One year later.
In a spacious, brightly lit hall, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating specks of dust drifting faintly through the air.
On the hall's 120-inch television, a reporter from the Manhattan News Channel was speaking:
"After nine months of construction, the He-El statue, standing 92 meters tall and weighing 1.35 million pounds, is nearing completion. The entire bronze statue uses 310 tons of steel as its framework, 160 tons of copper plates as its outer shell, and 700,000 rivets to secure it to its supports, for a total weight of 669 tons.
"The crowd at the site is immense, packed shoulder to shoulder, and the heat continues to rise. Yet despite the sheer number of people, everyone remains orderly. Vast numbers are still preparing to come here from all over the world to witness the historic completion of the He-El statue. Not for a single moment have we forgotten the peace He-El brought to humanity. He showed humanity the path forward. He was the pioneer of us lost lambs, a saint, a reborn god.
"He-El brought humanity..."
Tony Stark held his daughter close against his chest, one hand reaching toward the toaster on the bar counter just as it popped out two slices of bread. He took them in hand.
Hearing the television, he carried his daughter over to the sofa with a slice of bread between his teeth and looked at the tall, imposing He-El statue on the screen.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Sir, there is a delivery for Morgan Stark."
Tony Stark froze. Morgan Stark was his daughter's name, but few people knew it, and those who did had no reason to send a delivery.
Frowning in confusion, Tony Stark opened the door with Morgan Stark in his arms and signed for the package on