Falling in Marvel

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-Inside the Sanctum-

Mordo's sharp gaze bore into him as the Ancient One turned away, her robes flowing behind her like ripples on a calm lake. The tension in the room was palpable, amplified by the echoes of distant explosions outside.

"This way," Mordo said curtly, motioning for him to follow.

He hesitated, glancing back at the girl. "Is she going to be okay?"

Mordo frowned, his lips pressed into a thin line. "The child will be cared for. She's safe now. Your focus should be on explaining yourself."

Reluctantly, he followed Mordo deeper into the Sanctum. The hallways were labyrinthine, lined with intricate tapestries and ancient artifacts that seemed to hum with latent power. Despite the overwhelming sense of safety, unease gnawed at him.

Mordo led him to a small but neatly furnished room. A cot, a desk, and a single lamp adorned the space, its simplicity a stark contrast to the grandeur of the Sanctum's main halls.

"This will be your room," Mordo said, his tone clipped. "For now."

"For now?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You're an anomaly," Mordo replied, crossing his arms. "The Ancient One may be willing to entertain your presence, but don't mistake that for trust. Prove yourself… or don't. Either way, you'll be watched."

"Thanks for the warm welcome," he muttered under his breath as Mordo turned and left without another word.

-Later That Night-

He sat on the edge of the cot, head in his hands. The adrenaline that had kept him going was finally wearing off, leaving a hollow ache in its wake. His mind raced with fragmented thoughts of his family, the chaos outside, and the impossible situation he now found himself in.

'I'm in the Sanctum Sanctorum.' The thought felt surreal, like he was dreaming. But the raw scrape of his palms and the lingering smell of smoke on his clothes told him otherwise.

A sudden knock on the door jolted him upright. His heart pounded as he stared at the door, half expecting another Chitauri soldier or worse.

He forced himself to his feet, his pulse quickening. The knock came again, more insistent this time.

When he opened the door, he froze.

Two figures stood before him, their silhouettes distorted by strange golden auras. They wore black-and-gold uniforms, their faces obscured by featureless helmets. One of them held a device glowing faintly green, while the other's hand rested on a baton-like weapon.

"Darius Stone," one of them said, their voice monotone but undeniably authoritative. "You're in violation of the Sacred Timeline."

His breath caught in his throat. "The TVA…"

Before he could process what was happening, the second figure stepped forward, baton raised. Acting on pure instinct, he slammed the door shut and backed away.

"No, no, no this can't be happening," he muttered, his eyes darting around the room. He needed a plan, fast.

The door burst open, splintering slightly as the TVA agents entered.

"Do not resist," the first agent ordered, stepping toward him with deliberate precision.

'Resist? He didn't even know what was going on', but every fiber of his being screamed at him to fight. He grabbed the nearest object a wooden chair and hurled it at the closest agent.

The agent swatted it aside effortlessly, advancing with the baton.

"Damn it!" he shouted, lunging toward the desk in the corner. His hand closed around a small, ornate dagger a decorative piece, but it was better than nothing. He brandished it, his hands trembling.

"Stay back!"

The second agent lunged, and he swung wildly, the blade glancing off their armor with no effect. The baton struck his side, sending a jolt of energy through his body.

Pain lanced through him as he collapsed to his knees, the dagger clattering to the floor.

"No…" he gasped, his vision blurring.

The first agent stepped forward, raising the device in their hand. "Reset the timeline."

The last thing he saw was the glowing end of the baton as it arced toward him.

-The Void-

When he woke, the world was… wrong.

The sky was a swirling, stormy gray, and the ground beneath him felt unnatural soft but solid, like the surface of a warped dream. He sat up, wincing at the lingering ache in his side.

"What the hell…"

The landscape stretched endlessly, littered with the remnants of objects that didn't belong together half-destroyed cars, crumbling buildings, and fragments of statues.

In the distance, something moved. A massive, shadowy entity writhed through the air like smoke, its tendrils consuming everything in its path.

His breath hitched as realization dawned.

'I'm in the Void.'

He staggered to his feet, panic clawing at his chest. This wasn't a place to survive this was where time's mistakes came to die.

And now, he was one of them.

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Why they were so fast to prune him because this was the time were the Sorcerer Supreme

was supposed to give hulk the time stone but his arrival changes that so they had to do somthing and fast

And what do you think of his name ?

I never was the best at naming anything

Merry Christmas