Iron Man stared at the items for a long moment, but finally decided to just ignore them. Feeling emotionally exhausted, he lay down on the couch in his office, locking the door and having all his appointments for tomorrow (none of which were important,
thankfully) cancelled.
He slept fitfilly, dreams of going mad with power flashing through his mind. In it, he wielded the items like a tyrant, warping the universe in his image, making even the Gods bow to his whims…
Iron Man gasped, coming awake as he dreamt of making the Living Tribunal bow to his will using the artifacts. Panting, clutching his chest, he collected himself, trying to banish the fear… and the thrill… of his dreams.
He looked around his office, blinking when he noticed the Destroyer armor kneeling by his desk. Taped to the forehead was a note from the Merchant. It read, “You have a few more items coming, since you bought my entire stock. I’ll deliver them as I get
them in.”
Iron Man furiously crumpled up the note. He kicked the Destroyer armor, cringing as he stubbed his toe. Grumbling, he sat down at his desk.
“News,” he said, holographic screens coming to life and showing him broadcasts from around the world. One in particular caught his eye.
“Sentinels invaded the Jean Grey School late this evening. With the aid of the Avengers, no casualties amongst the student body were reported, however this action has led leaders in the remaining mutant community to question whether or not it was wise
for Wolverine’s group of separatists to leave Utopia.”
Iron Man stared at the images, of students battered and bruised, of the frustration on the faces of the X-Men as they picked up the pieces.
“…I could have stopped this,” Iron Man said softly. “I could have made sure that this didn’t happen…”
Something clicked inside of him… and he ran for an artifact.
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