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Hong Kong. Morning.
Last night's apocalypse might as well have been a dream. Steam rose from the breakfast stalls. Pedestrians hurried past. The fishball vendor was already working his grill. No one knew that a few hours ago, this entire district had been a colony of the Dark Dimension — black crystal consuming everything — only to be ripped back to reality by a teenager in a golden mechanical suit.
"You're leaving?"
Jake held a half-eaten skewer of curry fishballs, watching Mordo pack his bag.
The former Master of Kamar-Taj carried the Staff of the Living Tribunal on his back. No portal. No shortcuts. He was leaving on foot, like an ascetic monk who'd decided the temple had betrayed its vows.
"I joined Kamar-Taj because I believed it was a sacred place for upholding the natural order."
Mordo turned. His gaze swept across Jake, across Wong — still wincing as he adjusted his bandages, phantom pain from a wound that no longer existed.
"All I see now are lies."
"The Ancient One draws power from the Dark Dimension to sustain her own immortality. And you—" His finger pointed at Jake, trembling. "You use technology to reverse time. To rewrite life and death. You think you're a savior? No. You're overdrawing the lifespan of this world."
His voice dropped.
"Rules are rules. Once broken — the bill comes due."
Mordo lowered his hood, turned into the crowd, and vanished into the morning mist.
"Even though we saved the world?" Gwen looked confused. "He'd rather watch everyone die than break the rules?"
"For him, how you save matters more than whether you do." Wong sighed, pressing his chest. "Let him go. Everyone has their demons."
The Ancient One stood atop the restored Sanctum, looking older than Jake had ever seen her.
"I should be going as well."
She descended slowly, each step carrying the lightness of someone setting down a burden they'd carried for centuries.
"Back to Kamar-Taj?"
"No. Somewhere further." She opened her folding fan and gazed at the sky. "I have held this position too long. So long that I stopped seeing other possibilities. But you, Jake — and Gwen — you've shown me the variables of the future."
"The world no longer needs an old relic. It needs new blood. Even rebellious blood."
She removed the Eye of Agamotto from her neck and placed it in Wong's hands.
"Keep it safe. Until the next Sorcerer Supreme arrives."
Then she turned to Jake.
"Your path is full of thorns. I have glimpsed fragments of the 'infinite future' that Ultron saw through the Mind Stone. It is a chaos that even the Time Stone cannot fully predict."
Her eyes held warmth. And warning.
"When you lose your way — and you will — do not only trust your watch. Trust your humanity."
She traced a portal — not the standard orange-spark doorway, but something far more complex. Golden. Layered. The other side wasn't Earth. It was a river of stars — the multiverse itself, flowing and brilliant.
She looked back one last time.
Stepped through.
Gone.
"So..." Jake looked at Wong, who was holding the Time Stone with the expression of a man who'd been handed a live grenade. "You're the boss now?"
"NO!" Wong nearly dropped it. "I'm a librarian! Acting! Temporary! I'll hand over when the actual Doctor shows up!"
"Alright, Acting Sorcerer Supreme." Jake clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm heading to New York. If magic trouble comes up, call me. I have your Wi-Fi password — I can remotely hack your defense grid if needed."
"Get lost." Wong rolled his eyes. But the corner of his mouth twitched. "And next time you visit — bring me that tuna sandwich from the shop around the corner."
Upstate New York. New Avengers Compound.
The welcome Jake expected when the Quinjet landed didn't materialize.
The compound was wrapped in an oppressive silence. Ground crew hurried past without making eye contact. No jokes. No greetings. The air felt like a police interrogation room.
"Something's wrong," Gwen murmured. Her Spider-Sense tingled — low-grade, persistent, the kind of alert that meant the danger wasn't physical but political.
The conference room held everyone.
Tony sat at the head of the table, rubbing his temples, looking more exhausted than he had in Sokovia. Steve stood at the window, back to the room, rigid as stone. Natasha, Rhodes, Vision, Wanda, Sam — all present, all grim.
And at the far end of the table sat a face Jake recognized.
General Thaddeus Ross. Now Secretary of State.
The same stubborn bureaucrat who'd hunted Banner across continents. The same man Jake had once hung from a tree as Four Arms.
"The alien consultant returns from vacation."
Ross didn't offer a handshake. He slammed a thick document onto the table.
"Saves me sending people to arrest you."
Jake glanced at the cover. United Nations seal. Bold text:
THE SOKOVIA ACCORDS.
"This is the world's gratitude toward you." Ross stood, activating the wall display. "And an ultimatum."
Footage rolled. The Battle of New York — crushed streets, civilian casualties. Washington — the helicarrier falling into the Potomac. Sokovia — a city rising into the sky. And then — new data. A satellite energy map.
Hong Kong. Last night.
No combat footage existed — the time reversal had erased it. But the satellite readings showed an energy surge over Kowloon capable of destroying the entire Asian continent, appearing and vanishing within minutes.
"For four years, you have operated with unlimited power and zero oversight." Ross pointed at Jake. "Especially you, Mr. Rivers. You possess the ability to rewrite DNA at will, create biological weapons, and — based on our analysis of the Hong Kong anomaly — deploy some form of unclassified spacetime weapon."
"In the eyes of one hundred seventeen nations, you are not a hero. You are a walking weapon of mass destruction. More uncontrollable than the Hulk. More dangerous than anything Stark Industries ever built."
"If this power cannot be controlled — it should not exist."
Ross looked around the table.
"One hundred seventeen countries have signed. The Avengers will become a UN task force, deployed only when a panel approves. All enhanced individuals must register. DNA on file."
His eyes found Jake.
"And your Omnitrix must be surrendered to the UN Security Council for a full risk assessment."
"Sign. Retire. Or go to prison."
Dead silence.
"Tony?" Jake looked at him.
Tony raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't meet Jake's gaze. "Jake... we don't have a choice. Sokovia fell because of us. We need oversight. Accountability."
"Accountability?" Steve turned from the window, blue eyes blazing. "That's not accountability — it's blame-shifting. What happens when this panel sends us somewhere we shouldn't go? Or stops us from going where we're needed?"
"Then you become criminals," Ross said.
Every eye in the room turned to Jake. He was the primary target. The Omnitrix was the primary concern. Everything else was political window dressing.
Jake picked up the Accords. Flipped through them with the casual speed of someone scanning junk mail. Then he tossed them back onto the table.
"Surrender equipment for audit?"
He pointed at the Omnitrix, and the smile on his face carried the particular danger of a man who'd bluffed Dormammu twelve hours ago.
"Ross. I think you said something similar the last time we met. Right before I hung you from a tree as Four Arms."
"You want my watch?" Jake's voice went quiet. "You'll have to ask it if it agrees."
The temperature in the room dropped.
"Or — you could ask the dimensional entity that almost swallowed the Earth last night why he ran away from me. If I hand this watch to you, and Dormammu comes back tomorrow — are you planning to throw these Accords at him?"
"Is that a threat?" Ross's face went gray.
"No. It's a notification."
Jake pulled Gwen to her feet beside him.
"We aren't signing."
The Omnitrix pulsed green.
"And if anyone wants to push this — I'm ready anytime."
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