The world changed dramatically when Tony Stark revealed he was Iron Man. But everything shifted even more after the Battle of New York.
I'm Orry Stark, the son of Tony Stark and Mary Parker, and I'm also the older brother of Peter Parker. Peter tragically became the Lizard and died, leaving a huge hole in our lives. Ever since his death, the world has felt dark and hopeless. I can still remember the laughter we shared, and now it all feels so far away.
Sometimes I wonder what I could have done differently. I've always admired my father's brilliance, but I don't have that genius-level intellect. I'm just a history professor at a community college, trying to make sense of everything around me. I study the past, digging into stories and events, but I often feel powerless to change the future. The world seems to be spiraling out of control, and I wish I could do something to help.
One day, as I sat in my office lost in thought, an explosion suddenly rocked the college. The building shook, and I heard a loud crash. A newly awakened mutant had caused chaos, and part of the ceiling I had installed came crashing down on my head. Everything went dark, and for a moment, I felt weightless.
When I opened my eyes, I was staring at a strange screen that seemed to operate on its own. It was filled with random symbols and words, like something out of a fantasy novel. As I watched in disbelief, the screen began to choose a power for me. It settled on Harry Potter magic, with options for all kinds of spells, wandless magic, and ancient knowledge.