Chapter 1
Year 2029
Morgan Stark sat sadly looking at her mother's picture. Her mother had passed away, and now she was alone. It felt similar to when her father died, but the pain was even greater because she was truly alone now. Uncle Rhodey was in the hospital after a battle. She blamed the Avengers; they had always taken her family away. First, it was Captain America, Black Widow, and Ant-Man who were involved in her father's death. Now, it was the new Captain America, the Winter Soldier, and Ant-Man again; they had asked her mother for help in some multiversal war, and then that monster—the one the Avengers were fighting—killed her mother for supporting them. It was all their fault; she despised them.
Flashback - The day after the multiverse war
Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes walked up to the Stark cabin, knowing they had to tell a ten-year-old girl that her last biological relative, her mother, had died. They knocked on the door and heard light footsteps approaching quickly; the door then opened.
"Mommy? Um, you're Captain America. Mommy went with you. Where is she?" Morgan asked, her innocent eyes gleaming. Sam took a deep breath; he had never had to do something like this before. Normally, the Avengers dismissed casualties as necessary—more would die if they didn't intervene, as Steve had believed. The name Wanda brought pain; she had died wanting to protect her children. Sam felt for her; Wanda was family. The town she had taken over should have been grateful to have Wanda as a protector. But no, those selfish people couldn't see Wanda's point of view and pushed her out, turning her into the Scarlet Witch.
Sam sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, kid. Your mother isn't coming home. She did her job and helped us beat the villain, just like your dad. If you need anything, you can come to us," Sam said as Bucky nodded. It might have sounded like they didn't care and they did not. This was Stark's daughter; how many had Ultron or his weapons orphaned? It seemed karma had caught up to the Stark family.
"Mama's dead, like daddy," Morgan said, crying as she dropped to the floor. Happy Hogan rushed to the door as he heard Morgan's cries.
"Morgan, Morgan, what happened?" Happy asked as she clung to him. He then looked at Sam and Bucky.
"What did you do?!" Happy demanded angrily. He thought Sam Wilson was as bad as Steve Rogers. He knew about Siberia and how the man in front of him had caused his best friend, Tony Stark, to face a dangerous situation alone.
"Nothing, Happy... I just told her Pepper died," Sam said defensively.
"What! Pepper's dead? You promised it would be safe," Happy yelled as Morgan buried her head deeper into her uncle's chest, crying.
"We thought..."
"YOU THOUGHT?! JUST LIKE ROGERS. WHEN YOU GUYS THINK, PEOPLE DIE. THERE'S A REASON YOU'RE SOLDIERS; YOU SHOULD JUST FOLLOW ORDERS! GET OUT OF THIS CABIN NOW! AND CONSIDER THE AVENGERS CUT. WITH PEPPER GONE, I AM MORGAN'S POWER OF ATTORNEY UNTIL SHE'S OLD ENOUGH TO LEAD STARK INDUSTRIES," Happy yelled. Another one of Morgan's family members had died because of the failure of a group of heroes called the Avengers.
Sam looked shocked and angry about the loss of funding but sighed; he would talk to Happy later. He knew Happy was grieving; he was just blaming the wrong people.
Flashback - end
Morgan had tried to ask the Avengers to use time travel like Steve did to bring her daddy and mommy back, but even Happy said no, as did the others. They all agreed it was too dangerous. Sam even commented that nobody important had died to warrant using it, which made Morgan slap him in the face and go home. Happy looked angry when Sam said that. She despised them.
Morgan walked to her father’s lab.
"How can I help you, sis?" Friday asked in her usual melancholy state; ever since her father died, she had been this way. Morgan couldn't remember a time when Friday had been happy.
"Hey, Friday, can you bring up Daddy’s files on the time heist and how he made time travel work?" Morgan asked.
"Morgan, it's too dangerous..."
"No, Friday, it’s not. It's not fair. The killer fraud, Steve Rogers, gets to be happy after leading my dad to his death, and then his successor, that worthless Sam Wilson, gets Mommy killed. I hate them. I am alone because of them. All the Captain Americas are evil and selfish. I will go back in time, save Daddy, and warn him about the villains worse than Thanos and him. Will you help me, or will you oppose me?" Morgan said.
"I am with you, Morgan," Friday replied, unable to disagree with Morgan's view on Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers. They had always been a threat to her boss's health and were selfish. Sam Wilson had used his position as Captain America irresponsibly.
Friday proceeded to bring up all data on the time heist. Morgan, possessing the highest IQ in the world, even higher than Reed Richards’ 267—nearly double at 400—was not enhanced but had been specifically taught by Tony Stark during the five years he was alive. The training was followed through by Friday, who designed a learning course based on Morgan’s behavior, allowing her to efficiently learn everything available publicly and to the Avengers by age five. At the age of ten, Morgan knew everything from history to science to math and more—basically everything. Morgan kept herself low-key, as her mother had advised her to.
As Morgan read through Tony’s time travel research, she saw his research before Scott Lang came, before he knew that the quantum realm could be used for time travel. He had theorized the existence of tachyon particles—a hypothetical particle, well, not really hypothetical because Tony found they existed. These particles always traveled faster than light. How, if they could use these particles as fuel for a tachyon flight drive, would allow for faster-than-light travel. If they could supercharge these particles, they could hypothetically reach speeds faster than time. If these supercharged, faster-than-time particles could be used in a tachyon drive, they could move so fast, slipping out of the time stream and even the space-time continuum, which is always linear, moving forward. And then use a hypothetical space-time GPS to go to any location in any time. In other words, they could time travel, but he could never find a way to create the supercharged Tachyons.
"Friday, why couldn't Daddy create these supercharged Tachyons?" Morgan asked.
"Two reasons, Morgan. The first is the energy requirement, and the second is creating something that can supercharge the Tachyon to the level to allow it, and the ship using the tachyon drive to move faster, no, beyond time," Friday explained.
Morgan furrowed her brow, pondering what Friday had just told her. Energy requirements and the creation of a supercharger for tachyons—these were formidable challenges, but not impossible. Not for someone like her. She wasn’t just Tony Stark’s daughter; she was his legacy. She was determined to make this work.
"Friday, what about that element Daddy synthesized? Baddasium. He created it based on his dad's research on the Tesseract, right? What are its properties? Could it help us solve this problem?" Morgan inquired.
Friday paused for a moment as she accessed the relevant files. "Your father synthesized Baddasium, but he never had the time to fully explore its potential. He was too occupied with his responsibilities as Iron Man and his life with your mother. But from what I can analyze, Baddasium is unlike any other element. It’s essentially a synthetic Infinity Stone—an empty husk of the stones, if you will, but in metal form."
Morgan’s eyes widened in surprise. "A synthetic Infinity Stone? What do you mean?"
"Baddasium has the ability to store infinite amounts of energy and conduct it with 100% efficiency—no loss, no degradation, and no waste. It outclasses even the strongest materials like vibranium, uru, and adamantium in terms of strength. It’s an element designed specifically for energy manipulation."
Morgan’s mind raced. If Baddasium could store and conduct energy so perfectly, it could potentially be used as wiring in her tachyon drive, ensuring that it never ran out of power. And if it could also handle the enormous energy demands of a supercharger, then maybe—just maybe—she could achieve what her father couldn’t.
"Friday," she said slowly, as the pieces began to come together in her mind, "could we use Baddasium as the wiring for a time cruiser? It could make sure the ship never runs out of energy. And what if we also used it to power a supercharger for the tachyons? Would that work?"
Friday took a moment to run the calculations and simulations. After a few seconds, her voice returned, tinged with something Morgan had rarely heard from her—excitement.
"Yes, Morgan. It’s theoretically possible. Baddasium’s properties would indeed allow for the creation of a supercharger capable of accelerating tachyons to the necessary speeds for time travel. Using Baddasium as the wiring and power source for the cruiser would ensure it never runs out of energy, making it the perfect vessel for your mission." Morgan’s heart pounded in her chest. This was it. It was all coming together; now all they needed was to create a supercharger for the tachyons.
Morgan Stark took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her mission pressing down on her shoulders. The room was silent except for the soft hum of Friday's interface, displaying streams of data and holographic schematics. This was her secret project, hidden from everyone, especially Happy. She knew he would never allow her to undertake something this dangerous. But Morgan was determined—this was a task only she could accomplish.
"Alright, Friday," Morgan began, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her, "we need to generate a sustainable source of tachyon particles. A particle accelerator could work, but we need to modify it to handle tachyon generation and stabilization. Here's what I'm thinking:"
She activated a holographic blueprint, the intricate design of a particle accelerator shimmering in the air. "We'll repurpose the existing Stark Industries accelerator framework. Instead of protons or electrons, we'll be accelerating tachyons. But to do that, we need a new type of electromagnetic field configuration—something that can contain and guide particles that inherently move faster than light."
Friday's interface flickered as she processed the information. "Tachyon particles have imaginary mass and negative energy, making them inherently unstable. To stabilize them, we'll need a containment field that can handle their unique properties. I suggest we incorporate a tachyonic condensate chamber using Baddasium-infused superconductors. This should provide the necessary containment while minimizing energy loss."
Morgan nodded, her eyes never leaving the hologram. "Exactly. And for the supercharger, we'll need to amplify the tachyon flow exponentially. Using Baddasium's infinite energy conduction, we can create a resonant frequency generator that boosts the tachyons to the required velocity for time manipulation. Think of it as a transformer for tachyon particles, pushing them beyond their natural limits."
She tapped on the hologram, zooming into a specific section of the accelerator. "We'll need to integrate a dual-core Baddasium reactor system. One core will handle the primary energy input, and the second will manage the resonant frequency modulation. This setup will allow us to control the tachyon acceleration precisely, ensuring we don't overshoot and destabilize the entire system."
Friday's interface displayed a series of simulations, showing the proposed modifications in action. "The simulations indicate a 92% success rate for tachyon stabilization and a 78% efficiency in the supercharger's amplification process. With further adjustments, we can optimize these numbers."
Morgan's mind raced with the technical details, but her determination never wavered. She didn’t need to source Baddasium from anywhere—she knew exactly how to synthesize it, just as her father had taught her. Only the Stark family knew the secret, and they had kept it that way for good reason.
"Good. I'll synthesize the Baddasium myself," she said firmly. "We won't need to rely on external sources. This project stays between us, Friday. No one else can know about it."
Friday acknowledged the directive. "Understood, Morgan. I'll initiate the construction protocols and begin preparing the necessary components. Additionally, I recommend we implement a failsafe mechanism. Given the volatile nature of tachyon particles, we need an emergency shutdown sequence to prevent any catastrophic failures."
Morgan smiled, a rare glimmer of hope breaking through her hardened exterior. "Agreed. Safety first. Let's get to work, Friday. This is our chance to change everything."
Six Months Later
Stark Labs was a fortress of secrecy. Hidden beneath the surface of Stark Industries headquarters, it had been transformed into Morgan’s clandestine workshop. She worked tirelessly, day and night, with only Friday as her companion. There was no room for error, and no one could know what she was doing—not even Happy.
Morgan stood at the center of the main chamber, clad in a sleek, custom-designed suit that merged her father's legacy with her own innovations. The suit was embedded with Baddasium circuitry, allowing her to interface directly with the lab's systems and monitor every aspect of the accelerator's performance as well as have unlimited energy. She wasn’t Iron Man neither was she rescue she was her own person her suit used Tachyons to allow for super fast movements that would make the Hydra Terrorist Pietro Maximoff Jealous.
"Everything is in place," Friday's voice resonated in her earpiece. "All systems are operational. Tachyon generator is primed."
Morgan took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the heart of the accelerator—a massive circular structure lined with pulsating Baddasium conduits. "Initiate the tachyon flow. Let’s see if your simulations hold up in the real world."
She pressed a series of commands on her suit's interface, and the chamber buzzed with energy. The condensate chamber activated first, creating a stable environment for tachyon particles. Then, the resonant frequency modules began to hum, their vibrations resonating through the Baddasium wiring.
Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through the accelerator, the tachyon particles responding to the amplified frequencies. Morgan watched as the holographic displays showed tachyon velocities accelerating beyond light speed, their paths meticulously contained by the superconducting fields.
"Tachyon flow is increasing. Supercharger is responding as expected," Friday reported.
Morgan felt a surge of exhilaration. "Perfect. Now, initiate the containment protocol. We need to stabilize the particles before we can move on to the next phase."
The accelerator's containment fields shimmered, holding the tachyon particles in a delicate balance. Morgan's suit interfaced seamlessly with the system, adjusting parameters in real-time to maintain stability.
"Containment at 85%. Stabilizing..."
A moment of tense silence followed, broken only by the hum of the reactors. Then, the tachyon particles reached the desired velocity, their energies harmonizing with the Baddasium conduits.
"It's working," Morgan whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. "We've done it, Friday. We've created a stable flow of supercharged tachyons."
"Congratulations, Morgan. The next step is to integrate the tachyon drive into the time cruiser prototype. Are you ready to proceed?"
Morgan nodded, her determination unwavering. "Yes. Let's build the time cruiser and start the final tests. This is just the beginning."
The Assembly of the Time Cruiser
Morgan worked tirelessly, integrating the tachyon supercharger into the sleek, angular design of the time cruiser. Every component was crafted in secret, every blueprint meticulously hidden from prying eyes. The vessel was a masterpiece of engineering, combining advanced materials like Baddasium with cutting-edge Stark technology. Its core housed the dual Baddasium reactors, now seamlessly connected to the tachyon accelerator.
As the final components were installed, Morgan took a moment to reflect on her journey. The loss of her parents, the betrayal she felt from the Avengers, and the burning desire to change her fate had driven her to this point. Now, with the technology ready, she was on the brink of altering the very fabric of time.
"All systems are integrated," Friday announced. "The time cruiser is ready for initial launch sequence. However, we need to perform a full systems check to ensure there are no vulnerabilities."
Morgan approached the control console, her fingers flying over the holographic interface. "Run diagnostics on the tachyon drive, propulsion systems, and the time-space GPS. We can't afford any mistakes."
The diagnostics commenced, displaying streams of data as the systems were meticulously scanned. Morgan watched as each subsystem passed its test, her confidence growing with each successful check.
"Diagnostics complete. All systems are functioning within optimal parameters," Friday confirmed.
Morgan exhaled deeply, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. "Alright, Friday. Initiate the launch sequence. Let's see if our work holds up in the real world."
The time cruiser’s engines roared to life, the Baddasium reactors glowing with an intense energy. The tachyon supercharger hummed, drawing in tachyon particles and accelerating them to unprecedented speeds. The vessel began to levitate, its thrusters igniting with a blue-white light.
"Engaging propulsion," Morgan commanded.
The time cruiser surged forward, breaking through the Earth’s atmosphere with ease. Inside, Morgan felt the exhilarating rush of energy as the tachyon drive pushed the vessel beyond the confines of normal space-time. The holographic time-space GPS activated, displaying potential temporal coordinates.
"We are now exiting the current time stream. Please confirm the target temporal coordinates," Friday's voice guided her.
“After Daddy first became Iron man if we are gonna change the past. We are gonna do this right.”
Morgan tapped the coordinates into the time-space GPS, setting their destination to a pivotal moment in her father's life. As she did, her mind raced with the implications of what she was about to attempt. She was on the verge of rewriting history, potentially altering her family's destiny and the course of the world.
"Temporal coordinates set," Friday confirmed, the digital display flickering with quantum calculations. "Preparing to engage the tachyon drive at full capacity."
"Proceed," Morgan instructed, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She was clad in her custom suit, designed to interface directly with the time cruiser's systems, and felt every vibration and pulse of energy as if it were an extension of her own body.
The time cruiser's interior was bathed in a soft, pulsating glow as the Baddasium reactors ramped up, fueling the tachyon supercharger. The air was charged with a palpable tension, the anticipation of the unknown.
"Engaging tachyon drive in three... two... one..." Friday counted down.
A brilliant flash enveloped the cruiser, the familiar confines of the laboratory vanishing as they slipped into the tachyon stream. Outside, the fabric of space-time warped and twisted, a tunnel of swirling energies and colors surrounding the vessel.
Morgan watched in awe as the temporal flux stabilized, the cruiser sailing smoothly through the tachyon stream. Her father's theories and her own enhancements to the time travel technology were proving successful. She was actually traveling back in time, about to meet Tony Stark before he became Iron Man.
"Approaching target temporal event," Friday announced. "Reducing speed and preparing to exit the tachyon stream."
The swirling colors began to fade, giving way to the clearer view of the world as it had been years ago. The cruiser slowed, the sensation of deceleration palpable.
"Exiting tachyon stream now," Friday stated.
The time cruiser emerged into the past, the skies clear and the world unsuspecting below. Morgan peered out, her eyes scanning the horizon for the familiar landmarks of her father's old world.
"We have arrived," Friday confirmed. "The date is March 21, 2008. The location: Afghanistan, approximately thirty kilometers from the site where Tony Stark's convoy was ambushed."
Morgan's heart skipped a beat. This was it. She was here to save her father from the ordeal that would turn him into Iron Man, potentially changing everything she knew about her life and the world.
"Prepare for landing," Morgan commanded, her voice echoing in the quiet of the cruiser. "We need to find Dad before the convoy sets out."
The cruiser descended quietly, utilizing advanced stealth technology to avoid detection. It touched down in a secluded area, the landscape rugged and desolate.
Morgan suited up, her armor integrating seamlessly with the cruiser's systems. She stepped out onto the dusty terrain, the weight of her mission pressing down on her.
"Stay on alert, Friday," she said, checking her equipment one last time. "I'll need real-time updates and back-up plans ready."
"Understood, Morgan. I'm with you every step of the way," Friday responded.
Morgan set out, her steps determined. She had a short window to intercept her father and alter the course of events that led to him becoming Iron Man. Each moment was precious, and she was ready to change history—to save her family and perhaps the world if she can stop Thanos. If not she will protect her daddy at least.