After creating this miracle material, the next step was obvious: formal classification. Something this powerful deserved an SCP designation, not because it was dangerous, but because it was mine—and because labeling it kept anyone foolish from treating it like common tech.
I officially named the substance SCP-9011 – "Aetherweave."A perfect name for a fabric that behaved like it came from beyond the boundaries of physical law.
After all, SCP-9011 wasn't just durable—it was alive, reactive, adaptive, and capable of reshaping itself through neural resonance. A miracle of Vibranium's kinetic absorption, Adamantium's durability, Uru's magical conductivity, and SCP-914's impossible refinement.
Once the designation was filed, I created as much Aetherweave as SCP-914's output allowed. Enough to supply every member of the O5 Council with their own set of protective gear—coats, cloaks, suits, armor, whatever their taste required. They needed protection worthy of the council that controlled entire realities.
I even filled an entire supply vault with rolls of the material. A vault that only I—and perhaps two other trusted personnel—had access to. Even then, every roll was tagged, catalogued, and layered with anti-theft enchantments. No one was stealing my masterpiece.
But I didn't stop there.
Using the same process, I began forging new hybrid materials:
Vibranium-Adamantium AlloyA supermetal that combined pure kinetic absorption with indestructibility.Weapons forged from this could cleave through tank armor or stop a deity's spear.
Uru-Vibranium-Adamantium CompositeA metal that resonated with magic, storing it, channeling it, amplifying it.A sorcerer's dream. A god's nightmare.Something that could withstand Odinforce-level impacts and still hold enchantments.
I stored these ingots in a Class Theta Secure Chamber, layering every lock in existence—biometric, thaumaturgic, psionic, dimensional. Only I and my chosen few knew the full catalog of what had been created.
These materials were the future of Site 999.
The future of the Foundation.
And the future of my personal dominion over forces far older and far more powerful than the Marvel Universe itself.
The Scarlet King, cosmic entities, eldritch devourers—one day they might come.
But when they did?
I would be ready.
Aetherweave wrapped around my shoulders like a living shadow, reacting to my breath, my pulse.
My creation.
My advantage.
My legacy.