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He saw.

Ian's gaze passed over the traffic and locked onto Stark Tower, that symbol of technology and glory. The huge letters spelling "STARK" gleamed in the afternoon sun.

Everything matched what he had expected of this "normal" Marvel Universe.

However, when he sent his super vision through those iconic curved floor-to-ceiling windows and swept over the spacious, futuristic office and living area on the top floor—

The scene Ian had imagined did not appear.

There was no Tony Stark with his trademark cynical smile, no man weaving through guests with a wineglass in hand, and no busy, capable outline of Pepper Potts.

Nor was there Happy Hogan's honest, stalwart guard posture.

The one occupying the main office on the top floor was an unusually burly man with a bald head, a thick beard, and an expensive suit whose style looked slightly rough around the edges.

He was sitting in the seat that should have belonged to Tony Stark, loudly saying something to several suited executives standing before him with reverent expressions. His gestures were forceful, his voice booming.

He carried an unquestionable dominance.

"You are absolutely not allowed to do this!"

It was Obadiah Stane.

A veteran of Stark Industries, Tony Stark's uncle, and in the original plot of "Iron Man 1," the ambitious villain who ultimately put on the Iron Monger armor, tried to seize control of the company, and attempted to kill Tony. And now, on the top floor of Stark Tower in this universe, Obadiah Stane was clearly the master of this place.

The room's decor had also become heavier and more aggressive. It lacked Tony's avant-garde fusion of technology and art, and instead had more of a classical luxury and a flaunting of power. The holographic screens on the walls displayed Stark Industries' military orders