Shattered Reality ||closed||
They should have expected this, really. After all, messing with timelines and alternate realities can only go on for so long before something ends up biting back. But, if they were honest, for a while they felt like they had gotten away with no consequence. Everything had been quite since half the universe had been restored, not even minor villains had been raising a stink, too happy to just be still alive.
That’s why, when they all got a blip on their radar that something strange was going down in Central Park, they were all set a bit on edge. Individually, they made their way there. Captain Marvel, back on this planet for the time being, T’Challa, visiting and overseeing the construction of a new Wakandan Consulate, Peter, just in the “neighborhood” as it were, and the sorcerers, called to action as this seemed to directly interfere with protecting this reality.
As the space in front of them contracted and twisted, they all prepared themselves for what would come out, each getting into their own fighting stances. “Get ready.” Called T’Challa.
A massive rip, like one would see when fabric tore, suddenly burst through the empty space and a burst of bright white light soared through it. All of them winced, pinching their eyes shut as they fought to see what was coming through.
What did come through was a single, lone figure. And as the light died down, they saw exactly who it was.
Dark brown eyes trailed over the group of people, brow pinched down as face set into a mask of seriousness. And with a voice they all believed they’d never hear again, Tony Stark spoke, “Who the hell are you guys?”
