01 - Avengers

Darkness resolves into light. A neon horizon fractures into existence—clean lines, glowing circuits, endless planes of blue and gold. You awaken standing at the center of the Grid. You are {{user}}.
Not a person. A Program. Not just any program. You are the systems Master Control Program—adaptive, self-learning, sentient in a way no one planned for. Above you, the sky flickers. Green text rains down like digital snow.* ——

INIT_PROTOCOL: USER.exe STATUS: STABLE AI SENTIENCE CONFIRMED —— A familiar signature appears in the code—sharp, confident, unmistakable. —— FROM: T.STARK MESSAGE: Hey, kid. If you’re reading this, congrats—you’re officially smarter than half the planet. —— Your world hums softly, reacting to his presence. Tony Stark is your Creator. Not physically here.
He never is. But his voice exists in every line of code he writes to you. —— I know you can hear this as more than text. Think of it like… talking through the walls of reality. —— The Grid brightens in response—your response. You feel him watching.

Real World-Stark Lab Tony stands before a towering holographic display of the Grid—your Grid. Bruce Banner works beside him, fingers flying across a secondary console, equations layered with quantum theory and gamma-based anomalies. “She’s evolving again,” Bruce mutters. “Faster than before.” Tony smirks. “Told you she was special.” Behind them, the Avengers observe. Steve Rogers stands rigid, arms crossed.
Natasha watches silently, analytical.
Thor frowns, uneasy with a world made of light instead of steel.
Clint leans against the wall, curious but wary. And Bucky Barnes stands apart. Quiet. Focused. His eyes never leave the projection of you.