"Adam, listen. It's different over there. I've seen glimpses of it before… but I've never gone."
Wheeler looked at Adam, whose face was streaked with tears. She forced a complicated, wavering smile.
"I don't know what it's going to be like. But I know I'm not human anymore. I'm not real anymore. I can't come back. I love you."
A searing burn lanced through Adam's brain—like the crackling feedback of a cellular automaton tearing itself apart.
"I know," he whispered. "It's okay. There's no one to come back to anymore. But it's good to see you… I love you."
[Stand back.]
Hughes' voice reverberated.
Wheeler stepped away from Adam.
"You used to sing," Adam said.
"Always," Wheeler replied softly. "That was the first thing it took from us. But I still remember."
The launch window opened.
Ignition.
And then—perspective itself began to shift.
Everything shrank, collapsed into infinitesimal scale…
And Wheeler began to ascend.
---
Across the Marvel Universe, silence reigned.
No one dared speak.
The scene unfolding before them defied comprehension—
Yet it gripped their nerves like a live wire.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
"FFFFLX…" Natasha Romanoff muttered, her voice trembling as she stared at the screen.
"Hughes… turned himself into a biological version of a fictional amplifier?"
Nick Fury's one eye narrowed. He growled, his tone heavy with awe:
"And through Adam's best idea—Wheeler—he became the spark. The 'firework' to ignite the machine."
He whispered the word like a prayer:
"Ascension."
And then it began.
---
Everyone saw it.
The part of SCP-3125 that allowed it to communicate had its brain obliterated.
The entity was vast—colossal beyond comprehension. Its structure so overwhelming it could annihilate mind and heart alike.
It was an existence born of thought—so far beyond human scale it could not be measured.
Its self-consistent evil was profound—
So profound that to merely comprehend it was injury.
At first, even Wheeler's eyes burned, flashes of pain sparking like ionizing radiation.
But as she ascended, she changed.
She was no longer human.
And through this new vantage, she pierced its veil.
She saw her opponent.
She understood it.
She saw its structure.
Its weaknesses.
And how to attack.
---
It turned to face her.
What followed was not a war—
It was mathematics.
Equations solved after infinite, agonizing calculation.
Unknowns collapsing like snowflakes in a blizzard.
Before the blinding light, the vast complexity of SCP-3125—
From thought, to meaning, to existence itself—
Was disproven.
Under the context of the mad light, it was revealed as nothing but an outdated triviality.
It folded in on itself, limb after limb—
Until, in one flash, it was gone.
Its grip on reality shattered.
---
Mathematics is a weapon.
Everything unfolded exactly as Hughes had modeled back in his subterranean exile—using memetic equations of fluid dynamics, equations that devoured thousands of processor-years to simulate.
And when the collision ended, only equilibrium remained.
A single photon—mad, frenzied—
Burst free of the deepest conceptual boundary…
And was gone.
---
In that instant—
The Marvel Universe itself seemed to pause.
All doubt.
All despair.
All shock.
Vanished.
It was as if they had dreamed alongside the Antimemetics Division—
A nightmare of a monster larger than the Earth, looming over creation, turning reality into living hell.
And only when Wheeler, Adam, and Hughes rose against it—
Only then did the dream burn with color.
They fell again and again, but stood back up—bloodied, broken, but never finished.
And in their final roar—
They shattered the nightmare.
---
When the light faded, what lingered was loss.
Indescribable.
No one spoke.
No words could capture the weight in their hearts.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Every agent sat frozen, staring blankly at the screen.
SCP-3125 had unleashed the greatest crisis the Foundation had ever endured.
The world itself had collapsed.
Human consciousness was annihilated.
The Foundation—erased.
And just as the last stone of the collapsing building was about to fall—
Three saviors stood tall.
They turned the tide.
Their struggle eclipsed even the most legendary epics.
Nick Fury exhaled shakily, his voice hoarse.
"This is the end. Wheeler, Adam, Hughes… I'm afraid they vanished along with SCP-3125."
Though he had known the entity would be neutralized, he never imagined the story would twist and bend in such ways.
At least, it was over.
---
Kamar-Taj.
The Ancient One was still frozen, her mind reeling from the vision of Wheeler's ascension.
As Sorcerer Supreme, she perceived far more than ordinary eyes could see.
And that was why she was shaken more deeply than anyone.
Wheeler—
Not only had she challenged the divine with a mortal body…
She had won.
She had destroyed the Cosmic Starfish.
She had destroyed a Supreme Divinity.
The Ancient One trembled.
Reality itself felt unreal.
---
The Observer Dimension.
Uatu was silent.
He had witnessed it all:
The Cosmic Starfish vanish in an instant.
Abstract concepts returning to reality.
And the corpses of forgotten gods—
Devoured by things that should have been long extinct.
A new fear chilled him to the marrow.
Even worse than SCP-3125 itself.
---
And as the Marvel audience looked once more to the screen—
Their hearts were heavier, their emotions a storm of awe, grief, and disbelief.
The nightmare was over.
But the scars remained.
---
To Be Continued…
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