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Shattered Destinies,
Lagos Airport,
“One last chance, Capcicle! Surrender now!” Iron Man called out, his gaulet pointing towards his old teammates.
“Shut up, Stark!” The Scarlet Witch snarled, throwing the first punch.
Chaos ensues as Team Tony went on defensive while Team Cap had gone all out. A tiny distraction from Vision happened and…
Hit War Machine point blank.
“RHODEY!” Tony shouted just as Spider-Man swing towards the falling man.
A blackish red blur appeared beside War Machine and swallowed him. Thinking it’s Wanda, they all looked at the Witch who start screaming.
And holding her stump of a right arm.
Dark giggles filled their ears as a well endowed girl in backless black and red frilly goth loli raised her shotgun, pointing it towards Wanda. She shot the bitch in her shoulder and thigh, relishing the screams.
“You … you bitch!” Barton yelled in horror as he shoot her.
“My, how uncultured.” Her words made the Archer ballistic in anger. “Go home, Mr. Barton. Your family needs you more than them.” Mismatch brown and gold eyes stared straight on Barton’s pale blue ones. “So are you, Mr. Lang. Mr. Wilson, the Air Force might give you a lighter punishment if you surrender.”
“Who… are you?” Natasha gripped her Widow Bites.
“Cease with your demands, Widow. The only Spider I adore is that cinnamon roll.” Peter blushed under his suit. “You, however? I have no qualms in making your inner yards paint the ground.”
“Where is Rhodey?” Tony asked.
“Colonel Rhodes is brought to the nearest hospital, Dr. Stark.” Everybody noticed the lack of malice in her tone when she replied upon the man. “I help in healing him, promise.”
“[Boss, she tells the truth. I found Col. Rhodes being fussed by a team of medics…]” FRIDAY checked. “[Also… Miss is also there at the same time?]”
The Goth shrugged. “I could be absolutely anywhere ~” she whipped out her casket, and shot in one particular direction.
A Hydra Spy fell on the ground, three bullet holes on his chest. Shadows pooled over the body as phantom hands pulled it down.
“H-how ruthless…” Spider-Man uttered.
“Never… ever fear me, Spider Man.” She faced him. “I am the last person who would ever harm you or the others. The Rogues? Not so much.” She trained her shotgun towards Captain America and Black Widow. Scarlet Witch is currently bleeding— “Tsk. Jesus Christ, you bleed easily.”
“You did shoot her, Miss.” Vision.
“Call it payback for fucking my Father’s head… multiple times.” Cocking her head. “Surrender, Rogues. Unlike Team Iron Man, I have to qualms on harming you~”
“Don’t — this is not your responsibility, Miss!” Rogers said with his Dissatisfaction tone ™
“Last chance, Capcicle. Surrender.” She repeated Tony’s words earlier.
“No.” He did not even hesitate.
She put down her guns. “I see. I would like you to know that if you leave, I WILL crush all of you later? I will destroy absolute everything about you that it will take decades before you can recover. It is my last warning.”
“Fuck you!” Barton snarled, hugging the bloody Wanda.
“{Zafkhiel;} a elaborate clock with hands materialized behind her. Raising her hands in one o’ clock position. “{Dalet.}” reddish black mist entered her casket before shooting Wanda once again.
The Witch’s wounds healed, only blood and holes remained. She did not even made it painless so the Sokovian kept screaming in bloody murder.
“You will wish I should have killed you after this, Capcicle.” She turned her back on them, dismissing the Rogues. Making her way towards Tony, she stood beside him. “Call me Spirit.”
“I’m going to kill you, Spirit!” Wanda snarled.
Spirit burst out laughing. “You want to kill me? Well then~ I’ll be waiting.”
Rogers herded his Team towards the Quinjet. Tony did not bother to stop them… watching as the plane left Lagos.
“Dr. Stark… please give me a reason why I should NOT shoot that vehicle beside the fact it’s a Stark owned?” Spirit looked at him like a harmless kitten unlike a few minutes ago.
“Not worth it, Spirit.”
“Why?”
“It’s just… it’s just they are my friends…”
“They are not your friends! They had been using you as their Sugar Daddy like the leeches they are!” Spirit gritted her teeth in anger. Raising her pale hand, she faltered before putting it down. “Big Brother, could you knock some sense to Da— Dr. Stark?!”
“[Little Mo, let’s this talk in private,]” everyone minus Spirit whipped their face towards the equally confused Vision when they heard JARVIS voice. “[Excuse me, I am accompanied by Little Mo.]”
**
Tony’s heart stopped for a moment when he heard that voice…. Which is not Vision.
“JARVIS?” He tried not to hope.
“[Hello, Sir. We can continue this talk later. I also took the liberty of alerting UN about the Rogues.]” JARVIS told him. “[And Sir? We will have a talk about bringing teenagers in a potential dangerous missions.]”
“Big Brother, don’t be a hypocrite. You brought me here.” Spirit slapped JARVIS hard.
“[Little Mo, unlike Spider-Man, you have training and fully capable of taking shit out of absolute everyone.]” Tony let out a choke laugh. “[Still, must you make that Faker bleed so much? Removing blood on clothes is a nightmare.]”
“I will be content once that Faker is behind the bars, her magic stripped away from her! She brought shame to my fellow Sorcerers!” Spirit hurrp. “She should be glad I did not feed her straight to either Gamorrah or Malphas!”
“[That would be inappropriate, Little Mo.]”
“Oh Gosh, J! Thanks!”
“[For the BITCH might give them indigestion.”
“JARVIS! Stop that!”
“[It was a great idea, Boss.]”
“FRIDAY! Not you too!”
Spider-Man hesitantly raised his hand. “Um, I do agree?”
“Underoos?! Even you?!”
***
They all went to the hospital to see Rhodey. Spirit’s Clone walked beside her Original when they arrived. Their only difference is that the former is wearing a hospital cloak.
“Uncle Rhodey is safe now, his spinal injuries were healed five minutes after he was brought.” She cup her cheek. “I also collected all of the results so we can use it as evidence later. However, physical therapy is a must. He will wake up five hours from now. The shock caused more damage.”
“Thank you, Sister.” Spirit gave her other self a head pat before she shattered into rose petals. Her mismatch eyes glaze a bit as memories filled her. “Oho? How interesting ~”
“Care to share, little murder Loli?” Tony asked, poking her cheek.
“Mr. Stark!” Spider Man shriek in horror.
“I’ll tell Mummy you’re bullying me.” Spirit replied in a deadpan as a grape flavored juice pop appeared in her hand. “Want some juice pops?” She offered Spider-Man.
“Thanks,” the latter accepted the said treat.
“What I am, chopped liver?” Tony pouted.
The man does not know why, but he felt this girl is so familiar to him. Plus, she had JARVIS with her.
“I’ll tell you later.” Spirit was suddenly surrounded by shadows. Once it was gone, a rather tall brunette girl in red iron man T-shirt, black and green lined jacket, short shorts, thick stockings and boots was revealed. Her hair is now tied into low twin tails curled into rings as her bangs covered her right eye.
All in all, she looks absolutely different from Spirit.
“My name is Morgan.”
“Hello, Morgan.”
Tony sighed in relief when he saw his best friend sleeping meds off. Taking a look over Rhodey’s medical files, he knew that Morgan had been telling the truth.
Speaking of the Murder Loli, Morgan was busy helping the overworked hospital staff. Her *ugh* Magic made the mass healing easy, as she just controlled the whole hospital turning it into her territory?
..,, he needs more data. ASAP.
“[Boss, JARVIS was asking permission to speak with you.]” FRIDAY spoke.
“Huh? Connect him,” confusion filled him. JARVIS never asked that before.
“[Sir,]” JARVIS voice filled him, making him relax. “[Might I suggest to take a seat first?]”
“Sure, J.” Tony took a seat and made himself comfortable.
“[Little Mo’s full name is Morgan Anastasia Stark, 15 years old.]” he stiffen as JARVIS showed him the data of Morgan. In the file, her eyes were not mismatch… instead she has a pair of whisky brown eyes like him. “[Year of birth; 2019. Daughter of Virginia ‘Pepper’ Stark née Potts and Anthony Edward Stark. Originally based line human turned Spirit or vessel of the Time Stone — Zafkhiel— by the future Sorcerer Supreme in order to save the last Stark.]”
“To save her? What happened?”
JARVIS told him about the Stark Massacre in 2034. He told him how SHIELD went batshit insane and killed Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, Peter and Harley. They sought after Morgan who was hidden by Dr. Strange in one of the lesser known Sanctums after the teenager saw Peter died in front of her.
What made the Stark Princess snap was the death of her second father figure,— Dr. Strange— who used absolutely everything just to save her. The Infinity Stones of Time and Reality already adores the young girl so they had chosen her as their new vessel. It turned her into a new type of Enhanced… just in a darker path, unfortunately.
“Who gave her an idea to Time Travel?”
“[Time travel is impossible, Zafkhiel said. Also, that world is already unraveling, it would be a waste to save it. Traveling in an alternate dimension meanwhile, is easier.]” JARVIS explained. “[Little Mo fixed me while she was hiding since FRIDAY was thoroughly destroyed. I have all the information EDITH and VERONICA had manage to compile along the memories of our FRIDAY. Raphael — that’s the Reality Stone aka Aether— said he already absorbed his counterpart.]”
Tony rubbed his face. “How is my daughter, J? How much trauma are we going to deal with? I know she is sane.”
“[Little Mo won’t kill anyone unless they earned her ire, case point, the Rogues. Especially Maximoff.]”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Maguna absolutely hated her.”
“[Maximoff went off the deep end, controlled a whole town and used Vision’s corpse as her Puppet husband.]” Tony snapped his head towards the screen, disbelief, horror and disgust filling his being. “[Then she killed ALL novice of Mystic Arts trying to protect Little Mo after raping a few good looking ones. Little Mo had so much fun torturing her after the Stones turned her as Spirit. Unfortunately, it’s not enough.]”
“What the fuck?”
“[My thoughts exactly, Sir.]”
The billionaire felt faint, and gladly accepted the offered drink by Morgan. He had drank more than half of the best coffee he had ever tasted when he realized something.
“Morgan?!”
“Hi, Daddy.” The teenager waved her hand casually, a black and green laptop in front of her featuring an anime about a … blue slime? “Did Big Brother told you the key points yet?”
“Yes. Tell me, Maguna.. are you okay?” The question threw the girl into a loop. “You’ve suffered so much …”
“I…” Morgan sat up properly, staring at her hands on her lap. “I’m not okay. Maybe later? It did help me venting my anger to that bitch.”
“Come here.” Tony opened his arms as the girl did not even hesitate and climbed on his lap cuddling him. “You can’t kill discriminately, Maguna.”
“I don’t. I only kill those people who had hurt us before.” Morgan buried her face on his neck.
“[That would be a rather lengthy list.]” JARVIS commented dryly.
“I know.” Morgan eyed the Arc Reactor but did not touch it. “Collaborate with Mummy… she will enjoy crushing them with her Jimmy Chuu’s heels.”
Tony let out a soft chuckle, petting her hair like an affectionate cat.
“Also, I’m sorry for startling you and Peter earlier, Daddy… it’s just…” Morgan huffed. “I hate that woman.”
“You just showed how much.” A pause. “No one’s left?”
“No one. Not even my friends.”
“Oh, bambina…”
***