"Bzz—boom!"
Amid a dull sonic boom, a dazzling streak of red and gold descended from the sky and crashed heavily into the plaza before the psychiatric hospital.
The MK-43 armor slowly straightened, a flash glinting across its golden faceplate.
"I'm ready, kid."
Tony Stark's voice came through the armor's built-in speakers as his tactical visor rapidly scanned and locked onto the hospital entrance.
"So, what do you need me to do now? Fire a missile at the hospital doors? Relax, Captain, I'm joking." He glanced at the tense-faced Steve beside him and teased, "Go on, what exactly is going on here?"
Miles ignored his joke and merely looked up at the metal plaque.
"Moira MacTaggert Psychiatric Hospital. I remember this place well." Miles looked grave. "A very terrifying person was once held here."
"What kind of monster?" Tony asked curiously. "This is the first time I've heard you speak in that tone."
"David Haller, a Mutant capable of twisting reality through sheer will." Miles said, "Every aspect of reality and every rule in the world we live in was nothing more than a toy he could manipulate at will."
"...What kind of power is that? Reality Distortion?" Tony asked incredulously. "Are you sure you're describing a Mutant and not a god?"
"In a sense, his powers could indeed be called godlike." Miles continued, "But strangely, as far as I know, he should already be dead. So there may be something else hidden here, but it must be connected to him in one way or another."
"You mean David? David Haller?"
Hank's voice suddenly came through the comm channel. "Miles, can you confirm he's there?!"
"I once encountered his consciousness on the Astral Plane, but he was already dead at the time. He told me his body had fallen into the