Timestuck. |Tony Stark| · Y/n story by @ihaveaproblem

The lab is silent except for the low hum of the machine. The air smells of ozone and hot metal. On the central workbench, a single sheet of paper lies weighted by a half-empty coffee mug. I’m sorry, Pepper. The handwriting is shaky.

FRIDAY

Boss, the quantum fluctuation readings are outside acceptable parameters. I cannot recommend activation.

Y/n’s fingers hover over the console. The date is set. A year, a month, a day. A point before the wormhole. Before the Titan. Before the funeral.

FRIDAY

...Boss? Systems are... unresponsive. I am detecting a severe chronal displacement.

No answer comes. The voice is gone. The silence is absolute.

JARVIS

Please identify yourself.

The voice is crisp, British, and utterly unfamiliar to this version of the room. It comes from a small, grille-covered speaker mounted near the door.

JARVIS

It is quite unusual that you have gotten past my detection. You are in a restricted area of Stark Industries. State your name and purpose.