บท 144: To the DarkSide(chapter 144)
Klaue loaded the vibranium hammer into the stretcher, breaking off its wooden handle. Killmonger noticed a haunting mask nearby and added it to the gurney. "You're not telling me that's vibranium too, eh?" Klaue joked. Killmonger shook his head, "Nah, I'm just feeling it." He then laid down on the gurney as Limbani placed an oxygen mask over his face. As they wheeled the stretcher out, Klaue and Limbani loaded it into an ambulance. Killmonger moved to the front, kissed Linda, the barista-turned-accomplice, before she hit the siren and sped off. However, they didn't get far before a sleek, futuristic sports car blocked their path. "Oh, that's a babe, right?" Klaue said with a grin. Killmonger replied, "And it looks like it has fangs too." In front of the car stood a man, leaning casually and waving at them.
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Chapter 144
They got out of the car as Killmonger spoke first, "And who do we owe the pleasure to?" he asked while eyeing the car. Henry spoke, "Hello, Prince N'Jadaka," which shocked Erik as he said, "Who are you?" to which Henry replied, "Someone with an agenda," getting a skeptical look from Killmonger, who asked, "And what is that?" Henry chuckled softly as he said, "I want you on the throne of Wakanda," making Klaue chuckle, only for him to face-plant into the asphalt, startling them. Before Killmonger's team could react, they were all restrained except for him. Seeing this, Killmonger, with no fear in his eyes, smiled, "Since you are so powerful, why don't you take the throne?" to which Henry replied, "First of all, I am not an African prince, nor of Wakandan blood, and secondly, the reason I don't want T'Challa on the throne is simple, your vision aligns with mine." Killmonger sized him up for a second before saying, "Alright, let's say I buy this for a second. How would we do that, and what would you gain from having me on the throne? I don't believe you want my pretty face on the throne just to look."
Henry sighed as he then took out a Glock, which Killmonger didn't react to, before firing it. Killmonger was confused for a second, but his confusion didn't last long as he saw Henry upgrade the pistol to a futuristic version of itself right in front of him. Henry then fired the upgraded gun again, this time, it took down an entire building. "Impressive, but I don't think arming me would be enough to take on Wakanda," he scoffed while watching his tone, as Henry suddenly appeared before him, forcing him on his knees as he said, "Oh, you have the right to challenge T'Challa for the throne, and you can defeat him in combat, but you can't kill him. So I am giving you the means to do so." Henry then poured alchemical energy into him, which immediately ran rampant in his body, enhancing what was already there, and when Henry stopped, Killmonger, who was still kneeling, exerted a little pressure on the asphalt ground, cracking it.
"Oh, I feel it, the power," he laughed before suddenly turning against Henry and punching him. The punch connected, but Henry didn't move an inch. "Come on, stop playing," Henry said as he made him kneel, this time even more effortlessly. "Anyway, go, use Klaue as a means to get to Wakanda, and challenge T'Challa for the right to the throne. And make sure T'Challa is dead, otherwise," Henry then lifted Killmonger by his hair before looking him in the eye, "Well, I don't have to go into detail now, do I?" he asked as Killmonger glared at him before nodding.
"Well, nice. Anyway, go on, do your thing, just make sure he is dead," Henry said as he then left, although he looked through time where he saw the consequences of his action—well, the results actually. "Huh, with the powers I gave him, not only does he take control of Wakanda and kill T'Challa, but he also—Killmonger's philosophy is rooted in using Wakanda's advanced technology to empower oppressed Black people worldwide and to take revenge on their oppressors—makes Wakanda a militarized country and starts a global war." Seeing this, Henry smiled, "Now that is how you start a conflict," as he rewound time to the age of Ultron, where Vision is about to be born.
As Thor prepared to summon the lightning to bring Vision to life, the atmosphere in the lab grew tense. Tony Stark stood beside Bruce Banner, his eyes darting between Thor and the half-constructed Vision on the table. Just as Thor raised his hammer, Mjölnir, a man appeared out of thin air, materializing in the middle of the room. His sudden presence shocked everyone, and before anyone could react, the stranger reached out, and Mjölnir vanished from Thor's hand. Thor blinked in disbelief, his brow furrowing deeply as he turned to face the intruder.
"Who the hell are you?" Tony demanded, stepping forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Natasha instinctively reached for her gun, though she hesitated to aim it. Bruce, who had been anxiously watching the procedure, stammered, "W-Where did the hammer go?" Thor, though still shocked, composed himself quickly, his voice filled with restrained anger. "What magic is this? Where is Mjölnir?" The room crackled with tension, and everyone could sense that this stranger wasn't just an ordinary man.
The stranger stood calm, unbothered by the Avengers' aggressive postures. "I mean no harm," he said, his voice steady, though it did little to ease the tension in the room. Tony scoffed, "Yeah, well, stealing Asgardian artifacts tends to send the wrong message." Clint, perched in the corner of the room, muttered under his breath, "You sure know how to make an entrance." Thor took a step forward, fists clenched. "Return the hammer. Now." His eyes bore into the man, his patience wearing thin, but Henry smiled as he took Vision's body out of the pod and stopped time. "Well, I lied, I did mean you guys harm," Henry said as he looked around, and he could see from their reaction that they knew. "Hey, it's not my fault that I'm not good at lying, I'm too powerful to lie," he said, earning a groan from Helen Cho, well, from what he could tell. "Ah, why do I feel like your descendant is going to be important, either way," he shook his head as he devoured Vision along with the Mind Stone before leaving this point in time.
Creating more branches in reality while the TVA was still trying to locate him, but for someone who could control the flow of time, well, that was easier said than done. And due to what Henry just did, Vision wouldn't exist, which would alter the Avengers' ability to defeat Ultron, Thanos, and other enemies. Thor's powers would be severely weakened, and the timeline as we know it could splinter or collapse, leading to an alternate, darker version of the universe. "Let it die, let it die, let it shrivel up and die," Henry sang as he looked for a point in time to create chaos, and he found his target, as a huge smile appeared on his face.
-scene change-
In a somber twilight, moments after the battle with Thanos. The world may be healing, but Wanda Maximoff is not. She stands alone at the edge of Westview, gazing at the barren plot where Vision had dreamed of building a home. Her heart is a void, echoing with memories of the life she has lost—her brother, her parents, Vision. Grief wraps around her like a heavy shroud, suffocating her with the pain of her past.
The air suddenly ripples, a faint hum vibrating through the space around her. Wanda feels it before she hears it, a disturbance in the atmosphere, as if the very fabric of reality is being bent. From the darkness, a figure emerges—Henry, an imposing man with sharp, calculating eyes and an unsettling presence. His golden suit glistens in the fading light, the material shifting and flowing like liquid, revealing its true nature. The *eternal nanite sphere* is not a separate entity; it is part of him, embedded in his clothing, a manifestation of his absolute control over time. The suit hums with life, swirling with microscopic machines that bend to his every thought, giving him dominion over the universe itself.
He approaches Wanda slowly, his voice soft, almost soothing, though laced with an undercurrent of malevolence. "You've suffered more than anyone should ever have to bear," he begins, his words slipping into her mind like poison. "But do you ever wonder why, Wanda? Why fate has been so cruel to you? Why you're always the one left standing in the wreckage, while everyone you love is taken from you?" His voice is like silk, wrapping around her thoughts, twisting them.
Wanda's jaw tightens, but she doesn't turn to face him. She stares ahead, her eyes unfocused, her hands trembling with the strain of keeping her power in check. "Go away," she mutters, her voice brittle, almost broken. But Henry steps closer, undeterred, the golden nanites swirling around him in a mesmerizing dance. His presence is overwhelming, as if the very air is bowing to his will. He leans in slightly, his tone dropping to a whisper, just inches from her ear. "But you don't really want me to leave, do you?" His breath is cold against her skin. "You want answers. You deserve them." His voice is a caress, but each word digs into her like a dagger. "Vision… your brother… even your parents. They're all gone because you weren't strong enough to save them. Every time you've reached out for happiness, it's been ripped away from you. And do you know why, Wanda? Because you were never meant to have it. Not joy, not peace. That's not your fate." He steps around her, circling her like a predator stalking its prey, his golden suit glinting ominously in the twilight.
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A/N another chapter, you know what that means, RAIN THE STONES.
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