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New York, Flushing area — Stark Industries Expo.
The green supercar slid to a smooth, whispering stop, its polished body reflecting a world that felt almost unreal after everything they had endured. The engine's low hum faded into silence, replaced by layers of sound: distant music vibrating through the air, excited voices overlapping like restless waves, and the occasional sharp crack of fireworks bursting somewhere beyond the towering structures of the Expo grounds. For a moment, the contrast was jarring. No ash-choked skies. No collapsing cities. No stench of decay. Only light, color, noise — life.
Jack stepped out first.
He stretched lazily, as though stepping out of a casual drive instead of crossing dimensions. His boots touched clean pavement instead of blood-soaked concrete or fractured ice. His eyes moved slowly, taking everything in with that familiar mixture of arrogance and amusement. Giant holographic displays shimmered above the Expo buildings, cycling through advertisements and technological marvels. Neon lights glowed like artificial constellations. Crowds flowed everywhere, dense yet orderly, alive with anticipation.
Alice exited next.
She paused beside the car, the air brushing against her face. It smelled different. Not sterile like underground facilities. Not poisoned like infected cities. It carried hints of perfume, food, warm metal, electricity. Normality. Her shoulders eased slightly, though years of survival instinct refused to fully relax. Her gaze swept across the Expo entrance, noting exits, elevated platforms, potential threats — habits that no peaceful environment could erase.
Ada stepped out gracefully.
Even in a crowd of thousands, she moved with quiet precision. Her expression remained calm, but her eyes were alert, measuring distances, angles, patterns. This world was not hers, yet she adapted instantly. The reflections of lights danced across her dark hair. She adjusted her stance subtly, blending elegance with readiness.
White Queen emerged last.
Her eyes immediately sharpened with interest. Data seemed to flicker invisibly behind her gaze as she analyzed everything — architecture, energy signatures, human density, security layouts. The Expo's vastness, its advanced technology, its structured complexity — all of it triggered her curiosity.
"Stark Industries Expo… this is the scene from Iron Man 2," Jack said with a crooked smile. Recognition flickered in his eyes. "Looks like we arrived right on schedule."
White Queen studied the massive, futuristic buildings ahead. Glass, steel, light, motion — a celebration of human innovation. "An exposition typically contains numerous technological exhibits," she said thoughtfully. "Given the name Stark Industries Expo, Stark Industries must be a corporation."
Jack began walking forward, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. "Stark Industries. Let's go have a look. I want to see what kind of bird this legendary Iron Man really is."
Inside the main hall, the atmosphere shifted.
It was a sea of people.
Thousands filled the space, their excitement forming a tangible pressure in the air. Colored lights swept across the crowd in rhythmic patterns. On the distant stage, music thundered, bass vibrating through the floor. Ten dancers moved in perfect synchronization, their bodies twisting and flowing under blazing spotlights. Their energy was explosive, wild, intoxicating.
Ada watched briefly.
Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "Quite a lively performance."
Jack shook his head dramatically. "A bunch of ordinary performers. Nothing special." He glanced sideways at Ada. "If you danced for me, though, that would be different."
Ada shot him a cold look. "I'd rather kill you first."
Alice laughed softly.
The exchange felt strangely normal, absurdly domestic compared to their usual circumstances. The dancers' movements blurred into streaks of color. The music pulsed like a living heartbeat.
Fireworks exploded overhead.
Brilliant sparks scattered across the ceiling screens, drawing cheers from the audience.
Then came the metallic clang.
A red-and-gold armored figure descended from above, landing squarely on the stage.
The crowd erupted.
"Iron Man," Jack said, smiling with unmistakable amusement. "Tony Stark."
White Queen's eyes locked onto the glowing circle embedded in the armor's chest. "The energy source at his sternum… interesting."
Iron Man spread his arms, basking in the roar of admiration. The mechanical platform beneath him activated, components rotating as the armor began detaching piece by piece. Plates shifted. Locks released. Systems disengaged.
"Someone certainly enjoys attention," Alice muttered.
Tony Stark stepped free of the armor.
Confident. Smiling. Radiating effortless charisma.
"Feels good to be back," Tony declared to the crowd.
The applause intensified.
Jack watched, grin widening. Ada and Alice exchanged faintly amused looks.
"He's insufferable," Ada said.
White Queen tilted her head. "Comparable to you, perhaps."
Jack chuckled. "I like arrogant people." His eyes gleamed. "Crushing arrogance is one of life's greatest pleasures."
Tony continued speaking.
Grand statements. Bold claims. The crowd devoured every word.
Jack leaned casually against a nearby structure, listening, his amusement slowly sharpening into something darker.
"Welcome my father," Tony announced, gesturing toward the giant screen behind him. "Howard Stark."
Howard Stark's image appeared.
Before reactions could fully form —
"Didn't need the introduction," a voice said lazily.
The hall froze.
A man stood near the screen, champagne glass in hand.
Jack.
No one had seen him move.
Confusion rippled through the crowd.
Tony's expression hardened. "Who are you?"
"I," Jack said calmly, "am Jack."
Security rushed forward.
They stopped mid-stride.
Unable to move.
"What's happening?!"
Jack shook his head. "Modern people really lack manners."
Tony stared, now serious.
The music faded into stunned silence.
And beneath the dazzling lights of Stark Industries Expo, something far more dangerous than spectacle had quietly taken center stage.