[Wanda (Westview Moves As I Will): Who are we? We're the ones whose family was destroyed by the weapons you made, Tony Stark.]
[Pietro (Keep That Bullet Away From Me): Wanda's right, you bastard. If you hadn't sold weapons into Sokovia, our home wouldn't have been wiped out. This is all on you.]
[Wanda (Westview Moves As I Will): We were eight that year. A shell punched through our roof. Pietro and I hid under the bed for a whole day and night. When we crawled out, our home was gone. My parents were dead, and we've been adrift ever since. All of it is because of you.]
Reading the twins' messages in the chatroom, Tony Stark slumped on his sofa, deeply annoyed.
First he had seen his near future, an ambush in the desert with his fate uncertain. Now the chat showed a pair of siblings claiming their lives were ruined because of him.
Why did everything seem to orbit him? What had he even done to deserve this?
Worse, he couldn't recall Stark Industries selling weapons into Sokovia. Could someone have moved product through private channels?
Impossible. Obadiah Stane was running Stark Industries for him. Who could slip anything through unnoticed...
Obadiah Stane?
Tony paused. One of the three options earlier had been Obadiah Stane.
He shook his head at once. No way. Since his parents died in that cursed car crash, Obadiah had looked after him. Tony focused on invention only because Obadiah managed the company.
For years, Tony had treated him like family, like an uncle. No matter how outrageous Tony acted, Obadiah always backed him.
He couldn't have done something like that. Tony would suspect anyone before suspecting him.
In the chatroom:
[Nick Fury (Would Love a Vacation on the Moon): Put the grudges aside for now. First we need to confirm whether the desert abduction we just saw actually happens. From the way the question is framed, I'd guess it's in the future.]
[Tony (She Says She Loves Me Three Thousand Times): Five days from now. To be precise, six. Obadiah and I agreed I'd present Stark Industries' new weapons demonstration.]
[Nick Fury (Would Love a Vacation on the Moon): If so, then the footage we saw may truly be from the future.]
[The Ancient One (Died Because VFX Was Too Expensive): It is. I've been observing everyone here and the clip we watched. Those who can enter appear to be future superheroes or people connected to them. This chatroom seems able to show future scenes. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the Ancient One, guardian of Earth's material plane. I can see the future, which is why I'm certain. Also, note the titles after your names.]
[Stephen Strange (I'm Here to Negotiate): ??? A sorcerer? You can see the future?]
[Natasha (Stop Arguing, I'll Jump Off a Cliff): ??? There are sorcerers on Earth? How have I never heard of this? And everyone here is a superhero? Also, I jump off a cliff?]
[Clint Barton (If I Fight, We Win): If sorcerers are real, do we also have vampires and werewolves?]
[Nick Fury (Would Love a Vacation on the Moon): Ahem... apparently yes. I can't speak to sorcerer society, but the bloodsuckers and mutts have been driven into the shadows. They don't dare show themselves.]
[Stephen Strange (I'm Here to Negotiate): My god, this stuff actually exists? That's wildly unscientific. As a doctor, I kind of want to dissect a vampire or a werewolf...]
[Tony Stark (She Says She Loves Me Three Thousand Times): @Stephen Strange, you're acting off.]
[Natasha (Stop Arguing, I'll Jump Off a Cliff): @Stephen Strange, you're acting off.]
[Clint Barton (If I Fight, We Win): @Stephen Strange, do all med school grads sound that creepy?]
[Stephen Strange (I'm Here to Negotiate): ....]
In the apartment, Aoi Shun watched the stream of messages and smiled.
The system whispered a private prompt in his ear. Time to say hello.
Whether he answered or not, he would still receive rewards. More importantly, it was time to let the Ancient One "see" the new identity the system had written for him.