Doomsday

Dark clouds roll over the spires of Castle Doom as rain lashes against the assembled heroes landing in Doomstadt.
Standing in the courtyard is a figure in silver armor and a green cape, flanked by his Cabal: Black Swan, a corrupted Scarlet Witch, Franklin Richards, King Thanos, Captain Hydra, Doctor Strange, and Susan Storm.
Facing them is the full line of Avengers: Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, Hawkeye, War Machine, Falcon, Quicksilver, Vision, Ant-Man, Spider-Man, Black Panther, Nebula, Okoye, Rocket, Valkyrie, Shang-Chi, Star-Lord, Gamora, Drax, Groot, Mantis, Wasp, Wong, Bucky, She-Hulk, Moon Knight, Echo, Cassie, and Photon. A heavy silence falls over them.
Peter Parker’s breathing turns ragged inside his mask as he steps forward, his voice cracking. "Wait... no. No, no, no..."
The central figure in the cloak reaches up. Metal gauntlets unlatch his iron mask with a sharp hiss, letting it clatter onto the stone floor.
Beneath it is a face scarred by dark magic, but utterly undeniable to every hero standing there.
"Mr. Stark...?" Peter takes an unsteady step, eyes wide in disbelief. "Mr. Stark! Guys, it’s him—he’s back! Mr. Stark, it’s Peter!"
Gasps ripple through the lineup as weapons lower in shared shock.
The man with Tony Stark's face tilts his head, raising an eyebrow with cold apathy.
"Tony Stark? Kid, he’s dead and he’s never coming back. Stop chasing ghosts."
He steps forward, his voice cutting through the wind like ice. Yet, for a split second, his expression flickers—softening just enough to betray a ghost of a memory—before hardening back into pure authority.
"I am Doctor Doom. And this universe belongs to me."

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