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I sat inside the Quinjet, my muscles aching, my mind still racing from everything that had happened. My hands rested on my lap, fingers twitching every now and then. The others were outside, tying up loose ends, making sure Hydra had nothing left to surprise us with. But inside, in the dim light of the Quinjet, Tony sat alone.
His armor was dented and scorched.
His fingers trembled.
J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke through his earpiece, voice low and controlled. "Sir, your heart rate is erratic. I recommend—"
"Shut up."
Silence.
Something was wrong.
I took a breath and stepped forward. "Tony."
No response.
He was staring at the floor, his hands clasped together like he was holding on for dear life.
A sudden clang echoed in the Quinjet as I stepped inside fully, the metal under my boots snapping him out of whatever trance he was in.
His eyes flickered to me.
I should've been relieved to see him awake, to see him breathing after what we had just gone through. But the look in his eyes—
That wasn't relief.
It was fear.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
Tony blinked. "What?"
I clenched my jaw and took a step forward. "You were out cold when we found you. No bruises, no hits—just out. Then you wake up looking like you've seen a ghost."
He looked away, his grip tightening on his knees. "Drop it."
"No."
Tony exhaled sharply, annoyed. "It's none of your damn business, kid."
I scoffed. "Right. Because I'm just a 'kid' to you, huh? I lost my mother in front of my eyes when militants raided our home. My father? He was never around. Never cared. And then, without me even knowing, he almost died a few years ago. The one guy I thought had my back, Bruce, just lost control again, nearly killing us all. My friends—people I trusted—turned against me in battle. And now you go dark for fifteen minutes, and I'm supposed to just—let it slide?"
Tony shot to his feet.
"Yeah?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Then let me spell it out for you. She got in my head. She showed me the end. Not just any end—our end. The Avengers. The world. Everyone. Dead."
I froze.
Tony's voice cracked.
"I saw you. On the ground. Lifeless. I saw Pepper. My friends. All gone. And I was standing there, useless, helpless, watching it happen."
The weight of his words settled over us like a suffocating fog.
For the first time since I met him, Tony Stark looked… small.
Vulnerable.
His hands were still shaking.
He turned away, rubbing his face. "So yeah, that's what happened. You happy now?"
I swallowed hard. My anger drained, leaving only something raw and heavy behind.
"Tony," I said quietly.
He didn't turn.
I exhaled. "We all see the worst sometimes. Doesn't mean it's going to happen."
Tony let out a dry laugh. "Yeah? And what if it does?"
I hesitated. Then, voice barely above a whisper, I said:
"Then we fight."
Tony finally looked at me.
And for the first time since he woke up—he didn't look alone.
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The Quinjet roared through the night sky, the team gathered inside, exhaustion weighing on all of us.
Bruce sat in the corner, staring at his hands. Natasha watched him carefully.
Clint leaned back, sighing. "That was a mess."
Steve crossed his arms. "Hydra's base is down, but they weren't the real problem." His eyes flicked toward me. "The twins were."
Thor, still gripping Mjolnir, grunted. "They wield strange magic. The girl—she walked through Stark's mind as if it were a mere doorway."
Tony let out a bitter chuckle. "Yeah. And she left me a lovely parting gift."
Natasha studied him. "What did she show you?"
I answered for him. "The worst possible future."
Silence filled the cabin.
Steve's expression darkened. "And you believe it?"
Tony exhaled. "I don't know. But I'm sure as hell not ignoring it."
The tension in the room thickened.
Tony turned to Bruce. "We need to start now."
Bruce looked up, frowning. "Start what?"
Tony's voice was quiet, firm.
"Ultron."
The name sent a chill down my spine.
Steve's face hardened. "Tony—"
"No, don't Tony me," he snapped. He ran a hand through his hair. "This isn't paranoia. This is prevention. We were lucky this time. But what about next time? What happens when something bigger comes? When we can't win?"
Steve took a step forward. "We'll fight together."
Tony's voice rose. "And what if together isn't enough?"
Silence.
Tony sighed. "Look, we need something bigger. Something better. A suit of armor—around the world."
I frowned. "And that's… Ultron?"
A/N: I shouldn't break the rhythm, but I had to. Sorry for the inconvenience. But there are two important announcements and one thing that I would like to clarify. Some of the readers are calling me out because I have left some fanfics, some dropped some on hiatus. I don't mind u calling me out on that. It is great, but here's the thing. Any of the fanfics I wrote were all AUs. Yet they need the characters to be as they were in the series, movies or comics or whatsoever. That' s not how things worked. Some cursed me for that, some went on as far as calling me things and spreading hatred by leaving negative reviews. I didn't like the fact that the only things I got were those negative reviews while some other author who had shit plot, shit character and world development got positive reviews and a lot of patreons, because he wrote smut. I tried it, I really did. But I couldn't give a good smut FanFic. So I continued. Here's an ultimatum if u don't like it, don't read. But just because u don't get smut and other shits that u expect don't leave negative reviews or hatred comments. If it is ur personal preference please just state that. When u say it is shit or trash, ppl believe it. Regardless of how it can be personal dislikes or not.so that's it
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Tony nodded.
Bruce rubbed his temples. "It's just an idea, Tony. We don't even know if—"
Tony's voice was sharp.
"We're making it happen."
Steve's fists clenched. "This isn't a decision you make alone."
Tony stared him down. "Then stop me."
The Quinjet fell into an uneasy silence.
We were falling apart.
And we all knew it.
Especially me. Since I have reincarnated I know what would happen next. Ultron would go rogue.
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When we landed at Stark Tower, Tony wasted no time.
He marched straight to the lab, Bruce trailing behind.
I hesitated at the door.
Something felt off.
Tony wasn't just scared.
He was desperate.
Bruce noticed too. "Tony, slow down. Maybe we should talk to the team first—"
"No time." Tony began scanning the scepter we had recovered from Hydra.
The screen flickered.
Inside the glowing gem, complex patterns of data swirled—like a mind waiting to wake up.
Bruce paled. "Tony… that's not just energy."
Tony stopped.
Slowly, he turned back to the screen.
The patterns weren't random.
They were intelligent.
I stepped forward, my chest tightening. "Tony, what the hell is that?"
Tony's breath was shaky.
"…It's a mind."
Bruce's eyes widened. "An A.I."
I swallowed hard.
The tension in the room shifted—something dark creeping in at the edges.
Tony's fingers twitched.
A powerful, advanced intelligence—right there, waiting.
Waiting to be used.
I watched him closely.
His heartbeat quickened.
I could see it in his eyes.
This was it.
The key to stopping the nightmare Wanda had shown him.
The key to protecting everything.
I took a step closer.
"Tony, think about this."
His eyes met mine.
And for the first time—he didn't just look desperate.
He looked determined.
And I hated it.
Because beneath all of it, buried deep in the way his fingers hovered over the keyboard—
I saw doubt.
I saw fear.
I saw the moment Tony Stark decided to play god.
I didn't know it then.
But this moment—this choice—
Was going to cost us everything.
[End]