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The residual magical energy left on the Destroyer's Uru-metal shell was a whisper, a faint, otherworldly radiation unlike anything Aidan had ever analyzed. But it was a whisper with a direction. It was a beacon. By meticulously matching its unique energy signature, he knew there was a high probability he could track the faint trail back to its source: Kamar-Taj.
He booked a commercial flight to Nepal. Upon arrival, he found a secluded spot, allowed his bio-suit to flow over his body, and launched himself toward the Himalayas, a black shadow against the snow-capped peaks.
He landed on the outskirts of Kathmandu. The city was a sensory overload, a place steeped in a spiritual tradition so thick it felt like a physical presence. The air itself was heavy, perpetually veiled by a haze of smoke from thousands of shrines and temples that stood shoulder to shoulder, exhaling the sweet-and-spicy scent of a million burning incense sticks. The streets were a cacophony of sound—the deep, resonant chanting of saffron-robed monks, the ringing of countless small bells, the lively chatter of a thousand bustling marketplaces.
For hours, he wandered through the ancient streets, asking politely if anyone had ever heard of a place called Kamar-Taj. He was met with blank stares and confused smiles. It was a name that existed only for those who were meant to find it.
Undeterred, he found a quiet alcove and put on a pair of seemingly normal sunglasses. With a thought, a heads-up display materialized on the inside of the lenses. "Ruby," he subvocalized, "modify the Archangel sensor suite. Filter for non-standard dimensional energy signatures matching the baseline from the Destroyer armor." His sleek, high-tech glasses stood out in the ancient city, drawing a few curious glances, but no one paid him much mind.
He began to scan. For a long time, there was nothing but background noise. Then, a change. A faint, golden thread of energy appeared on his HUD, a delicate signal weaving through the city's ambient spiritual noise. He had his target.
Following the signal, Aidan navigated the crowded streets until he stood before a towering, ornate temple. At its gates, a monk sat cross-legged in silent meditation. But the golden thread on his display did not lead to the grand entrance. It pointed across the alley, to a small, unassuming wooden door set in a plain stone wall, almost like a mud house, designed to be overlooked, to blend into its surroundings and be forgotten.
He knocked. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he called out politely. "I'm here to learn."
There was no answer. The silence from within was absolute. He tried pushing the door. It was as solid as the mountain itself. With nothing else to do, Aidan slumped to the ground, his back against the ancient wood, and decided to wait.
Time passed. He closed his eyes, entering a low-power meditative state to conserve energy. He was deep in thought when his mind was suddenly jolted by a flash of blue light in his pupils and a jarring, non-verbal alert from his AI.
Ruby? Mainframe connection severed? he thought, his brow furrowing.
"There has been an intrusion at the Apex Complex," Ruby's voice replied, now re-establishing a link directly to his neural interface. "The intruder possessed advanced stealth and combat capabilities. I could not stop them."
Someone broke into the lab? Did they take the T-Virus samples?
"Unclear. I am attempting to re-establish full facility connection now. The intruder deployed a sophisticated logic bomb that temporarily shut down my core processes."
How long until you're back online?
"Five minutes, maximum."
He sighed, a wave of annoyance washing over him. Thankfully, the core Baymax chip data was stored within Ruby's own matrix—it couldn't be stolen. The real concern was the cache of perfected T-Virus vials in the sublevel bio-lab.
Five minutes later, Ruby's voice returned, her tone cold and clinical. "Connection re-established. The intruder is gone. Scanning inventory." A moment passed. "Confirmed. One T-Virus sample from Sublevel-3 containment crate is gone."
"Of course," Aidan muttered. "Any idea who it was?"
"Running analysis of recorded security footage," Ruby replied. A data-burst filled Aidan's mind's eye: a shadowy figure, moving with impossible silence and speed, clad in traditional black ninja garb but utilizing advanced stealth technology that bent the light around them. "Based on attire, movement style, and technology signature, probability suggests a connection to the organization known as The Hand."
"Japan…" Aidan stroked his chin, deep in thought. A new player had entered the game. "Try to recover the sample, but prioritize discretion. A single vial is not an airborne threat. It's a seed. They will try to cultivate it. Start building a comprehensive database on The Hand and all known splinter groups in Japan. I want live surveillance on their leadership eventually."
"Database construction initiated. Estimated time: six months," Ruby confirmed.
"What's the status on the Apex Island virtual infrastructure?"
"Completed. Submarine Hive tunnel construction has begun."
"Good. Start building the satellite network."
"There are insufficient rare earth materials to begin that project until the Tokyo surveillance infrastructure is established," Ruby replied after a nanosecond of calculation.
"Fine. How many teleportation units are built?"
"One functioning unit."
While Aidan was deep in his remote operations, he hadn't noticed that the sky had darkened. The streets were now dimly lit by flickering lanterns and candles. Then suddenly—thunk!—he tumbled backward as the unassuming wooden door he was leaning against swung inward.
"Come in," a man said, his voice calm, his expression stern. It was Mordo.
"You finally opened up," Aidan said, ending the call with Ruby. "I was about to fall asleep out here." He patted the dust off his pants and stepped over the threshold. The door closed automatically behind him.
He followed Mordo through a narrow, tunnel-like corridor. At the end, the space opened into a large, serene hall filled with bamboo furniture and priceless porcelain artifacts. Soft, filtered daylight, impossible given the night outside, spilled through grid-patterned windows. Everything bore the influence of ancient, elegant Eastern design.
"You seek Kamar-Taj. How did you hear of this place?" Mordo asked, studying Aidan's young face with intense, wary eyes.
"Thor told me," Aidan replied, dropping the name like a carefully placed chess piece. "He mentioned Earth had a sanctuary for sorcerers, ruled by someone called the Ancient One."
Mordo, an Asian man with a neatly trimmed beard and the rigid posture of a lifelong soldier, did not react. "Asgard," he said flatly. "And how, exactly, does a boy from Queens come to know an Asgardian prince?"
"Why did you let me in?" Aidan asked, deflecting the question with one of his own.
"I didn't," Mordo said. "I did."
A new voice, ancient and resonant, filled the hall. A bald figure in simple, elegant golden robes emerged from the shifting patterns of light and shadow, as if she had been there all along.
Mordo respectfully bowed. "This is the Ancient One, my master," he said to Aidan.
"A pleasure to meet you. I'm Aidan Parker," he said, nodding politely. Mordo then excused himself, leaving the two of them alone.
"I have come to learn magic," Aidan said with a faint smile. "If fate allows it."
"You know many things, Mr. Parker," the Ancient One replied, her voice a calm, timeless melody. "Perhaps more than even I do. And that is why you no longer fear power."
"Power exists to be mastered," Aidan said quietly.
"Is that so?" Her tone grew serious. "Then… do you wish to see what true power looks like?"
"I do," Aidan replied, his expression now solemn.
The Ancient One gently pressed her palm to his forehead. In that instant, before he could even register the touch, the world dissolved. He was weightless, adrift in the silent, star-dusted blackness of space, the Earth floating like a beautiful blue marble beneath him. A butterfly made of shimmering, fractal light flitted by. He reached out to touch it…
And was suddenly plunged into a kaleidoscope of chaos. His body twisted and turned, hurled through swirling, M.C. Escher-like dimensions. He tumbled through impossible geometries and cascading realities of color and sound. Then, blackness. Before him loomed a black hole, its maw devouring all light, all hope. As he passed into it, his body felt as if it were being torn into some deeper, fundamental layer of existence.
"You think you understand how the world works," the Ancient One's voice echoed in his mind, not as a sound, but as a pure thought. "You believe the material universe, your science, is all there is…"
Reality exploded. Flashes of unknown energies burst like silent fireworks. His consciousness soared, fragmented, then reassembled, his pupils dilating so wide they nearly consumed his irises.
"At the source of reality, mind and matter are intertwined. Thought sculpts the universe…"
Suddenly he was plunged into a hellscape. Bloody hands, the hands of every person he's let die, every enemy he's killed, reached from all directions, clutching at him. His psyche trembled—expanding, collapsing, expanding again.
"This universe is but one of countless others. Some are beautiful, brimming with life…". He passed through a rainbow-hued spaceway into a world made of mirrors, each pane showing a different reality. He fell into one. The glass shattered. He emerged in a lush, alien paradise. Then, just as fast, he was plunged into a nightmarish void, where something too grotesque to be looked at directly writhed and gibbered. "...And some are evil, filled with slaughter."
"In the dark corners of the multiverse," her voice continued, as he was dragged deeper, "ancient forces lurk… greedy, and waiting."
A massive, bone-plated face of jagged obsidian and burning cosmic energy loomed before him, its very existence anathema to physics. "…Ancient One…" it growled, the vibration shaking his very consciousness.
"In this vast, terrifying multiverse, Mr. Parker… who are you?"
The world blinked out. Crash! Aidan slammed back into his body, collapsing to the floor in front of the Ancient One.
"He's unconscious," Mordo said, having returned.
"I forgot… he is still just a child," the Ancient One murmured, kneeling beside Aidan. A dazed, blissful grin was plastered on his unconscious face. He had just witnessed the true scale of reality, and his scientific mind was ecstatic with the sheer volume of new data.
"He is dangerous," Mordo said darkly. "He has the ambition of a god and the morality of a scientist."
"Yes," she nodded. "But his talent is unprecedented. He could destroy this world… or save it. It all depends on how we guide him." She gently lifted Aidan off the floor with a touch of telekinesis. "Give him a room, Mordo. Do not let your new junior lie on the cold floor."
"Understood, Master," Mordo replied. He carried Aidan to one of the empty guest rooms.
The Ancient One watched them go. Then she raised her hand, tracing a circle in the air. A translucent portal of shimmering, golden sparks opened before her. She stepped through it and vanished.
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