After wandering the streets for a while, Wanda grew bored.
Her mind could sweep across all of Blue Star in an instant. The planet held no secrets from her.
It was 2040 on Blue Star, yet its technology was still underdeveloped. They had not even invented antigravity systems, and the population structure was wildly unbalanced.
White societies, despite their higher level of social development, were gradually being displaced by Black people.
One place known as the Rooster of Gaul had even become the Black Rooster of Gaul.
White people made up only thirty percent of its population.
Some Black people had begun chanting that Napoleon was actually Black and demanding that white people leave.
The same trend had spread across Europe.
Compared with those European countries, the United States, where she now stood, was doing somewhat better.
The proportion of Black people kept rising, but through the efforts of white police officers, their numbers had remained under control.
The only truly stable region was the territory controlled by the Eastern Great Power.
It had generously taken in some Black people, but public order there was so strict that many could not stand it and left of their own accord.
Wanda was considering whether to conquer Blue Star first when a man suddenly came up beside her.
"Hey, beautiful. Have we met before?"
Wanda gave the aging Iron Man and his roguish grin an amused smile.
"Don't you recognize me?"
The man before her was Iron Man, Tony Stark.
But this Iron Man had grown old, with graying hair, sagging skin, and dull eyes.
He looked nothing like the spirited man she had known, or the one who had sacrificed himself for the universe.
Iron Man pretended to remember. "Oh, right. I think we met a little while ago."
With that,