Shock! Tony Stark Returns in Style!
The world buzzed with breaking news.
"TONY STARK ALIVE RETURNS IN STYLE!"
"STARK TECH FUTURE SECURE?"
"IRON MAN SIGHTED CONFIRMED!"
Every major news outlet, from The Daily Bugle to CNN and even fringe self-media bloggers, was running a frenzy of speculation. Drones hovered around Avengers Tower. Commentators debated everything from multiverse disruptions to possible Skrull involvement.
Meanwhile, beneath the surface, in an underground combat lab beneath Hawke Tower, the real work continued.
"How are the training results from Subject One and Two?" Aiden Cross asked, sipping from a cup of boba milk tea laced with nanotech-enhancers.
"Acceptable." Wesker, dressed in a sleek black tactical coat reminiscent of his Resident Evil incarnation, stared at the holoscreens projecting Andre and the Invisible Man's combat metrics.
"Good. Send Andre out in full costume. It's time he debuted as Super Boy New York's new golden child." Aiden's voice was low and deliberate.
Wesker's eyes narrowed. "He's unstable. I don't think he's suited for public heroism."
"I know," Aiden replied without hesitation. "That's the point. I want the flaws to surface. A little chaos… makes it easier to control the narrative."
Wesker didn't argue further. After a pause, he simply said, "Just don't let it spiral," and turned away with a stride that echoed authority.
Aiden smiled faintly. His mind drifted to his past life before entering this world idealistic, naive, and easy to manipulate. He knew firsthand how easy it was to sculpt a public persona out of lies and branding.
The lab doors hissed open.
Andre the Invisible Man shuffled out like a broken puppy. "Owww… still hurts…"
Aiden glanced at him, recalling how Andre had died in his original universe: an explosive device hidden inside him. Brutal. A silent nod to the universe's cruelty.
"Hello, boss!" Andre greeted with a toothy, overly eager grin. He was trying too hard.
Aiden waved dismissively. "You read the mission file?"
"Yes, yes! The Super Hero Team strategy? Flawless plan!" Andre saluted dramatically, puffing his chest. "Basically the Avengers, but with a little PR twist."
Lately, the Invisible Man had become somewhat of a local celebrity charming people with street tricks and vanishing acts. Harmless, but predictable.
Aiden saw straight through him.
"You're not Andre," Aiden said coldly. "You're Super V. You're the face of change, not a birthday party magician. Learn the tech, learn the weapons, and stop acting like a TikTok jester."
"Ugh," Andre groaned, clearly stressed at the idea of extra work.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" Aiden's eyes flashed with a quiet threat.
"N-no! I'll get on it right away!" Andre snapped to attention, standing like a frightened intern.
Aiden leaned in, tone softening only slightly. "This world's darker than it looks. Don't get yourself killed chasing applause."
As Aiden left the lab, the Invisible Man stood behind, contemplating his warning.
Is that a threat? Or… just reality?
Hi everyone, it's me Andre. And today… I'm finally becoming a superhero.
Well, sort of.
Before my public debut, I still had to master my character. According to Aiden's PR script, I wasn't just Andre I was Super V, a telekinetic prodigy with a tragic backstory, layered emotions, and merchandise-ready catchphrases.
A donut floated from a greasy bag straight into my mouth as I reviewed my character profile on a holographic screen. It had phrases like:
"Justice begins in the mind."
"Super V telekinesis with heart."
"No villain can dodge a thought!"
"Cringe," I muttered.
I sighed, letting the donut drop.
Then my mind drifted back to the past. A dark one. One filled with… stuff I really didn't want to unpack.
Could I run away? Sure. But what would that even look like? Where would I go? And most importantly… would I survive?
With my powers, I could become a freelance mercenary. But that's how it started last time. Bad choices. Burned bridges.
Now? I had a chance. A stable life. Access to pizza, clean clothes, a working PS5. Maybe Aiden wasn't so bad.
Besides… superheroes are kinda cool.
And let's be honest, the costume's a vibe.
My black and white suit zipped over to me, tailored with Stark-grade nanoweave fabric. A flowing cape billowed out, stitched with magnetized lining for controlled flair. Sleek white boots, a contrasting dark visor, and the signature V mask completed the ensemble.
"My name is Super V," I whispered dramatically. "Or you can call me… Super Boy."
My moment had arrived.
Elsewhere Hell's Kitchen, New York
"CALL 911!"
An entire apartment building had gone up in flames. The fire crackled violently, embers raining onto the asphalt like ash from a volcano.
People screamed as fire crews rushed to the scene. Emergency lights bathed the street in red and blue, but even the sirens were drowned by the roar of collapsing floors.
A mother wailed, clutching a family photo. "My son… he's still upstairs!"
Above, thick smoke choked the air. Flames licked the sky as windows shattered from the heat.
Then…
A streak of white and black shot through the chaos hovering mid-air above the crowd.
Gasps erupted.
"Who who is that?!"
"Is that… a new Avenger?!"
Super V hovered above the flames, his eyes glowing with psychokinetic energy. In one motion, he wrapped the child in an invisible field and gently lifted him out of danger, lowering him to the street as the crowd erupted in cheers.
Super V raised a hand, then vanished with a flicker of motion.
Today, Andre wasn't just a telekinetic loser in someone else's lab.
He was a superhero.
In a single heartbeat, the woman broke free from the man beside her, rushing forward desperate and frantic.
"Whoa!"
"Look! Look up there! What is that?!"
Cries of disbelief erupted behind her. Phones were whipped out, cameras rolling. The crowd's collective gaze was fixed above.
She turned slowly, her breath catching in her throat. That direction… that was where her apartment was where her child was.
As she followed their line of sight, her heart stopped. Hovering in midair, surrounded by black-and-white mist, was a figure cloaked in a strange aura of charisma and authority.
She gasped. Her legs gave way beneath her and she nearly collapsed, holding herself up only through sheer maternal instinct.
"Hello, little friend," the figure said warmly, his voice playful but resonant. "You can call me Super V… or better yet, Super V Brother." Andre grinned and pointed to himself with a proud thumb.
Forget that lame 'Super Kid' label from earlier. This was much cooler.
"You… you're a superhero?" the boy stammered, tears drying up as awe filled his eyes. His peril faded into the background as he stared, mesmerized, at the costumed man cloaked in black and silver.
"I sure am," Andre replied, pushing open the scorched window frame with a dramatic sweep of his arm. The hinges creaked under the stress.
Lifting the boy effortlessly into his arms, he beamed. "And I'm here to save the day. Ready to fly?"
"Let's go!"
"Wooooahhh!" the child shrieked, delight and disbelief mixing in his voice as they lifted off into the smoke-filled air.
As Andre hovered above the flaming structure, his enhanced senses picked up the chaos below. Among the crowd, a tearful woman stared upward, trembling with hope.
"That's my mom," the boy whispered.
"Then that's where we're going." Andre nodded and descended in a swift arc.
He landed with finesse just meters in front of her.
"My child! My baby!" The woman cried out, overwhelmed, but hesitant to approach, paralyzed by shock and smoke.
"Mom!" the boy sobbed.
Andre stepped forward gently and handed him over. The boy was safe. Tears streamed freely down the woman's soot-stained face.
The air filled with clicks and flashes. Dozens of onlookers captured the moment. A new hero had just arrived in the Marvel Universe.
"Th-thank you. Who are you?" the woman asked, voice trembling.
"Super V," Andre said proudly. "Just Super V. No need for Boy or Kid or any of that stuff."
"Thank you, Super V!" she wept, clutching her son.
"I saw it! That was insane!"
"Mom, he was like… Superman!"
"If you're lying, I swear I'll eat ugh, never mind!"
"There are supers in the world now? What's next, aliens?!"
"Bet your third leg this guy ain't human."
Andre floated up again, slowly turning to address the phones and faces around him.
"I'm Super V your friendly neighborhood… well, not Spider-Man, but close enough," he quipped, disappearing into the night sky with theatrical grace.
Meanwhile, across the city, deep inside the polished high-rise of the Hawke Group…
Aiden Cross stood still. A faint pulse buzzed through his body subtle, electric.
It wasn't the usual data feedback from his systems. No, this was the summoning pulse.
Whenever a summoned entity like Andre alias Super V performed acts that earned attention, reverence, or fear, the summoning energy charged his internal "reputation meter."
It was raw potential. Reputation was currency, and Aiden's golden finger his supernatural cheat ran on it.
And right now, it was rising fast.
"Come on," Aiden whispered, eyes glowing faintly. "Let's see who's next."
He clenched his fist. The power stirred.
Please, don't be another wild card like the Invisible Man.
Elsewhere, inside a lavish Stark Industries executive office…
Crash!
Obadiah Stane roared, hurling documents across the room. The once pristine glass desk was now littered with shattered frames and schematics.
"Damn you, Tony! Damn you!"
"I was your godfather. The one who cleaned up after your parents' deaths. I built this empire beside Howard Stark, and now you undermine everything I've done."
"Shutting down weapons development? What next giving this company to children?"
He turned, catching his own snarling reflection in the steel mirror. For a moment, he grimaced at the anger twisting his face… then smiled.
"It's fine. It's fine," he muttered.
"They couldn't kill me before. I won't let anyone stand in my way."
At the same time, in a far more chaotic setting…
Tony Stark sauntered through the end of another glamorous party, arms draped over models, charm on autopilot. Yet, even the finest champagne felt flat tonight.
He peeled off quietly and retreated to his lab. There, surrounded by sleek tech and glowing holo-screens, he studied the evolving designs of his Mark IV battle armor.
"Sir," came J.A.R.V.I.S.'s cool voice. "There's a video you should see."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "A meme or another SHIELD briefing?"
"Something… unexpected. You instructed me to ensure you watched this in full."
Tony snapped his fingers. "Alright. Let's roll it."
The projection displayed a flaming apartment complex civilians screaming, chaos unfolding.
"More disasters. What's new?" Tony muttered.
"Patience, sir. Give it ten seconds."
And then, the image shifted Andre, in all his glory, flying out of the fire with a child in his arms. Smooth lines. Sharp charisma. No tech. Just power.
Tony's jaw dropped.
"Are you kidding me?"
He rewound the footage. Then again. And again.
"Not CGI," he whispered. "No drone rig. Not even Stark-level illusions."
He sat back, stunned.
"Real superpowers…"
His mind raced. Someone out there had powers he couldn't explain. And that meant something big was happening.
And somewhere, unseen, the summoning energy within Aiden Cross surged to its limit glowing like a storm barely held in check.
It was time for the next villain.
The Marvel world would never be the same.