In which there was a 14,000,606 possibility of the upcoming war that Doctor Strange never foresaw.
For within the shadows of the Black Order hid a secret weapon to create balance across the cosmos. Leena's destined path had been forged in the stars...
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"I SAW FOURTEEN million, six hundred and five possibilities of the upcoming war."
There was a small pause, one which clouded around the Protectors of the Galaxy and Earth alike, for they breathed in deeply at the knowledge beheld by the Sorcerer. One man in particular, with worry threaded into the lines on his weary face, asked the question that hung over their heads like a clouded storm.
"How many did we win?"
In that particular moment, the attention of a boy dressed in red and blue dissipated, for he became distracted by the tingles running up his arms under his iron suit. He glanced around the planet. There was nothing too out of the ordinary from the orange rocks and shards of metal around them, besides the fact that he felt slightly lopsided because of the gravitational axis being on an angle.
There was also the small fact of him being on another planet. One that was not Earth. It was something that sparked off a small pinch of excitement in the foggy dread of facing the mad Titan who sought to wipe out half of life.
"One."
The boy suddenly felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck. His brows furrowed as he scoured around the area once again, chocolate brown eyes gazed over the strange woman with the antennas, who was bouncing up and down, and the tattooed man beside her.
Everything looked relatively normal.
And yet, he couldn't escape the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Something felt off. His eyes suddenly drifted up towards the cloudy blue sky that had tinged a murky grey, hiding the view of a moon. He looked slightly to the left, and noticed that the sky remained a cloudy blue. Only the area above the Protectors was grey.
"Uhh, Mr Stark, sir?" His small voice cracked out, he swallowed a lump in his throat as the grey cloud suddenly sparked with black static. His hair was starting to stick up in odd directions. "You gotta check this out."
"What is it, kid?" His mentor replied with a tense sigh. He was transfixed by the daunting idea that there was only one way to win the war.
"That's a good question," the boy replied, scratching his cheek.
There was a loud crack which rippled over the group, and the static cloud suddenly opened, revealing a swirling centre of darkness. Wind thrashed against their faces, moving their hair wildly, and sending them stumbling over their own feet.
A body fell from the cloud.
The boys brown eyes widened widely as he stumbled over broken rocks, holding his arms out as if to catch the person, but narrowly missed as the body fell onto his mentor. The man dropped to the ground with the added weight, and a loud grunt.
"Shit, Mr Stark?" The boy called out, crouching down and staring at the woman that was unconscious. "Are you alright?"
"This planet rains people." A blue man with red tattoos spoke wistfully, he cast his eyes up to the sky, as if expecting another person to fall, but the static cloud had dissipated and the wind had ceased.
