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The base was quiet when Aiden returned. He dropped into a chair, the weight of his presence alone enough to silence the room. Valeria studied him, her sharp eyes softened with worry.
"Your powers… they grew again," she murmured.
Aiden gave a slow nod. "Absorbing the Stones has made me master what I am. But even now, it isn't enough. I don't know where Knull hides—or how to stop him. If he unleashes Oblivion… everything ends. You. Me. All of it. And somehow…" He clenched his hand, his knuckles white. "…it feels like it's mine to carry. Mine alone."
Valeria stepped closer, her voice steady. "Then we carry it with you. Side by side, always. Maybe we can't fight like you—but you know my heart will never falter."
Gwen moved forward too, her eyes burning with quiet fire. "Sometimes I wish I had even half your strength, just so I could stand with you in the fight. Win or lose doesn't matter. What matters is we stand by you—and find happiness together."
Aiden's lips curved into something between a smile and a sigh. "I love you both. Truly. And I feel your support, but there's something more… something I can't explain. When I fight, when I save people, I feel their voices. All of them. The prayers, the worship, the hopes—they flood me. Some beg for help, some curse me, some wish I'd vanish. It never stops. Every man, every woman, every child, whispering into me. And it twists me between wanting to protect them… and hating their endless noise."
Valeria's arms wrapped around him in an instant. Her words were warm, sharp, and grounding. "Aiden… not so long ago, you were human. You loved, you hated, you lived. It's only natural you feel this way. You don't deserve the weight of their endless demands. Remember this: you don't fight for them. You don't fight for us. You fight for you. Because Aiden Blake—the man—is still here. He's still the most important person to himself. Never forget that."
Gwen placed her hand on his, her tone blunt but filled with conviction. "I'll skip the philosophy. Here's the truth: you're a human who earned his godhood. If they hate you, if they stand in your way—let them. None of that matters. You'll do what's right because you're Aiden Blake. And you've always known what's right."
Aiden stared down at his hand, fingers flexing as if he could feel the weight of every choice he'd made since the beginning. Their words echoed in him, colliding with the memory of who he was before all this—before the stones, before the worship, before the godhood.
He remembered standing alone against the X-Men. Not because he had to. Not because anyone asked. But because he refused to bend to rules he knew were wrong. Because he believed he was right.
And in that moment, something in him crystallized.
His hand clenched into a fist. His voice was low, sharp, certain.
"All for me.
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The base was quiet when the last of the heroes returned. Order, for the moment, had been restored, but the silence was heavy—too heavy. News of Valentina's death and her unveiled crimes spread like wildfire, and though many had suspected corruption at the highest levels, hearing it confirmed—and seeing Aiden as the executioner—left an unspoken tension hanging in the air.
Faces were grim. Some wore regret like a wound that would never close. Charles, Rogers, and others they had once trusted were gone, betrayed by their own convictions, poisoned by lies they chose to believe. Their deaths carved invisible scars into the room, but beneath it all ran a harder truth: Aiden Blake was no longer just a man among them. He was a god. And gods, when betrayed, did not forgive. They judged. They ended.
The thought lingered, uncomfortable, but no one said it. Some wanted to. Some wanted to demand why he hadn't spared Rogers, why he hadn't captured Valentina instead of killing her. But each swallowed their words. Not out of fear—though that too was present—but because deep down, they knew the answer. If their places were reversed, if it were them betrayed, manipulated, targeted… would they forgive? Most of them would not. To demand Aiden should was hypocrisy.
Thor's voice finally broke the silence, ragged but steady, his bruised body slumped in a chair. "I do not know what to say… Rogers was a good man. To hear of what befell him… it is a shame."
Tony leaned against the wall, his face shadowed, words flat. "Cap was usually the one against the system. So why side with her? Why side with Valentina?"
Carol's glass clinked lightly as she swirled her drink, eyes heavy with thought. "Jealousy. And fear. Rogers was a good man, yes—but a man all the same. He was raised to stand for ideals, for a country, for a world he understood. Then suddenly, gods walked among us. Beings so powerful they made his purpose feel like dust in the wind. Aiden broke him without even trying. Imagine—believing in God all your life, only to realize He pales in comparison to the man standing next to you. That kind of truth can't sit quietly in the soul. So he forged lies instead… and Valentina fed them until he believed the only evil worth defeating… was Aiden."
Her words sank into the room, bitter as the whisky she sipped.
"Things have been spiraling," she continued, softer now. "War after war… Galactus. That cosmic entity. Thanos. Now the Symbiotes. And even with all that, Aiden says worse is coming." She let out a low exhale. "Life as we knew it is gone."
"And it will continue to change," came Aiden's voice, calm yet commanding, as he entered the chamber. The heroes turned as one. He carried no weapons, no armor—but his presence felt heavier than any of theirs. His gaze swept across them, and for a moment, no one dared to speak.
"I know what I did may sit uneasily with you," Aiden admitted, settling into a chair with deliberate ease. "But it was necessary. Life itself hung in the balance, and instead of standing against Knull, Valentina and her followers aimed their weapons at me, as if I were the one who brought Thanos here. As if I invited Oblivion." His eyes flickered, the weight of divinity burning behind them. "Now Knull is still out there, preparing for something far worse. And I'll be blunt—I don't care if your trust in me has shifted. What matters is simple: that we remain united on one front—the side that wants this world alive."
The words fell like stones into a still lake. Then Thor, ever the first to break silence, raised his glass, his lips curving into a grim smile. "Aye. Well said. The fighting is not over. Judgment… may come later."
Carol leaned forward, glass abandoned. "I'll stand with that. Death… death is part of life. But the death of everything? That is not. We fight, together. One more time."
All eyes turned to Tony. He exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, then muttered, "Don't give me those looks. I know what's at stake. Fine. I'm in. Let's get through this."
Carol set her glass down with a firm clink. "Then what's next?"
Aiden's gaze sharpened. "We need to find Eternity. Not a metaphor. The entity itself—the embodiment of the universe. It resides at the very center of existence."
"And how do we do that?" spoke Thor as he stood up, preparing to leave
"Ah....Well.....I don't know....I guess we must start by finding out where the center of the universe is?"
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