"Who!?"
Blink jolted in alarm.
She spun around quickly, scanning every inch of the space, hoping to locate the source of the voice. But the interior of the car was small — no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't see anyone.
(Don't bother looking.)
The voice came again. This time, Blink noticed something odd.
(My physical body isn't here. You won't find me.)
Unlike a normal voice, this one sounded more like a synthetic AI — flat, emotionless, like a soulless whisper echoing in the silence. It sent chills down her spine.
Realizing this wasn't a psychic projection echoing inside her mind, Blink exhaled softly in relief — then immediately prepared to open a portal and escape at a moment's notice.
"Who are you? What did you do to Logan?" she demanded.
The mechanical voice answered calmly: (I didn't do anything to him. What he's experiencing now is a condition that can't be explained by conventional science. But I understand now… In this universe, the most unique existence isn't a cosmic entity or a god — it's him. Logan… the Wolverine.)
Blink frowned. The voice sounded like it was answering her, but nothing it said made sense to her at all.
After a moment's pause, she tried again: "What do you mean by 'unique existence'? What happened to this universe? And you still haven't answered me — who the hell are you?"
(Me?)
Now, for the first time, the voice carried a hint of emotion.
(I'm just a ghost wandering between the cracks of reality. No one remembers me… and no one ever will.)
"…Hank."
Suddenly, James — Logan — opened his eyes.
He slowly raised his head, soaked in cold sweat, his gaze vacant as he looked around the space. His voice trembled as he spoke: "…Is… is that you, Hank?"
(You remembered!)
The mechanical voice now sounded unmistakably excited.
Blink followed the voice — and gasped.
On the headrest of the driver's seat, a tiny ant was frantically waving its limbs in excitement.
Blink couldn't tell what species it was, but it was clearly no ordinary insect — mounted on its back was a miniature, intricate device. The voice had been coming from that device.
"What the hell—? You're an ant!?" Blink exclaimed, wide-eyed.
(Am I an ant? No… well, yes, but not exactly. To put it scientifically, I'm currently quantum-entangled with this ant. You could say… our souls have swapped places.)
The little ant was doing its best to explain, but unfortunately, the two people in front of it — Blink and Logan — weren't exactly quantum physicists. To them, the explanation may as well have been ancient alien runes.
It made no sense at all.
James shook his head hard, frowning at the ant in front of him. His expression was twisted with confusion and unease.
"You… you're Hank Pym?"
(It's me, Logan. I'm glad you finally remembered.)
"No, I didn't remember anything," James muttered, his voice strained. "I just… recognized something in your voice. No—your tone. Actually, I don't know what happened. The name Hank Pym just popped into my mouth. What the hell is going on?"
James tried to recall more, to piece the memory together — but the moment he stirred his thoughts, an explosive pain detonated in his skull. He groaned in agony, clutching his head as if it might split open.
"Logan!" Blink rushed to his side, grabbing his arm to steady him.
The mechanical voice spoke again, this time more urgent.
(Don't panic, Logan. Stay calm. You're currently in a state of wave-particle duality. You're being affected by quantum field interference and diffraction. In this phase, even your thoughts can influence the waveform of quantum particles. Your healing factor might fix your physical injuries, but in your current state, I strongly advise against any sudden mental or emotional fluctuations.)
Blink looked like her head was spinning. She anxiously tried to soothe James, but then turned sharply toward the ant, frustration in her voice.
"Stop with the quantum mumbo jumbo! Just tell me what's going on! Why the hell is James in this… whatever-the-hell state you're talking about?"
The ant was silent for a moment. Then it spoke, slowly and deliberately.
(To be honest… that's exactly what I've been trying to figure out myself. It's a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?)
Blink glanced down at James, who had passed out from the pain, and rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Seriously? You think I've got something better to do right now?"
Pym wasn't surprised by her response. The ant twitched its antennae, then scurried to the edge of the seat, closer to Blink, and began to tell its story.
(During World War II, I was a scientist assigned to a special branch of the Super Soldier Program. While others were focused on serum and physical enhancement, I was researching a new kind of particle — one that could interact directly with the human body. My specialty was quantum mechanics. I even turned down an invitation from Howard Stark so I could pursue this particle research on my own.)
(But one day, my lab was sabotaged — enemy agents broke in. All the guards outside were killed. I knew I couldn't let my research fall into the wrong hands, so I torched the whole lab. What I didn't expect… was that in the chaos, I accidentally triggered the unstable quantum particles — and they affected me directly. I began to shrink… endlessly.)
(This wasn't the kind of shrinking I could reverse. My research wasn't finished, I had no idea how unstable or dangerous these particles really were. I eventually blacked out. But in that lost time… I saw things — incredible things — that no human was ever meant to witness.)
"Incredible things..." Blink knew this was where things were about to get serious.
(That attack never should've happened. The sabotage of the Super Soldier Program? That wasn't supposed to occur either. This isn't the original timeline. Someone — or some group — has been altering and corrupting our history.)
(I saw the birth of Captain America. I saw Wolverine — Logan — fighting alongside him. I saw myself arguing with Howard Stark. I saw... my daughter.)
(That was the true history of this universe. That's how things were supposed to unfold. But someone has broken it.)
(The formation of the Avengers was inevitable. But now... that reality has been erased.)
(I know you're not from this universe. Your biological signature is different. But I can also tell you're not one of them. You don't carry their scent. That's why I'm willing to share this with you. Don't ask me who they are — even I don't know.)
Blink listened in silence, processing everything. A chill of unease crept through her — a fear of the unknown that she couldn't shake.
Once Hank Pym's voice faded, Blink asked quietly, "Then what about you? Why are you… inside an ant?"
(I'm not — or rather, not exactly. Think of it like a possession, but it's more complex. When I opened my eyes again… I was in a place beyond comprehension: the Quantum Realm.)
The ant lifted its forelegs, clearly animated and agitated.
(It wasn't the endless darkness I expected — it was light, swirling with impossible colors and radiant patterns. The place was saturated with a strange energy. I wanted to study it, but I had no tools.)
(Whatever it was, that energy began reshaping me on a molecular level. I don't know how long I drifted in that realm. Time didn't behave normally. My mind frayed — I'd sleep for what felt like centuries. I didn't feel hunger or fear… I was just a ghost, wandering.)
(Every time I lost consciousness, I dreamed. In the dreams, I was part of the Avengers — sometimes, part of the villains. I couldn't tell what was real. Maybe it was all real.)
(And in my final dream… I saw a man. An Asian man. He held a gem, pulsing with green light. He told me he was looking for the true hand behind all this. But whoever it was… he couldn't beat them. He was already dying, trapped in the Realm. Still, he believed there was hope.)
"An Asian man?" Blink stiffened, a name already forming in her mind. She asked quickly, "Was he wearing a black trench coat? Did he give a name or codename?"
The ant shook its head.
(No… he wore a traditional white Chinese robe. His beard was long — he looked to be at least ninety years old.)
Blink let out a slow breath. For a second, she'd assumed it was Alex — the one who called himself Crow Sorcerer — but this didn't fit.
(He called himself 'The Ancient One.' A sorcerer of immense power. He said he'd sensed the timeline fracturing long ago, but even he couldn't fix it. Still… he found something.)
(He discovered the beginning of it all.)
At that, the ant's gaze turned sharply toward James.
(Everything — every deviation, every ripple — starts with him… Wolverine. Logan.)
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