"I killed Captain America."
"It was an unexpected accident, but I can't say I was completely unaware of it. I think we were both at fault, but it's too late to say that now."
A pair of eyes glowing faintly silver moved away from the camera, and Tony Stark's face appeared fully on the screen.
Judging by the background, he was in his laboratory, fully armed in Symbiote armor. But the usual frivolous smile was gone from his face, replaced by a grave expression.
"I admit that was a mistake. It made S.H.I.E.L.D. and Congress notice my intentions too early, and they've begun doing everything they can to block the software I created."
"Killing a national hero also made me the most wanted criminal. Spider-Man sees me as his mortal enemy, Nick Fury is doing his best to hunt me down, and this is not the situation I wanted. I need to find a way to change all of this."
"Fortunately, the immense power originally intended to propel the universe gave me the chance to create a time machine that will shake the ages. Now I must return to the past, turn the situation around, and recover everything."
"To document my plan, I chose to leave behind this recording. I need to warn myself: if you don't drive them into a corner, they will never understand what an immense gift your concessions are."
The gleaming pupils moved away from the lens again. Stark's face sank into darkness from above, and then, clad in that bright armor, he turned and walked into the enormous machine behind him.
After a burst of signal interference, the image cut out. The tablet was placed on the table, followed by a soft sigh.
The youth turned his head, lowering his lashes over his slightly weary