelouch then concocted a plan to save her. He broadcast himself on a monitor in front of Mao, playing with his head by saying C.C. belonged to him. This made Mao attack the monitor. Suddenly, he heard thoughts everywhere and then found police forces surrounding him. Lelouch, disguised as a police officer, explained his plan in his thoughts. The broadcast was a recording, meant to distract Mao while Lelouch used the police to capture him and save C.C. Unfortunately, Lelouch ordered the police to 'shoot' instead of 'kill,' and Mao survived with the help of Britannian medical technology."

Mario and Maya both muttered with dread, "That couldn't have ended well."

Suzaku nodded grimly and continued reading. "After escaping custody, Mao kidnapped Nunnally, holding her hostage in the lower levels of Ashford Academy. He wanted to lure out and eliminate Lelouch in an elaborate game. Lelouch collaborated with me, devising a plan where he would distract Mao while I rescued Nunnally. He even used his Geass on himself to forget the plan, so Mao couldn't read his mind."

He paused, his voice turning somber. "After his defeat, Mao read my mind, revealing that I had killed my father seven years earlier. He said the reports of Genbu's suicide were lies. He tormented me, saying my reasons for killing him explained my death wish, that I only wanted to wash the blood off my hands. To save my soul."

"Lelouch, angered by Mao's cruelty, silenced him permanently with his Geass. As Mao tried to escape, C.C. appeared. She told him she did love him, and then… she killed him. A silenced pistol shot to the neck."

Suzaku looked at C.C., his expression grave. "That explains why he was never caught," he said.

C.C. shrugged, her expression indifferent. "I did what I should have done a long time ago."

"He could have been brought to justice," Suzaku argued.

C.C. scoffed. "Justice? There would have been no justice with Mao. He would have talked his way out of anything, using his Geass."

Rai wrote another note and handed it to Suzaku. "He says," Suzaku read, "that when Mao used his Geass on him, he didn't try any tricks. He wasn't that cruel. He's not going to shed any tears for that sadistic bastard."

Rai wrote a final note, handing it to Suzaku. "He says," Suzaku read, his voice firm, "that the point he's trying to make is that while Lelouch may have his faults, he is far from a monster. He does care about his friends and others. If all you saw was the worst in him, then you're no different than the demons you accuse him of being."

Maya and Mario nodded in agreement, their usual bickering momentarily forgotten. Mario spoke up, his voice surprisingly serious. "He's right. If it weren't for Lelouch forcing Clovis to issue a ceasefire, there wouldn't have been any survivors in Shinjuku."

Maya added, "And if it weren't for him, Milly, Shirley, Nina, Euphemia, and countless others wouldn't have been rescued from the Kawaguchi Lake Convention Center hotel. Remember? When the Japan Liberation Front had taken hostages. He saved them."

Suzaku held up two ornate invitations, their designs identical except for the names inscribed upon them. "He saved me too," he said, his voice laced with conviction. "From being a scapegoat in Prince Clovis's murder. My only regret is that I didn't join him. Maybe I could've helped prevent what happened at Narita. And these invitations… they're from Kang. One for me, one for Lelouch. Kang kidnapped you all. If Lelouch didn't care, he would have left when he had the chance. He even played chess with Kang, a game designed to break him, just to buy time and save you."

"Surely you must've seen how Lelouch reacted when he saw himself committing those atrocities," Suzaku heavily added. "He wasn't reveling in it like a demon…he was horrified at what he saw. Would a demon do that?"

A heavy silence settled over the room. The teenagers, their emotions raw and exposed, were left to grapple with the revelations.

Nick, sensing the gravity of the moment, spoke, his voice calm and authoritative. "Thank you," he said, his gaze sweeping across the group. "Thank you for your cooperation. We appreciate you sharing your story."

Steve, his expression gentle, added, "JARVI, if you could please assist our guests to their temporary rooms? They've been using them for the past four days."

As the teenagers, still reeling from the emotional rollercoaster, began to file out of the lounge, Steve and Nick exchanged a knowing glance. They had one final interview to conduct.

"Lelouch," Steve said, his voice low, as they walked towards the infirmary. "It's time we spoke with him."

[~]

The live transmission on Tony's tablet flickered and died, leaving the room in a heavy silence. Tony turned to Lelouch, his gaze carefully assessing the young man's reaction. He had been monitoring Lelouch's expressions throughout the entire interview, observing the subtle shifts in his posture, the fleeting glimpses of emotion that flickered across his face. Regret, guilt, and a deep-seated weariness were the most prominent.

"Well," Tony said, breaking the silence, his voice laced with a thoughtful curiosity, "that was… enlightening. Given the costume, the codename, the whole 'masked rebel leader' thing, and the… surprising lack of superheroes on your Earth, you could almost be considered your world's first superhero."

Lelouch's voice was sharp, laced with bitterness. "A hero? I was never a hero. Nor will I ever be."

Tony raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "That's not what your friends seem to think."

"Then there must be something wrong with your hearing," Lelouch retorted, his voice dripping with self-loathing. "I was a terrorist leader. I was trying to bring down an empire, yes, but for my gain. Every 'altruistic' deed I ever did was just a means to an end. I was nobody's friend. I was using them, just like I was using my sister."

His voice grew darker, heavy with self-recrimination. "And I would have become the Demon Emperor. A tyrant, worse than my father. Demon is a suitable word for me."

Lelouch's mind was a maelstrom of self-loathing, fueled by the recurring nightmares of the Demon Emperor. Despite hearing his friends defend him, despite seeing their unwavering support, he felt utterly undeserving. They should have condemned him, not offered him solace. He felt the crushing weight of responsibility for Suzaku's actions, for forcing his best friend to kill his father.

"Kang was right," Lelouch muttered, his voice hollow. "I'm no different than him."

A heavy silence fell between them, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. Then, Tony spoke, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Lelouch, I'm no stranger to mistakes. Everyone makes them."

Lelouch scoffed, his voice laced with bitter irony. "Are you aware of the sort of mistakes I've made? The innocent blood that was spilled because of them?"

Tony's expression hardened, his eyes reflecting a dark, distant memory. "I am. I was once a Merchant of Death. I built weapons. Some of the biggest, worst weapons imaginable. Weapons that could end a war with a single shot. Karma caught up with me when terrorists captured me and forced me to build them a weapon. And then… I saw them. Saw they were using my weapons. Weapons I built to defend my country. Weapons that made me an accessory to every atrocity they committed. That would have been my legacy."

"During my captivity," Tony continued his voice low, "shrapnel from a bomb was lodged in my chest. They kept me alive with a makeshift electromagnet, powered by a car battery. While I was there, with the help of a man named Ho Yinsen, I secretly built a suit of armor and a miniature Arc Reactor to power the electromagnet. We escaped, but… Yinsen didn't make it."

Lelouch looked at Tony, his expression a mixture of confusion and a dawning understanding. "What's your point, Tony?"

Tony's gaze met Lelouch's, his eyes filled with a pearl of hard-earned wisdom. "My point is everyone who died because of my weapons had every right to hate me. Their reasons would be understandable. But I didn't let that define me. Learning from our mistakes, that's what defines us. My capture, Yinsen's sacrifice, helped me realize I had more to offer the world than making things go boom. I decided to use my genius, and my resources, to protect the world. I chose to become Iron Man."

Lelouch remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. Tony could see the internal struggle raging within him. He wasn't convinced, not yet, but Tony's words had planted a seed, a flicker of doubt in the wall of self-loathing.

"We should get out of here," Tony suggested, his voice gentle. "Get some fresh air."

Lelouch's expression hardened. "I don't want to go anywhere. Not a good idea."

The conversation had become a tense stalemate. Tony's attempts to reason with Lelouch, to offer him a glimpse of hope, were met with a wall of self-recrimination. The weight of his past actions, the burden of his perceived failures, was crushing him. Especially when Tony mentioned Nunnally.

"You said you were doing it all for your sister," Tony stated.

"I was never her brother!" Lelouch replied, his voice filled with venom.

Suddenly, fueled by a surge of frustration and self-hatred, Lelouch lashed out. His fist slammed into the wall beside him, leaving a gaping hole in the reinforced plaster.

The sudden violence shocked both of them. Lelouch stared at his hand, then at the hole in the wall, his eyes wide with disbelief. He was not a physically imposing figure. He possessed the physical prowess of a teenager who engaged in little to no strenuous physical activity. He was known for his inability to run very fast or for any substantial period. He was constantly outpaced by his classmates, and even simple tasks requiring manual labor exhausted him. He couldn't even outrun Milly wearing a dress. The fact that he was able to punch a hole in the wall was a surprise to him.

Lelouch stared at his fist, then at the gaping hole in the wall, his voice filled with disbelief. "What… what just happened?" he stammered.

Just then, Steve Rogers entered the room. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene: the hole in the wall, Lelouch's stunned expression, and the tense atmosphere. He gestured to Nick, who was lingering in the doorway, to stay outside. Then, he closed the door behind him, his expression serious.

Tony, his gaze fixed on Lelouch, turned to Steve. "Looks like the side effects kicked in," he said, his voice low.

Steve nodded, his expression grave. "He's right," he said, his gaze fixed on Lelouch.

Lelouch, his voice laced with confusion, asked, "Side effects? What are you talking about?"

Steve stepped forward, his expression gentle but firm. "My name is Steve Rogers," he began. "And to save your life, I donated my blood. We didn't have time to find a matching donor, and you and your friends… you don't have any records here. My blood is O-negative, a universal donor. The transfusion saved your life, but it may have… altered you."

Lelouch's eyes widened. "Altered me? What do you mean?"

"My blood is… special," Steve explained, his voice low. "It's a result of the Super-Soldier Serum. When you received the transfusion, you became… mutated. Your bodily functions were enhanced. To the peak of human potential. You're a Super-Soldier now, Lelouch."

Lelouch spoke the words, "Super-Soldier," the word feeling foreign and heavy on his tongue. He looked down at his hands, at his own body, as if trying to discern the changes within. After a moment, he looked up at Steve, his expression bleak. "You should have let me die."

Steve shook his head, his voice firm. "That's not something we would ever do."

"You heard everything," Lelouch said, his voice laced with bitterness. "From the people I pretended were my friends. You know what kind of person I am. You should have left me to die."

Steve looked at Tony, who gave him a nonchalant shrug. He should have known Tony would do something like interview Lelouch while he and Nick were busy with the others. JARVIS must have been patched in a live feed.

Steve turned back to Lelouch, his expression earnest. "Lelouch," he said, his voice gentle, "I see someone who needs help. Just like your friends do."

"I don't need help," Lelouch insisted, his voice laced with a desperate denial.

Steve cut him off, his voice firm but compassionate. "Yes, you do. One thing about the Super-Soldier Serum," he explained, "is that it amplifies who you are. Good becomes great, and bad becomes worse."

Lelouch's eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing his face. "So… I'm just going to get worse?"

Steve placed a reassuring hand on Lelouch's shoulder. "No," he said, his voice firm. "Not if you don't want to. If you want to, we'll help you discover the best of yourself. We'll help you find a way to live with what you've done, and to become a better person. Once we do, we'll help you and your friends find your world and free it from Kang."

Lelouch looked at Steve, his expression a mixture of suspicion and desperate longing. "Why?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Why would you help me? Why help any of us? We're not from your Earth. This isn't your concern."

Steve's expression softened, his gaze unwavering. "It's not complicated, son. Your world's in trouble, and we have the means to do something about it."

"You expect me to believe it's as simple as that?" Lelouch asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

"I've never been able to stand bullies in my life, son," Steve said, his voice firm and resolute. "Be they from across the sea or centuries. Anyone who would deny the God-given rights of freedom and independence to anyone else needs to be stopped at all costs. For no greater reason than the simple fact that it is the right thing to do."

Lelouch's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of recognition in his gaze. "I've… I've used such words before."

"Did you mean them?" Steve asked, his voice gentle but probing.

Lelouch hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Steve placed a reassuring hand on Lelouch's shoulder. "Well, son, it sounds like you've got a lot to learn. If you're willing to."

"I… I don't…" Lelouch stammered, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Steve's expression softened, his eyes filled with a quiet hope. "This is a land of second chances, son. This is yours."

[~[~]

Greetings and Bienvenue, dear readers! Step right up, step right up, and witness the grand unveiling of our latest chapter, a spectacle of emotions and revelations!

First, a resounding round of applause, a standing ovation, if you will, for the esteemed patrickthenobleman! Your invaluable assistance has been the guiding star, the very compass, that steered this long-overdue narrative into the light. Thank you, sir, for helping bring this vision to life!

Now, let us recap the theatrical events that unfolded before your very eyes: We delved deep into the hearts of our displaced heroes, witnessing their raw vulnerability as they recounted the tragic tale of their world. We explored the complex history of the Holy Britannian Empire, a tapestry woven with threads of tyranny and rebellion. We witnessed the emotional turmoil of Suzaku, the haunted past of Rai, and the raw pain of Shirley. And finally, we saw Lelouch face his demons, his self-loathing a tempest threatening to consume him, only to be offered a lifeline by the noble Captain Rogers.

For this chapter title, it has a very significant meaning. In an upright position, the Tower tarot card signifies a sudden, often unexpected upheaval or disruption, forcing a reevaluation of one's life and the destruction of false beliefs to pave the way for a new foundation.

As you can see, our characters carry emotional baggage heavier than a Knightmare Frame. They must confront these burdens before they can fully engage with the wonders and perils of the Marvel Universe. The next three chapters, My Friends, will be a crucible, a trial by fire, as Lelouch confronts his inner demons and returns to his roots.

And a word about our enigmatic twins, Mario and Maya. Let us just say that the Siege Perilous, in its infinite wisdom (or perhaps its infinite chaos), has split the original Disel in two. The true Disel? A mystery! Memories persist, yet Mario and Maya both exist, a conundrum wrapped in an enigma, served with a side of bewilderment.

Regarding the matter of theme songs, I implore you, dear readers, to unleash your inner maestros! Let your imaginations soar! Play whatever melodies resonate with your soul as you journey through this tale. I shall not fall prey to the siren song of lyrical transcriptions; this is a fanfic, not a musical extravaganza!

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Until next time, when the curtain rises on another act of this grand performance!