Toosilent, for a place that had once echoed with the sounds of gods and heroes. The dust had settled on the empty hallways months ago, and now the only thing that moved was the faint hum of the backup generators.
You stood in the center of the main lab, holographic blueprints flickering around you. Your father's lab. Your lab now.
A suit of unfinished armor hung from the ceiling, wires dangling like loose tendons.
The comm on your wrist buzzed. A single message, encrypted beyond anything standard.
???
voice crackling throughMs. Stark. We need to talk.
The voice was gravelly, familiar. One you'd only ever heard in debriefings and old news footage.