New York — the former Stark Industries Building, now the Avengers headquarters. Inside a laboratory on the top floor, a blue brain-like projection flickered in midair. Next to it floated the orange core of J.A.R.V.I.S.
Shua!
A blue circle of light appeared, and within it, Allens emerged. On either side of him stood Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, his new allies.
"Allens, is this your plan? Coming straight to the Avengers base? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Pietro's eyes gleamed with sarcasm. This was the Avengers' stronghold—no matter what powers Allens had, Pietro couldn't believe he could handle the entire team alone.
"Pietro, don't be rude to Mr. Allens."
Unlike her impulsive brother, Wanda remained calm. She already knew Allens could disable their powers at will. That fact alone was enough to make her wary and respectful.
"You're still the sensible one, Wanda," Allens smirked. "That's good."
Glancing briefly at the siblings, Allens turned his attention back to the two core projections before him: one belonged to J.A.R.V.I.S., and the other—a massive glowing sphere of blue energy—was Ultron, still in the process of awakening.
"Typical Tony Stark. Always building bigger toys."
Through the glass floor, Allens glanced down at the Iron Legion assembly room. A cold smile tugged at his lips as he raised his right hand. Instantly, his machine-control ability surged to life.
Chi, chi, chi—
Beneath his feet, robotic arms began to move in unison. With mechanical control, Allens could bend every device to his will—whether it was a multifunctional arm or a fully-formed Iron Man suit.
Downstairs, Tony Stark was hosting a private reception filled with political, military, and corporate figures. The Avengers were also enjoying a rare moment of peace. Even the usually serious Captain America, the thunderous Thor of Asgard, and Dr. Banner—carefully keeping his inner self in check—were all relaxing together. Thor casually placed Mjolnir on the table beside him.
"Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom," Rogers said with a faint smile. He had drunk a little too much, though his enhanced metabolism made intoxication difficult. Still, he excused himself and walked away.
"Hey, Grandpa Rogers, giving up already?" Tony lifted his glass with a smirk. His words were sharp, but there was a trace of amusement in his eyes.
Rogers only shook his head. "Well, I am a grandpa, Tony-boy."
With that, he entered the restroom. But inside, he froze. A hooded figure stood waiting.
"Hey, you—"
Before Rogers could react, a burst of blue light struck him square in the chest. His body stiffened, and his vision blurred as he collapsed.
"Well now… not bad. This ice gun packs quite a punch," the hooded man muttered. Removing his hood, he revealed a face identical to Rogers'—only older. It was an elderly Captain America.
"These wrinkles won't do."
He pulled out a thin synthetic mask, pressing it over his face until the signs of age vanished. Now he appeared as a youthful Steve Rogers once again.
"It feels good to be young," the elder Rogers muttered, stepping over his unconscious counterpart and leaving the restroom.
"Hey, Grandpa Rogers, you don't have senior moments, do you? You've been gone forever," Tony teased the moment he returned.
"Yes, Tony. I'm old. This era belongs to you young people," Rogers replied flatly, ignoring the jab.
Hawkeye gestured toward Mjolnir on the table. "Captain, we're testing Thor's hammer. You're the last one left. Care to try?"
"To lift Mjolnir, you must be deemed worthy," Rogers said as he approached. With a firm grip, he pulled—and easily raised the hammer.
"Mother of—"
Thor shot up from his seat in shock. The room fell silent as every Avenger turned to stare.
"Well, well," Tony clapped, grinning. "Looks like Rogers is fit to rule Asgard. Thor, you'd better swear loyalty to your new king."
But Rogers ignored him. Lightning crackled around the hammer as he spun it like a windmill, filling the hall with thunder. Then, with a cold gaze, he released it.
Boom!
Mjolnir smashed through the ceiling and shot upward, tearing through floor after floor until it reached the top laboratory.
"Rogers, are you trying to wreck my building?" Tony scowled. "I built this place, you know!"
Unbothered, Rogers kept his focus. Under his control, Mjolnir flew into the lab and hurled itself at Allens.
"Mjolnir?"
Allens narrowed his eyes. His right arm shimmered, transforming into pure Vibranium. He clenched his fist and struck.
BOOM!
The collision thundered across the lab. Mjolnir was sent flying backward, while Allens stood unscathed. Sparks flared, and the shockwave tore across the room, slamming into the glowing data cores. The Ultron sphere flickered violently, sending out waves of unstable energy.
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