Ethan Whitethorn's life ended as suddenly as it began. One moment, he was crossing the street, headphones in, lost in the rhythm of his favorite song. The next, everything went dark.
But death wasn't the end. Instead, Ethan found himself in a place beyond comprehension—a realm of swirling lights and infinite calm. Before him stood a figure radiating warmth and power: God.
"Welcome, Ethan," the being spoke, voice echoing with kindness and authority. "Your time in your world has ended, but I offer you a new beginning."
Ethan blinked, trying to process what was happening. "A new beginning? Where?"
God gestured, and suddenly, visions appeared all around Ethan—worlds he'd only seen in comics, anime, and dreams. He saw the bustling cities of the Marvel Universe, the heroic figures of DC, the shinobi villages of Naruto, the fierce warriors of Dragon Ball, and even a glimpse of his old world.
"You may choose where you wish to be reborn: Marvel, DC, Naruto, Dragon Ball, or even your old world," God said gently.
Ethan hesitated, memories of his old life flooding back. He remembered being 4'11", always the shortest in his class. He remembered the bullying, the laughter, the feeling of being overlooked. Yet, despite it all, he'd tried to be kind, to help others, to be a good person.
God's eyes softened. "You were a good soul, Ethan. Even when others were cruel, you showed compassion and strength. That is why you are here, and why I will allow you to customize your new life—your height, your looks, your hair, even your lineage."
Ethan's eyes widened. "Really? I… I always wanted to be taller. I don't want to go through that again."
God smiled. "Then choose. How tall would you like to be?"
Ethan thought for a moment. "6'4". And… could I look like Henry Cavill? Muscles and all, like in the Justice League movie?"
God chuckled. "As you wish. Now, choose your world."
Ethan looked at the swirling visions and pointed to the Marvel Universe. "Marvel. I want to be reborn there."
God nodded. "Very well. You have two wishes before you go."
Ethan considered carefully. "First, I wish to be born into a wealthy family."
God's expression turned somber. "Granted, but be aware: your family will be taken from you. That is for you to discover."
Ethan's heart clenched, but he nodded. "I understand. My second wish is to remember everything from my old world."
"Granted. You will awaken in your new life at age 18, in New York City.
=
Ethan opened his eyes to the soft light of a hospital room. He felt different—taller, stronger, his body unfamiliar yet powerful. Sitting beside him was an older man in a crisp suit.
"Master Ethan," the man said gently, "I am Sam, your butler and legal guardian. You've been in a coma since… since your family was taken from us. I'm so sorry. The doctors said you might not wake up,."
Ethan's memories—both old and new—swirled in his mind. He realized the original Ethan had passed, and now he, with all his memories and new attributes, had taken his place.
Sam continued, "You're safe now, and I'll help you with anything you need. Welcome back, Master Whitethorn."
=
Ethan spent the first few days after waking up quietly observing the world around him. The news was filled with stories of the recent alien invasion—Loki's attack on New York. Footage of the Avengers battling in the streets played on every channel, and Stark Tower's damaged "A" was now a city landmark.
It didn't take long for Ethan to realize he was in the movie version of the Marvel Universe, and the timeline was just after the events of the first Avengers film. He pieced together the details through television, newspapers, and overheard conversations. The world was still reeling from the attack, and superheroes were now household names. Ethan felt a mix of awe and anxiety—he knew what was coming next in this universe, and it was both exciting and terrifying.
One morning, Sam entered Ethan's room carrying a stack of documents. "Master Ethan, there are some legal matters that require your attention. With your parents gone, all their properties and shares in White Corp must be transferred to you."
Ethan nodded, signing the papers where Sam indicated. When they finished, Sam handed him a summary sheet. "You now hold ninety percent of the company's shares. The rest are divided among a few board members and long-time partners."
Ethan glanced at the numbers, surprised by the sheer scale of his inheritance. "What exactly does White Corp do?" he asked. Sam straightened, his tone becoming more formal. "White Corp is a multinational conglomerate, on par with Oscorp and Stark Industries. We have divisions in real estate, technology, car manufacturing, and military contracts.
Until recently, we partnered with Stark Industries for advanced armor and weapons development. Since Mr. Stark stepped away from weapons, those contracts are now solely with us. However, since your parents' deaths nearly seven months ago, the company has struggled. Profits are down, and several projects have stalled."
Ethan absorbed the information, his mind already racing with possibilities. "How much money do we have to spare?" he asked.
Sam handed him a detailed financial report. "Our main source of income is the technology sector. While other divisions are stable, it's our tech innovations that keep us afloat. But without strong leadership, even that is at risk."
Ethan studied the documents, noting the company's assets, ongoing projects, and cash reserves. He realized that, despite the recent setbacks, White Corp still had enormous potential. "Sam, I want everything you have on the company—history, current projects, financials, everything." Sam nodded. "I'll have it all delivered to your study." Left alone, Ethan pored over the files. White Corp's reach was vast: real estate holdings across the globe, cutting-edge technology patents, a respected car manufacturing arm, and lucrative military contracts. The partnership with Stark Industries had given them a technological edge, and now, with those contracts fully under White Corp's control, the company's future rested in his hands. Ethan leaned back, determination settling in. He had a plan forming—a way to restore his family's legacy and maybe, just maybe, make a difference in this extraordinary world.
=
Ethan stood in the grand meeting room of the Whitethorn estate's White Corp headquarters, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, casting shifting patterns across the polished floor. The room was sleek and modern, with a long, gleaming table stretching down the center, surrounded by high-backed chairs. The glass walls offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, making the space feel open and filled with possibility. Stacks of reports and blueprints covered the table, but Ethan's mind was already racing ahead.
He pressed the intercom button. "Sam, please call all the company heads to the main meeting room. I want everyone present—no exceptions."
"Yes, Master Ethan. Right away," Sam replied, his voice steady and reassuring.
Within the hour, the heads of White Corp's divisions—real estate, car manufacturing, military contracts, and, most importantly, technology—filed into the glass-walled meeting room. The board members took their seats, some curious, others wary. At the far end sat Mr. Harold Grayson, a senior board member known for his conservative views and sharp tongue.
Ethan entered, the cityscape behind him, commanding attention. He looked each leader in the eye before speaking.
"Thank you all for coming on short notice," Ethan began. "I know the company has faced challenges since my parents' passing. But I believe White Corp's future is brighter than ever—if we're willing to adapt."
He tapped the screen at the end of the table, displaying charts and projections on a glass panel. "Our technology sector, particularly artificial intelligence, could be our greatest asset. I propose we double down on AI innovation—invest in automation and green tech. We'll modernize every division, streamline operations, and form new partnerships. This is how we reclaim our place at the top."
A murmur rippled through the room. Some nodded, intrigued. Others exchanged uncertain glances, their reflections visible in the glass walls.
Suddenly, Harold Grayson slammed his hand on the table. "This is madness!" he barked, his voice echoing off the glass. "You're gambling the company's future on unproven ideas and risky technologies. We've survived by being cautious, not reckless. If you go through with this, Ethan, you'll be the end of White Corp!"
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to Ethan, waiting for his response.
Ethan met Harold's glare with calm determination. "I understand your concerns, Mr. Grayson. But the world is changing, and so must we. I'd rather risk bold progress than fade into irrelevance. I'm not asking for blind faith—just a chance to prove that AI-driven innovation is our path forward."
The tension hung in the air, the company's fate balanced on the edge of a new beginning, the city stretching out beyond the glass.=
As the tension in the meeting room lingered, Ethan took a steady breath and tapped the screen again. A new slide appeared, displaying the word: Project Beyond.
"I want to show you all something," Ethan said, his voice calm but filled with conviction. "Our future isn't just about catching up—it's about leaping ahead. That's why I'm proposing Project Beyond: an initiative to develop the most advanced artificial intelligence the world has ever seen."
Ms. Patel leaned forward, curiosity shining in her eyes. "What exactly would this AI do?"
Ethan smiled. "Everything we don't want to do. Scheduling meetings, handling reports, managing communications, optimizing workflows—Beyond's AI, which I'm calling Rex, will take care of all the tedious, repetitive tasks that slow us down. But it won't just follow orders—it will anticipate needs, solve problems, and make sure nothing falls through the cracks. Rex will be the ultimate assistant, working tirelessly and without question."
Mr. Chen looked skeptical. "You think every business will want this?"
Ethan nodded. "Absolutely. Imagine an AI that can handle the day-to-day grind for any company, making everything run smoother and more efficiently. Beyond will be the next big thing—something every business in the world will want. With Rex at its core, we'll set a new standard for productivity and innovation."
Harold Grayson frowned. "And how is this different from what Stark had with JARVIS?"
Ethan's expression grew serious. "Rex isn't just another digital butler. It's not about flashy tech or superhero antics. Rex will be the backbone of White Corp.
The boardroom was silent, the city lights glinting off the glass walls as Ethan's vision for the future took shape.
=
The boardroom was quiet for a moment, then Ms. Patel broke the silence. "I support your vision, Ethan. If you believe in this, I trust you'll put your all into it."
Mr. Chen nodded. "You have my support as well. Let's see what Beyond can do."
One by one, the other division heads voiced their agreement. Even Harold Grayson, though still wary, gave a reluctant nod. "Just don't let us down, Ethan."
Ethan smiled, gratitude and determination shining in his eyes. "Thank you. I won't."
After the meeting, Ethan made his way to his private office—perched on the 100th floor, high above the city. The space was sleek and modern, with a wall of windows offering a breathtaking view of the skyline. He sat in his leather chair and tapped a hidden button on his desk. Instantly, a holographic computer interface shimmered to life, filling the air with soft blue light.
"Welcome, Ethan Whitethorn," the computer intoned. "You now have access to all files."
Ethan reached out and tapped a folder icon. The hologram shifted, transporting him to a virtual page filled with his parents' secret projects—work they'd kept hidden from the board and the world.
He scanned the files, eyes widening as he realized the scope of their research. There were blueprints and notes for a super soldier serum, formulas for a potential cure for cancer, and a project labeled "Quantum Gateway"—a device that could theoretically open portals to other dimensions. Another folder contained plans for a nanotech medical suite, capable of healing injuries in seconds, and a prototype for a clean energy reactor that could power an entire city.
As Ethan scrolled through the files, his hand brushed against a seam on his leather chair. Suddenly, with a soft hiss, a set of double doors swung open, seamlessly blending into the office's wall.
Curious, Ethan stood and stepped through the doors. He found himself in a secret room hidden within his office. The space was a high-tech workshop, every surface gleaming with advanced technology. Workbenches lined the walls, stocked with tools and materials. Robotic arms hung from the ceiling, ready to assist. In the center stood a massive monitor, waiting for input.
=
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of destiny settle on his shoulders. "Computer, display all files related to Project Beyond and Rex," he commanded.
Instantly, the monitor filled with schematics, code fragments, and research notes—some his own, some left behind by the previous Ethan. He marveled at the complexity and brilliance of the work. The original Ethan Whitethorn had been a genius, his mind rivaling even Tony Stark's. Now, with two lifetimes of knowledge, Ethan felt unstoppable.
He set to work, fingers flying across the holographic keyboard. He refined Rex's core protocols, ensuring the AI would be fiercely loyal to him and Sam, and that its true capabilities would remain hidden from everyone else. Rex would be more than just an assistant—it would be a guardian, a strategist, and a silent partner in every decision.
Hours passed in a blur. Ethan lost himself in the flow of creation, drawing on his parents' research for inspiration. He integrated elements from the nanotech medical suite, giving Rex the ability to monitor health and deploy emergency medical drones if needed. He linked the AI to the building's security systems, granting it control over every camera, lock, and alarm. He even found a way to connect Rex to the Quantum Gateway project, allowing it to detect anomalies in space and time.
As dawn approached, Ethan leaned back, exhausted but exhilarated. The first version of Rex was ready.
He pressed a final key. The monitor flickered, and a calm, confident voice filled the room. "Good morning, Ethan. I am Rex. How may I serve you?"
Ethan smiled. "Welcome to the world, Rex."
Rex's avatar—a sleek, shifting geometric shape—appeared on the screen. "All systems are operational. I am ready to assist with Project Beyond and any other tasks you require."
Ethan's mind raced with possibilities. With Rex at his side, there was nothing he couldn't accomplish. But he knew he had to be careful. The world wasn't ready for an AI like this—not yet.
He stood and stretched, glancing at the folders containing his parents' secret projects. There was so much more to uncover: the super soldier serum, the cancer cure, and the Quantum Gateway. Each one had the potential to change the world—or destroy it.
After working tirelessly for ten hours, he noticed it was now 12 AM. Exhausted, he decided to start with a simpler version of the project. As he sat down to begin, sleep overtook him, and he drifted off, leaving the mysteries of the projects for another day.
=
The sun was barely up when Ethan returned to his office, a mug of coffee in hand and anticipation buzzing in his veins. The city below was waking, but up here—on the 100th floor—he felt like he was already living in the future.
"Rex, status report," Ethan said, settling into his chair.
The AI's avatar shimmered to life on the monitor. "All systems are functioning within optimal parameters. I have completed integration with White Corp's internal networks and security systems. Would you like to begin the first operational test?"
Ethan grinned. "Let's see what you can do. Start by analyzing today's schedule and optimizing my meetings."
"Understood." Rex's voice was calm and efficient. "I have rescheduled three non-essential meetings, delegated routine tasks to appropriate department heads, and prioritized a strategy session with Ms. Patel and Mr. Chen regarding Project Beyond. Would you like me to prepare briefing materials?"
"Perfect. Yes, and send Sam a summary as well."
As Rex worked, Ethan marveled at the AI's speed and precision. It was like having a dozen assistants—except Rex never made mistakes, never forgot, and never questioned his orders.
A soft chime sounded. "Ethan, there is an urgent message from the White Corp cybersecurity team. They have detected a breach attempt on our research servers."
Ethan's eyes narrowed. "Can you trace it?"
"Already in progress. The intrusion originated from an external network associated with Oscorp. I have isolated the affected servers and deployed countermeasures. No data has been compromised."
Ethan felt a surge of pride—and relief. "Good work, Rex. Keep monitoring for any further attempts. And flag anything suspicious directly to me and Sam."
"Of course, Ethan. I exist to protect you and your interests."
Ethan leaned back, letting the reality sink in. With Rex, White Corp was no longer vulnerable. For the first time since waking in this world, he felt truly in control.
He glanced at the folders on his holographic desktop—his parents' secret projects, still waiting to be explored. The super soldier serum, the cancer cure, the Quantum Gateway… Each one was a potential revolution, or a disaster in the wrong hands.
But for now, Ethan had proven that Project Beyond—and Rex—were more than just ideas. They were the future.
He smiled, already planning his next move.
=
Ethan sat in his office, the city stretching out beneath him, the morning sun glinting off the glass towers. The adrenaline from the cyberattack had faded, replaced by a restless curiosity. He turned to the holographic folders—each one a legacy, a mystery, and a potential game-changer.
"Rex, open the file labeled 'Cancer Cure,'" Ethan commanded.
The monitor filled with research data, nanotech schematics, and encrypted notes. Ethan's eyes widened as he read through the breakthroughs his parents had made: nanotechnology programmed to seek and destroy cancer cells, leaving healthy tissue untouched. Clinical trials in the notes showed miraculous recoveries, but also hinted at side effects—immune overreactions, unpredictable cell growth, and the need for precise calibration.
Ethan's heart pounded. "If we perfect this, we could save millions."
Rex's avatar pulsed. "The potential impact is unprecedented. However, risks remain: immune system complications, possible misuse, and the threat of corporate or governmental interference. Recommend further research and strict confidentiality."
Ethan nodded. "Lock this file. Only you, Sam, and I can access it."
"Confirmed."
He glanced at the other folders—Quantum Gateway, nanotech medical suite, clean energy reactor—but his mind kept returning to the cancer cure. The promise of hope, the chance to change the world for the better, was almost overwhelming.
A soft knock sounded at the door. Sam entered, carrying a tray of breakfast and a tablet. "You look troubled, Master Ethan."
Ethan managed a smile. "Just… realizing how much my parents were hiding. Their work on the cancer cure is incredible, Sam. If we get this right, it could change everything."
Sam set the tray down. "They trusted you with their legacy. And you're not alone. You have Rex—and me."
Ethan nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. "Thanks, Sam. I'll need both of you."
Suddenly, Rex's voice interrupted. "Ethan, I have detected unusual activity in the building's lower levels. Security cameras show unauthorized personnel attempting to access the research archives."
Ethan's eyes narrowed. "Who are they?"
"Unknown. They are using advanced cloaking technology. I am locking down the archives and alerting security."
Ethan stood, determination hardening his features. "Sam, stay here. Rex, guide me to the intruders."
As Ethan strode toward the secret elevator, adrenaline coursed through his veins. The world was already coming for his family's secrets. But he was ready—and he wasn't alone.
Just as he reached for the elevator controls, his phone vibrated with a new notification. He glanced down to see an email, marked with no sender and no subject. Rex immediately scanned for a source, but the address was masked behind layers of encryption even the AI couldn't penetrate.
Ethan opened the message. The text was chillingly simple:
We see everything you do, Ethan Whitethorn. Remember what happened to your parents. Step out of line, and you'll join them. This is your only warning.
For a moment, the world seemed to go silent. Ethan's jaw tightened, but his resolve only grew stronger. He looked up at the city beyond the glass, determination burning in his eyes.
"Rex, archive this message and keep searching for a trace. No one threatens me in my own house."
He stepped into the elevator, ready to face whatever shadows lurked below—knowing now, more than ever, that the stakes had never been higher.
=
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, depositing Ethan into a corridor lined with polished steel and subtle lighting. Rex guided him through the security checkpoints, each one confirming his identity with a quiet beep. The threat from the mysterious email echoed in his mind, sharpening his senses.
"Rex, status on the intruders?" Ethan whispered.
"They've retreated. Security teams are sweeping the area, but I am still monitoring for any sign of their return," Rex replied.
Ethan nodded, but the unease lingered. Whoever had sent that message knew too much—and had already proven they could bypass even his most advanced defenses. He couldn't shake the image of his parents, their secrets, and their fate. Was he next?
He returned to his office, the city's lights now flickering in the dusk. Sam met him at the door, concern etched on his face. "All clear, Master Ethan?"
"For now," Ethan said, forcing a reassuring smile. "But I don't think this is over."
He sat at his desk, staring at the holographic folders. The cancer cure was a miracle waiting to happen, but it was also a target. And now, so was he.
Ethan's thoughts drifted to the other research his parents had left behind—projects that could change not just the world, but himself. He remembered the files on advanced nanotech, gene therapy, and even experimental enhancements. He'd always wanted to make a difference from behind the scenes, but the threat made one thing clear: he needed to be able to protect himself.
"Rex, pull up all files related to personal enhancement—nanotech, gene editing, anything that could give me an edge," Ethan said quietly.
Rex's avatar shimmered. "Displaying all relevant research. Warning: these procedures are experimental and carry significant risks."
Ethan studied the data, weighing the dangers against the reality of his situation. If he was going to lead White Corp, protect his parents' legacy, and survive in a world filled with superhumans and shadowy threats, he couldn't afford to be ordinary.
He leaned back, lost in thought. "Rex, we need to do more than just react. I want you to start designing a new security system—one that doesn't just defend, but predicts. I want an algorithm that can analyze behavior, communications, and access patterns to flag anyone with bad intentions before they act. Like the Helicarrier project in Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but smarter and under my control."
"Understood, Ethan. I will begin compiling data and developing predictive protocols," Rex replied.
Ethan's gaze drifted to another folder labeled "Cloning Field." His parents' notes described breakthroughs in cellular replication and memory transfer. The possibilities were staggering. What if he could create a clone—one enhanced with superhuman abilities, a perfect backup or even a secret weapon?
He imagined a version of himself, stronger, faster, and nearly indestructible, ready to step in if he ever fell. It was a dangerous idea, but in this world, maybe necessary.
Ethan closed his eyes, feeling the weight of every decision. The city glowed beneath him, and somewhere in the darkness, enemies watched and waited. He knew he had to act—before they did.
Three months passed in a blur of innovation and relentless work. Under Ethan's leadership, White Corp had transformed. Security was tighter than ever, with Rex's predictive algorithms quietly monitoring every corner of the company. The cancer cure project advanced in secret, and Ethan's research into personal enhancement and cloning continued behind closed doors.
But today was about something else—a new era for White Corp, and a chance to show the world what they'd become.
The White Corp Expo was held in one of the company's gleaming skyscrapers, a building of glass and steel that soared above the city. The main hall buzzed with anticipation as the world's most powerful and influential figures gathered. Tony Stark arrived in style, his reputation preceding him. Norman Osborn, ever the schemer, mingled with other business magnates, politicians, and scientists.
Near the front, a group drew particular attention: Colonel James Rhodes, Nick Fury in his signature black coat and eyepatch, Natasha Romanoff—her gaze sharp and unreadable—and Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, standing tall and stoic. Their presence sent a clear message: the Avengers were watching.
The press was everywhere, cameras flashing as Ethan Whitethorn took the stage. He stood tall, confidence radiating from him, his presence commanding the room's attention. Sam watched from the wings, pride in his eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Ethan began, his voice clear and steady, "thank you for joining me for this new chapter in White Corp's history. Since taking office, my team and I have worked tirelessly to push the boundaries of what's possible. Today, I'm proud to introduce the world to Project Beyond."
A massive screen behind him flickered to life, displaying sleek visuals of Rex's interface and the AI's capabilities.
"Project Beyond is more than just an artificial intelligence. It's a fully integrated system designed to handle the tasks that slow us down—scheduling, logistics, security, and more. But Beyond is also adaptive, learning from its environment and anticipating needs before they arise. It's not just a tool; it's a partner, one that will help businesses, hospitals, and governments operate at a level of efficiency never seen before."
The crowd murmured, impressed by the demonstration as Rex seamlessly coordinated a simulated hospital, managed a logistics network, and even detected a security breach before it happened.
Tony Stark leaned forward, curiosity in his eyes. Osborn's expression was unreadable, but Ethan could sense the wheels turning. Meanwhile, Nick Fury's single eye narrowed, Natasha's lips pressed into a thin line, and Steve Rogers exchanged a glance with her—silent, but wary. Rhodes, ever the soldier, watched with a mixture of interest and concern.
"We're still refining Beyond," Ethan continued, "but the results so far have exceeded every expectation. Our goal is to make this technology available to organizations around the world, ushering in a new era of productivity and safety."
He paused, letting the impact settle. "But that's not all. My team and I are also working on something that could revolutionize the medical field—a serum that can replace old, dying cells with new ones. This technology has the potential to regrow limbs, heal injuries once thought permanent, and restore the human body in ways we've only dreamed of."
The audience erupted in whispers, the promise of such a breakthrough electrifying the room.
Ethan smiled. "We're not ready to unveil that project just yet, but know that White Corp is committed to changing lives—not just with technology, but with hope."
As the applause faded, hands shot up across the press section. Ethan nodded to a reporter in the front row.
"Jessica Lane, Daily Bugle," she said. "What will the pricing model be for Project Beyond? Will small businesses be able to afford it, or is this only for the elite?"
Ethan replied, "Our vision is to make Beyond accessible to organizations of all sizes. We're developing tiered pricing, with affordable options for small businesses and nonprofits. We believe innovation should be for everyone, not just the privileged few."
Another reporter stood. "Mark Evans, Tech Today. What safeguards are in place to prevent the AI from turning on its users or leaking sensitive company data? There's a lot of fear about AI going rogue."
Ethan nodded, prepared for this. "That's a valid concern. Beyond is built with multiple layers of security and ethical protocols. It cannot act outside its programmed parameters, and every action is logged and monitored. We've also implemented a manual override system—humans remain in control at all times. Privacy and safety are our top priorities."
As he spoke, Ethan noticed Nick Fury's gaze never left him, sharp and calculating. Natasha's eyes flicked to the screen, then back to Ethan, as if searching for any sign of deception. Steve Rogers' jaw tightened, his arms crossed, clearly uneasy with the idea of an AI controlling so much.
A third reporter called out, "If Beyond is so powerful, what's to stop a competitor or a hacker from using it to expose company secrets or even take over operations?"
Ethan's gaze was steady. "We've invested heavily in cybersecurity, and Rex is designed to detect and neutralize threats in real time. No system is perfect, but we're committed to constant improvement and transparency. We'll work closely with our clients to ensure their data and operations remain secure."
The questions continued, ranging from technical details to ethical debates. Ethan answered each one with calm assurance, his confidence in Project Beyond unwavering. Still, he could feel the weight of the Avengers' scrutiny—especially Fury, Natasha, and Steve—each of them silently questioning whether this new technology was a promise or a threat.
As the session drew to a close, Ethan looked out over the crowd—rivals, allies, skeptics, and dreamers alike. The future was uncertain, but for the first time, he felt ready to shape it.
=
The White Corp Expo after-party was held in a glittering rooftop lounge, the city lights stretching endlessly below. Waiters moved through the crowd with trays of champagne, and the air buzzed with the energy of powerful people making deals—or plotting them.
Ethan found himself in a corner with Tony Stark and Norman Osborn, the three of them drawing curious glances from every corner of the room.
Osborn raised his glass. "Impressive show, Whitethorn. I see potential for collaboration. Stark Industries, Oscorp, and White Corp—imagine what we could accomplish together."
Tony smirked, swirling his drink. "Osborn, you're not exactly known for being the partner type. Last time you 'collaborated,' half the board ended up in therapy."
Osborn's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Times change, Stark. I'm always open to new opportunities."
Ethan kept his tone diplomatic. "I appreciate the interest. I'm open to partnerships—if they're built on trust and transparency."
Before Osborn could reply, Colonel James Rhodes approached, his military bearing unmistakable. "Ethan, a word?" He nodded to Stark and Osborn, then pulled Ethan aside.
"The government's been watching your progress," Rhodes said quietly. "We could use someone like you as a contractor. Your tech could save lives—and, frankly, we'd love to have you on our side."
Ethan smiled. "I appreciate that, Colonel. I'll consider it. But I want to make sure my work helps everyone, not just the highest bidder."
Rhodes nodded, respect in his eyes. "That's the right answer. But remember, the world's changing fast. You'll need allies."
As Rhodes moved away, Ethan turned to find Nick Fury, Steve Rogers, and Natasha Romanoff approaching. Fury's gaze was cold, his presence commanding.
"You have no idea what you could bring to the world, Whitethorn," Fury said, voice low. "Or what you could destroy. I knew your parents. Didn't trust them then, and I don't trust you now. I know how they made their fortune—cutting corners, making deals in the shadows."
Ethan met Fury's stare, unflinching. "I'm not my parents. And I don't plan on hiding anything. Everything I build will be for the good of the world."
Steve Rogers stepped forward, disappointment in his eyes. "Intentions aren't enough, Ethan. Power like this—AI, medical breakthroughs—it needs to be handled with responsibility. You can't just play god and expect no consequences."
Ethan's voice was calm but sharp. "With all due respect, Captain, the world isn't black and white anymore. If we wait for perfect solutions, people suffer. I'm not playing god—I'm doing what needs to be done, with safeguards and transparency. Maybe if more people had acted instead of hesitated, we wouldn't have half the problems we do now."
Natasha's eyes narrowed, her posture tense. "You talk a big game for someone who's barely stepped into the real world. Don't get cocky, Whitethorn. You don't know what you're up against."
Ethan's gaze flicked to her, a hint of steel in his voice. "Funny, coming from someone who spent years hiding in the shadows, changing sides when it suited her. I know more about your past than you think, Natasha. Maybe you should worry about your own secrets before judging mine."
Natasha's fists clenched, her stance shifting—ready to strike. The tension was electric, the crowd oblivious to the storm brewing in their midst.
Fury stepped between them, his voice a warning. "Enough. This isn't the place."
Ethan held Natasha's gaze for a moment longer, then relaxed. "I'm not your enemy. But I won't be intimidated, either."
The Avengers withdrew, but the message was clear: Ethan had made powerful allies—and powerful skeptics.
As the night wore on, Ethan mingled with guests, but his mind was elsewhere. The world was watching, waiting to see if he would rise—or fall. And somewhere in the shadows, he knew, danger was already closing in.
Let me know how I did, for my first time writing a fanfic, Also I don't own any in the marvel work beside Ethan whitethorn and his company.