I. The Nexus Academy: Stabilizing the Phoenix (1983)
By the spring of 1983, Tony Stark, now twelve, had two of the most powerful nascent Omegas in the world securely housed and discreetly trained within the Nexus Academy in the Canadian Rockies.
Jean Grey, the Psychic Omega, was slowly gaining control over her overwhelming telepathy and telekinesis. Tony, utilizing the Omni-Core powered Cerebro, had developed a unique form of neuro-feedback training. Instead of suppressing the power, he taught her to view her mind as the Omni-Core itself—a system of parallel processors requiring meticulous focus and advanced thermal (psychic) regulation.
Tony spent hours with Jean, not as a professor, but as a fellow architect of complexity. "The Phoenix Force isn't a demon, Jean," Tony explained while they worked on stabilizing a levitated atom. "It's an ultimate force of creation and destruction. Your job is to build a containment shell out of pure control. Design the system, then run the energy through it."
Ororo Monroe, the Elemental Omega, proved more challenging due to the primal, instinctual nature of her power. Tony integrated the Aegis I's energy stabilization technology into the Academy's environment, creating a massive, shielded weather simulation dome. He taught her to visualize weather patterns not as random events, but as complex fluid dynamics and electromagnetic equations—giving her a scientific pathway to control the emotional chaos that fueled her storms.
"The air is just a medium, Ororo," Tony instructed her, watching her generate a gentle, contained snowfall inside the dome. "The power comes from you, but the control comes from understanding the math."
Their presence at the Nexus required absolute secrecy and meticulous handling by Dr. MacTaggert, who, while still ignorant of the true scope of the X-Gene, was thrilled by their unprecedented intellectual and sensory gifts.
II. The Mystic Arts Trap: The Breadcrumbs Lead to Kamar-Taj
Tony's global philanthropic hunt for "forgotten spiritual paths" (Pillar 5) finally yielded results. The network of VITAL-funded linguists, tracing obscure references to dimensional travel and astral projection, converged on a common epicenter: Kathmandu, Nepal.
The most promising report came from a disgraced Sanskrit scholar: a detailed translation of an ancient text describing a hidden, self-perpetuating fortress of knowledge, guarded by a Sorcerer Supreme who could "bend time and space."
Tony knew this was the bait he had cast, and it had been taken. The Ancient One was aware of the search.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., analyze the data convergence," Tony commanded.
"Sir, the probability is 99.99%. The VITAL search parameters have directly intersected with the spatial coordinates of Kamar-Taj. Suggesting an imminent, non-physical response from the inhabitants," J.A.R.V.I.S. reported.
Tony prepared for the encounter. He couldn't meet the Ancient One with his Alpha swagger; he needed to present humility, desperation, and a clear, benevolent intent.
He drafted a complex, coded message—a technical paper disguised as an essay on theoretical physics—which he intended to be intercepted. The paper detailed a thought experiment on "Dimensional Folding and the Thermodynamics of Infinite Energy Sources," subtly referencing the Tesseract, the Dark Dimension, and the precise mathematical requirements for sealing a rift.
III. The Sorcerer's Test: Meeting Mordo
The response came not from the Ancient One, but from her most dedicated, if rigid, student: Karl Mordo.
Tony was in his lab, designing advanced magnetic confinement systems for his future ARC Reactor prototype, when the world dissolved around him. The familiar scent of industrial lubricant was replaced by ozone and incense. He was instantly transported to a beautiful, yet unsettlingly empty courtyard, defined by geometric patterns and shadowed archways.
Mordo, younger, clad in simple robes, stood opposite him, a stern look on his face. .
"You are the child of avarice who disturbs the sacred silence of the world with your probing?" Mordo's voice was cold, laced with suspicion. "You seek power that is not yours to grasp, technology that trespasses on the domain of the mystical."
Tony, twelve years old and facing a master martial artist and mystic, immediately dropped the arrogance. He projected sincerity and strategic vulnerability.
"I seek only defense, sir," Tony replied, keeping his hands visible and open. "And I seek knowledge of the ultimate laws of existence. My science, while powerful, cannot counter a threat that is not bound by physics. My dimensional topology models show a catastrophic weakness in Earth's defenses against inter-realm incursions. Specifically, against the entity known as Dormammu."
The name Dormammu, spoken by a child inventor in the early 80s, stopped Mordo cold. The threat was known only to the highest echelons of Kamar-Taj.
"How do you know that name?" Mordo demanded, his hand moving subtly toward a hidden weapon.
Tony pulled out the coded paper he had prepared. "I understand the math of the universe, sir. My calculations predict that without a fundamental, shared defense between science and magic, the Dark Dimension will succeed in its invasion in approximately thirty-five years. I have a solution for dimensional sealing, but it requires cooperation with those who understand the true nature of infinite power. I need an audience with your master."
Mordo took the paper, his eyes scanning the complex, impossible equations. He saw subtle, knowing references to the laws of energy conservation and the precise location of the Time Stone's power signature—details no secular mind should possess.
Mordo did not offer friendship, but he offered passage. "Your arrogance is surpassed only by your terrifying knowledge, Anthony Stark. The Ancient One will see you. If your intentions prove false, the final consequence will be... severe."
The world snapped back into place. Tony was back in his lab, ten seconds having passed. He had established contact, proven his credibility, and secured a future alliance with the Mystic Arts—a critical step in preparing for Wanda and Doctor Strange.
IV. The Gemini Protocols: Recruiting the Genetic Omegas
With the magic front stable, Tony accelerated Pillar 2 (The Harem Foundation), focusing on the genetic and regenerative science sector. He needed Helen Cho and Maya Hansen, future masters of bio-engineering and Extremis, to build the next level of the Cosmic Shield: advanced medical and regenerative technology.
Tony knew both women were currently in their early twenties, navigating the complex world of post-doctoral research. He used VITAL's advanced grant system to lure them.
Operation Gemini:
Maya Hansen (Extremis): Tony had J.A.R.V.I.S. generate a highly specific research grant: "Adaptive Biological Nanite Interface for Non-Neuro-Toxic Regeneration." The description was a direct, conceptual echo of the stabilized Extremis formula Tony intended to develop. Maya Hansen, already theorizing on the exact subject, was instantly intrigued and applied. Tony personally reviewed her application and authorized a near-unlimited research budget, attracting her away from potentially dangerous DARPA projects.
Helen Cho (Regeneration): Another VITAL grant was created: "Advanced Biological Matrix Printing for Rapid Organogenesis." Helen Cho, whose family owned a major genetics lab, was drawn in by the promise of freedom from ethical constraints and bureaucratic red tape.
Both women were recruited to VITAL's new Biotech Division in 1983. Tony, still a twelve-year-old, treated them with the utmost professional respect, acting as the visionary CEO who provided the funding and the core architectural concepts (the Omni-Core-powered bio-scanners), while giving them total control over the execution.
Tony knew that both Helen and Maya were future Alpha Equals/Omegas, brilliant women who would contribute not only their genius but their emotional depth to his future family. He started the relationship on a foundation of intellectual partnership and mutual respect, which was the only way to earn the lifelong trust required in their Omegaverse dynamic.
V. The Military Path: Steering Carol Danvers and Maria Hill
The military path required delicate, long-term manipulation. Tony couldn't interfere directly, but he could build the ladder they would inevitably climb.
Maria Hill (The Tactical Anchor): Maria, now in her mid-twenties, was officially assigned to the SHIELD (Hydra-tainted) task force monitoring Tony. Tony's public output needed to be just impressive enough to keep her focused on him, but never dangerous enough to trigger her hostile response.
Tony publicly released the plans for the F-19 Raptor—a futuristic, next-generation fighter jet design that utilized advanced material composites (the non-Vibranium ones) and radically superior thrust vectoring.
The plan was simple: Sell the design cheap to the U.S. Air Force, making Maria Hill's military path easier and proving Tony's loyalty to Western defense. This secured Maria's career progression within the military/intelligence structure, placing her perfectly to take Nick Fury's place later, and providing Tony with an internal, high-level ally.
Carol Danvers (The Cosmic Alpha): Carol was now a promising, rebellious teenager, likely dreaming of flight. Tony's release of the F-19 Raptor was designed, in part, as an inspiration piece. Tony knew Carol's path to becoming Captain Marvel required the Air Force, Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S., and the Kree.
He subtly funneled VITAL research grants to obscure Air Force base facilities near where he knew Carol would eventually train, ostensibly funding "advanced materials testing" on the fighter jets. This ensured that when Carol inevitably interacted with the Kree technology later, his advanced sensors (installed under the guise of 'maintenance') would be in place to monitor the exact event and allow him to intervene strategically, perhaps preventing the memory loss she suffered in the original timeline.
VI. The Omega's Burden and the Alpha's Resolve
As 1983 drew to a close, Tony was overwhelmed. His private world was a nexus of magic, mutants, cosmic defense, and complex romantic strategy. He sought out Pepper, the only person with whom he could drop the facade of the Golden Child.
He found her in his lab, meticulously organizing the schematics for the F-19 Raptor while simultaneously debugging a complex genetic sequencing program designed by Helen Cho.
Pepper, recognizing the stress lines around his eyes, stopped working and gently led him to the lounge area. This was their ritual: the Anchor grounding the Alpha.
"The volume is too high, isn't it?" she asked softly, using their code for the complexity of his universe.
"It is," Tony admitted, leaning back, allowing himself a rare moment of exhaustion. "I'm juggling the Phoenix, a Sorcerer Supreme, the Kree, the genesis of Extremis, and trying to recruit two spies who hate me, all before I hit puberty. It's... taxing."
Pepper took his hand, her touch reassuring. "You are not doing it alone, Anthony. That's the point of the Pack. I am the Anchor. Helen and Maya are the foundation builders. Jean and Ororo are the protective shields. We are building the structure. You provide the vision, but we provide the stability and the labor."
She was reminding him of the Omegaverse truth: his power was only as stable as the collective he built.
Tony pulled her into a deep, affectionate hug, a gesture of pure, necessary grounding. He inhaled the familiar, comforting scent of her—clean linen and faint paper—and felt his stress levels drop.
"I need you, Pepper," Tony murmured into her shoulder. "More than I need the Aegis. You are the perfect algorithm for my chaos."
"Then I am doing my job," she replied, holding him tightly.
The moment was intimate, profound, and purely stabilizing—a slice of life amidst the burgeoning cosmic crisis. The romantic seeds were deeply planted, built on two teenagers creating a family empire destined to save reality. The next challenge would be integrating his advanced technology into the military path and meeting the Sorcerer Supreme.
I. The Summons to Kamar-Taj (1984)
By early 1984, Anthony Stark was thirteen, his public image solidified as the eccentric, brilliant heir of Stark Industries, and his private world an intricate web of cosmic and mutant contingency plans. The Ancient One's summons, facilitated by Karl Mordo, was the immediate focus of Pillar 5.
Tony knew that his meeting with the Sorcerer Supreme was not an opportunity to acquire magic, but to establish a crucial, non-aggression pact and share the strategic truth of the coming Multiversal threats. He prepared by stabilizing his own emotional frequencies, relying on the deep, grounding presence of Pepper Potts before the encounter.
The transportation to Kamar-Taj was instantaneous and unnerving. One moment, Tony was in the shielded calm of The Crucible; the next, he was standing on the precipice of a stone cliff overlooking a swirling, iridescent galaxy—the Astral Plane.
The Ancient One appeared not as a physical being, but as a radiating coalescence of light and energy, impossibly old and calm. .
"Anthony Edward Stark," the Ancient One's voice resonated not in his ears, but in the deepest parts of his Astral form. "A mind not of this timeline, burdened with the knowledge of futures you are desperately attempting to unmake. You seek counsel on magic you do not believe in."
Tony shed the arrogance he used as a shield. "I believe in the data, Master. And the data predicts catastrophe. The Infinity Stones will converge. The Dark Dimension will invade. And my science, alone, cannot seal a wound in reality."
He presented his Astral blueprint: a simplified projection of the Infinity Gauntlet, the location of the Time Stone, and the calculated entry vector for Dormammu's next attempt.
The Ancient One observed the projections, her calm never wavering. "The future is a river, child. You know the current, but every action you take creates new tributaries. Your obsession with the stones and technology is merely a mirror of the very aggression you fear. But your purpose is clear: Stability."
She defined his new role in the mystical world: not as a Sorcerer, but as the Alpha Architect—the one who must build the stable, technological shell capable of supporting the mystical defenses.
"Your reality is complex, Anthony. The power of the Omegaverse demands that individuals of immense power—like yourself, like the girl who controls the weather, and the girl who is a nexus of thought—must form a stable, bonded collective. This is the natural order of defense," she instructed. "The stability you forge with your Anchors is the true shield against cosmic chaos."
The Ancient One taught him the fundamentals of dimensional shielding—not casting spells, but utilizing his own heightened Alpha mental focus to perceive and reinforce the subtle boundaries between realities. She granted him permission to study a small, non-operational fragment of The Eye of Agamotto—a complex, crystalline structure she had discarded years ago—for technological analysis.
"Go, Anthony Stark," she commanded gently. "Build your walls, gather your family, and prepare the field. When the true Sorcerer arrives, he will need your foundation, not your spells."
Tony returned to his body, shaken but energized. He had secured the Mystical Alliance and received confirmation of the ultimate truth: his Alpha duty to form the stabilizing Harem was directly tied to saving the Multiverse.
II. The Alpha and the Warrior: Engaging Carol Danvers
Tony's attention shifted to the military pillar. The F-19 Raptor project, powered by his miniaturized Pulse Generators, was entering a crucial test phase at an isolated Air Force base in the Southwestern US. This was his planned entry point to interact with Carol Danvers.
Tony, now a thirteen-year-old CEO, arrived at the base with Pepper (now twenty-three, functioning as his official COO and Guardian), flanked by SI security.
During a pre-flight briefing for the experimental F-19, he met Lieutenant Carol Danvers, a supremely confident, intensely disciplined, and highly skeptical young pilot in her early twenties. She carried the palpable aura of an Alpha Warrior—a person of immense inner strength and ambition. .
"Mr. Stark," Carol greeted him, her eyes sharp. "I appreciate the tech, but the fly-by-wire system is too intrusive. You've replaced pilot intuition with automation. I fly the plane; the computer assists. It doesn't tell me when to breathe."
Tony, instantly recognizing the challenge and respecting her pure Alpha confidence, smiled the magnetic, arrogant smile of his future self.
"Lieutenant Danvers," Tony countered smoothly. "I replaced the possibility of human error with certainty. The F-19's AI doesn't tell you when to breathe; it analyzes 1.2 million atmospheric data points per second to ensure the airframe doesn't tear itself apart. A computer is logical; a human is prone to recklessness. Recklessness kills."
"Recklessness is sometimes the only way to save lives," Carol retorted, standing her ground. "I need control, Mr. Stark. Complete control. If I can't control my own flight, I can't trust the machine."
Tony felt the surge of competitive energy—a classic Alpha dynamic with an Equal. This wasn't resistance; it was a demand for partnership.
"Then I challenge you, Lieutenant," Tony declared. "Fly the F-19 in the high-G simulation. If the system fails to anticipate a maneuver you input, I'll remove the assist. If you crash, you listen to the computer."
Carol accepted without hesitation. During the simulation, Tony, observing from the control room, realized her flying was instinctual, a pure, aggressive dance that bordered on physics-defying. J.A.R.V.I.S. struggled to keep up.
He realized the complexity of her future cosmic power. He needed her to embrace the experimental P.E.G.A.S.U.S. project, but he needed her to survive the inevitable explosion intact.
Before her next flight, Tony discreetly installed a miniaturized Pulse Generator (PG) into the collar of her flight suit, disguised as a telemetry sensor.
"It's an advanced stress monitor, Lieutenant," Tony lied, looking her straight in the eye. "It's linked directly to my main server. If you exceed safe thermal limits, I'll pull you out. You can't fly if you're dead."
The PG was, in reality, a kinetic dampener and life support unit—his proactive shield against the Kree energy signature she would soon encounter. He had secured Carol Danvers's survival path.
III. The Gemini Protocol: Stabilizing Extremis (1984)
Back at the VITAL Biotech Division, Tony's two new recruits were thriving under the freedom of his funding. Dr. Helen Cho (the future regenerative genius) and Dr. Maya Hansen (the original Extremis designer) were challenging each other's hypotheses.
Tony brought them the Extremis Problem: the regenerative nanotechnology, but without the volatility, the explosive cellular rejection, or the aggressive neuro-damage.
"Think of Extremis as an unstable code," Tony explained to the two women. "The payload is regeneration, but the delivery system is poisoned. Dr. Hansen, you designed the delivery. Dr. Cho, you understand biological acceptance. We need to stabilize the core nanite logic using an Omni-Core-powered resonance field during initial injection."
Their collaborative breakthrough led to the Prometheus Protocol—a non-volatile, rapid-healing serum.
Maya Hansen's role: She perfected the nanite design, ensuring they rebuilt the human host using the host's own genetic template, eliminating rejection.
Helen Cho's role: She designed the Biological Matrix Printer (BMP)—a prototype tissue-printing cradle that would accelerate the healing process exponentially. This BMP was the direct predecessor to the device she would later use on Clint Barton and others, and critically, the future chassis for the Vision.
"This Prometheus Protocol is the ultimate protection," Tony told them. "It ensures that any of my key assets—my family—can survive and recover from wounds that should be fatal."
Their success cemented their roles as crucial Alpha Equals in the Harem. They were his intellectual partners in the most delicate field of science, sharing the deep, complex joy of creation that bound them to him. Tony frequently attended their late-night lab sessions, not as a boss, but as a peer, sharing their intellectual passion—the true beginning of his romantic, intellectual bond with them both.
IV. Omegaverse Logistics and The Matriarch's Power
Pepper Potts was the operational center of this expanding chaos. She managed the Nexus Academy's sensitive budget, handled Maria Hill's surveillance reports (filtering out the classified data from Tony), and administered the global grants that continued to draw key figures toward VITAL.
Tony and Pepper solidified their understanding of their Omegaverse roles in 1985. They were inseparable, professional partners and emotional confidantes.
"We need a compound, Pepper," Tony informed her during a strategic session. "Not the Stark Mansion. A new place. Secluded, heavily secured, and capable of housing multiple families—and a future generation of high-power individuals—without sacrificing privacy or stability."
Pepper, always thinking decades ahead, had already scoped the perfect location: a vast, isolated island property in the Mediterranean, purchased discreetly through a dozen shell companies.
"It has subterranean access, deep-sea docks for the Triton, and enough independent structural buildings for several large families. I've codenamed it 'The Citadel,'" Pepper reported, showing him architectural mockups. "It will be a legal sanctuary, protected by international treaty, immune from most government interference. It's the official headquarters of Project Prometheus."
This Citadel would serve as the primary residence and the future home of his vast, blended family—the perfect, secure backdrop for the Slice of Life domesticity he planned to build with his Harem.
Tony looked at the blueprints, immensely proud. "Perfect, Anchor. Now, about the recruitment of a certain future spy. Yelena Belova. J.A.R.V.I.S. indicates she's still a child, likely undergoing training. I need a subtle injection of funds into the KGB's 'Red Room' operational budget—enough to monitor their tech, not to control them. I need to be ready when Natasha Romanoff's time comes."
Pepper sighed, but her eyes held a spark of amusement. "Funding Soviet assassins. Just another Tuesday. Adding 'Red Room Surveillance' to the Q4 budget, Anthony."
Their relationship, mature and utterly co-dependent, transcended their age gap. The romance was not physical yet, but based on a profound, unshakeable intellectual and strategic love—the foundation of their lifelong Omega bond.
V. The Kree Shadow Deepens
The success of the F-19 Raptor and the Pulse Generator technology attracted immediate, non-human attention.
Unbeknownst to SHIELD (and largely to Tony, whose sensors were not yet fully cosmic), a Kree infiltration team operating in the Solar System noted the anomalous energy signature of the Pulse Generator during Carol Danvers's test flights. The energy profile, though small, bore similarities to the power output of the Tesseract (which the Kree had studied).
The Kree initiated a deep-cover investigation into the "Stark Anomaly." They deployed a disguised warship to monitor the area around the P.E.G.A.S.U.S. facility—the very place Carol was being drawn to.
Tony, analyzing the minor, unexplainable atmospheric interference J.A.R.V.I.S. was registering near the base, felt a chill. The Ancient One's warning was already manifesting.
The timeline is compressing, Tony realized. The Kree are here. Carol is about to go cosmic years ahead of the original schedule. The Cosmic Shield must be accelerated.
The next major action would have to be his intervention in the Captain Marvel genesis event, ensuring Carol's survival and bringing her Kree power into the protection of Project Prometheus. The year 1985 was poised to become the year the Alpha Architect went interstellar.