White Can Iron Man froze as he realized he was surrounded by an army of silver-white robots. For a mont, astonishnt flashed across his face, but it quickly vanished, replaced by a steely resolve. He had likely underestimated the extent to which his secret plan had been discovered.
Without hesitation, he landed firmly and raised his hands in surrender. His armor disengaged automatically.
"Hey, guys, what's going on? Whoa, watch the muzzles—there must be so misunderstanding," White Can called out, appearing harmless and almost wronged. "Wait, Jarvis, it's you, right? You wouldn't be taking revenge for Tony of my Universe, would you?"
"Co on, it's Iron Man Day. Aren't there supposed to be no combat rules? Can't we form teams freely?" he continued, desperately trying to justify himself. "Besides, we already lost badly. Is retaliation really necessary?"
Every word was a calculated attempt to pin bla on Jarvis and take the initiative. So of the observing Superheroes nodded in understanding, misled by White Can's performance. In countless worlds, Jarvis had been Tony's most loyal AI. It seed reasonable to think he might act impulsively to defend his master.
But Jarvis was unmoved by the crowd or White Can's pleas. The robots continued their encirclent, closing in from all directions. Their stance was resolute, as if determined to bring the villain to justice. Even S Universe Tony could not help but feel the precision and decisiveness of Jarvis' actions, montarily considering the possibility that his AI was acting out of vengeance.
White Can's expression darkened briefly as the robots advanced, but he quickly masked it. Realizing that Jarvis would not relent, he decisively extended his hands higher.
"Alright, alright, if you insist, I surrender. Take away," he said. "I only have one request: please don't punish the other Iron n. They may not have created you, but they are still Tony, and each of them had their own Jarvis, didn't they?"
Even as he acted the part of the repentant hero, White Can's performance was flawless. Superheroes like the gentler Captain Arica and Bruce Banner variant moved instinctively to intervene, sensing a chance to diate. White Can's peripheral vision caught these subtle reactions. Perfect, everything was proceeding as expected. A faint, knowing smile flickered across his face.
He extended his hands further, cooperating seamlessly with Jarvis. The robots' chanical movents were precise. With a sharp click, a pair of magnetic restraint cuffs latched onto White Can's wrists. The crowd fell silent. No one had expected Jarvis to act with such authority and directness.
Until now, whenever anyone spoke of S Universe Jarvis, words like "gentleman," "butler," and "loyalty" ca to mind. Yet here, Jarvis was forcibly acting against an Iron Man. A murmur of astonishnt ran through the onlookers. So stepped forward in pity, but before they could intervene, the robots spoke in a cold, chanical tone.
"Mr. Tony Stark from Universe 616-W, you are under arrest.
Charges: endangering Multiverse security, conspiracy with cosmic villains, and inciting Multiverse public opinion—all established.
Due to the lack of codified Multiverse law and insufficient Dinsion Continent regulations, temporary indefinite deprivation of personal liberty is implented.
Freedom may only be restored once legal provisions are supplented, or upon intervention by Mr. Malrick Stark, creator of the Dinsion Continent.
Whether in life or after death, freedom is suspended."
Jarvis' pronouncent stunned the crowd. White Can, who still hoped to maintain his façade, froze. The Superheroes intending to diate were equally caught off guard.
White Can's face contorted as he tried to salvage the situation. "This… there must be a misunderstanding. Has soone misled you, Mr. Malrick? Or perhaps soone frad ?" He continued to present himself as the innocent victim.
He knew Jarvis' judgnt was flawless, yet he remained calm. White Can had a backup plan: feign repentance. Even guilty of the gravest cris, a convincing display of remorse could earn leniency, especially if he claid deception. Many Superheroes in the crowd began to hesitate, swayed by his performance.
"Excuse for interrupting," a War Machine (Rhodes variant) stepped forward. "White Can is an Iron Man. He wouldn't intentionally endanger the Multiverse or conspire with cosmic villains. Everyone knows Tony's priorities: won and… more won. Every Iron Man is the sa. Who could he collude with to do evil? Abduct a Multiverse girl, abandon her, and cause her to turn rogue? Unlikely."
The crowd chuckled, temporarily easing the tension.
Then, suddenly, the handcuffs on White Can's wrists surged with electricity. A powerful current ran through his body, forcing him to convulse and collapse, lips trembling, unable to speak. Panic rippled through the onlookers, thinking Jarvis had moved to silence him permanently.
As heads turned, dozens of silver-white robots lifted their heads in unison. Their rhomboid eyes projected interlocking images into the air, forming a three-dinsional hologram, almost indistinguishable from reality.
A text prompt appeared: Universe 616-W, Earth, Star Domain.
The hologram displayed New York's Stark Tower on White Can's Earth, where a group of familiar figures—Thanos, Ego the Living Planet, High Evolutionary, and Gorr the God Butcher—gathered on the rooftop, hinting at the scale of White Can's hidden connections.
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