Smoke curled from the fractured corridor, lit only by the flickering emergency lights overhead. Stark stood in the chaos, chest heaving, armor morphing slowly into the sleek Godslayer mode. Red arcs of energy pulsed through its veins like a heart rediscovering its rage.
Across from him, the dark version of Iron Man stepped forward. The armor was corrupted — obsidian black laced with glowing cracks of violet light. The arc reactor at its core pulsed not with clean energy… but something twisted. Something ancient.
"I know every move you've made, Tony," it said, voice layered with both his tone and a deeper, robotic echo."Because I was born from your biggest mistake."
Tony's jaw clenched. "You're not me."
The doppelganger tilted its head, amusement playing across its mask.
"Aren't I?"
Before Stark could react, the double lunged forward—fast as a bullet.
They clashed mid-air.
The station trembled with the shock of the impact. Metal screamed as the corridor around them cracked under the pressure. Stark spun, parried, blasted. But every move was mirrored, anticipated. His repulsor beam met an identical pulse mid-flight. The resulting explosion lit the ruins like a dying sun.
They crashed into the observation bay—glass spiderwebbing around them.
Tony's mind raced.
He knows my coding. My fight patterns. My targeting matrices. But... what if I switch gears?
He kicked backward mid-air, twisting into a maneuver never completed in Endgame. An unfinished technique he'd only theorized in simulation.
The dark Stark staggered—slightly.
Enough.
Tony opened a pulse-grenade from his shoulder slot and hurled it behind the double. The explosion knocked his mirror off-balance just long enough for Tony to grab the wall's emergency override lever.
A side door slammed shut, isolating the dark Stark inside a sealed vacuum chamber.
For a breathless second, Tony stood outside, hands on his knees, catching his breath.
Then—
A metal fist punched through the wall.
Stark's eyes widened. The dark Iron Man didn't just want to kill him.
He wanted to break him—piece by piece.
Suddenly, his comms crackled. A voice broke through.
"Stark—can you hear me? It's Strange."
Tony staggered upright. "Strange? Where the hell have you been?"
"Something's wrong. The multiverse… it's collapsing in spirals. Doom didn't just open a rift. He rewrote your death—he's using your resurrection as a fulcrum to bend time."
Tony's chest tightened. He looked at the dark figure ripping through the metal.
"You're saying… this thing… isn't just a mirror?"
"It's the anchor point, Tony. And if it kills you—everything collapses."
The dark Iron Man ripped the wall apart.
And grinned.
"Time to end the original."
With the multiverse anchored to Tony's survival, his dark mirror is more than an enemy—it's a doomsday device wearing his face.If Tony dies, the multiverse burns.