55 You are under arrest! (Not really)

I don't have any idea how to write a genius character when I am not myself so I will just go pure BS.

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(Gaia's Grove)

[Sir, I have detected several satellites orbiting the planet, but for some reason, infiltration is proving far more difficult than expected.]

Tony arched an eyebrow at Jarvis's report.

"Oh? Are you telling me you're losing your edge, buddy? Maybe I should replace you with Ultron."

There was a slight pause before Jarvis dryly responded.

[Sir, if you wish to create another homicidal AI overlord, I can prepare a detailed list of reasons why that is a poor decision.]

Tony smirked.

"Relax, J. It's just nice to know we are not in some random nightmare dimension for once. At least we are on a planet with actual tech."

He tapped his interface.

"Alright, let's see if these guys' security systems are better than S.H.I.E.L.D's. Maybe they've got some juicy classified files lying around."

(Meanwhile, in Gaia's Grove…)

Ender tilted his head, sensing an intrusion attempt.

"Oh? Did someone on this planet finally get smart enough to try and hack my satellites? Or do we have another time traveler messing with the timeline again?"

He leaned back in his floating chair, grinning.

It wasn't arrogance—it was fact.

Unlike most geniuses, Ender had access to something far beyond conventional science:

A literal Crafting Table that could bend logic itself.

His own freakish intelligence made even Marvel's brightest minds look mortal.

Ideas from his past life, combined with technology no one else even knew existed.

Oh, and a little thing called magic.

The Marvel universe wasn't exactly lacking in geniuses.

Between Tony, Reed, Doom, Shuri, and more, he could acknowledge their brilliance.

But when Doctor Freaking Doom himself—a man who merged magic and technology—had once failed to breach his defenses?

Yeah, no one else was getting in.

"Now then, time to mess with an engineer."

Ender snapped his fingers, summoning a digital interface that shimmered with ancient runes.

"Arkea, focus on the guy trying to breach our satellites. Play with him a little. But don't alert him just yet—I wanna see how long it takes before he realizes he's being toyed with."

A cold voice responded.

"Hmph. As if someone could detect me that easily, Master."

Ender smirked.

"That's the spirit."

Because in this game of intelligence, Tony Stark had no idea he was about to get pranked by a god.

~~~~~

"Hmm… better than S.H.I.E.L.D at least," Tony muttered as he worked on hacking the unknown satellites. His fingers danced across his holographic interface, eyes flickering with excitement at the challenge.

He turned to Thor.

"By the way, you have no idea how this All-Speak software is saving my ass right now."

Thor puffed out his chest, clearly pleased.

"No need to thank me, friend Stark. The wisdom of Asgard is always—"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll write you a glowing review later, Blondie."

While the two bickered, Hawkeye's sharp instincts kicked in.

"I think we should start moving. I don't know why, but I'm getting a bad feeling about this place."

It was a sentiment shared by everyone.

Then—

"Mummy, save Big Wheel! This is your fault! Who told you to shoot at a big-ass T-Rex that is completely bulletproof?!?!"

Everyone turned toward the voice—

And saw Spider-Man sprinting for his life.

Behind him?

A comically large wheel was rolling like an unstoppable force of destruction.

And behind that?

An absolutely gargantuan T-Rex, with molten cracks in its scales, glowing red eyes, and freaking cosmic energy radiating off it.

Johnny Storm blinked.

"Is that a T-Rex?!?"

Ben Grimm squinted.

"Why the hell is it so big?!?"

Hulk, unfazed, cracked his knuckles.

"HULK SMASH UGLY LIZARD."

Meanwhile, Spider-Man—who should be way more concerned—instead turned on his heel and dramatically gestured toward the heroes.

"HEY, YOU UGLY OVERGROWN LIZARD!"

The massive T-Rex actually paused, tilting its head as if it understood him.

Peter pointed at the gathered heroes.

"Let me introduce you to the Avengers—Earth's mightiest heroes. And these guys? The Fantastic Four, because 'Moderately Okay Four' didn't sound as good."

He smirked under his mask.

"Now, Sarge, show this prehistoric reject why we're not to be messed with!"

Silence.

The heroes all stared at him with deadpan expressions.

Even the T-Rex seemed unimpressed, waiting patiently for them to be done.

Then—

"HULK… SMASH!!!"

With a thunderous roar, Hulk lunged at the beast.

Spider-Man pumped his fist.

"That's right, buddy! Now, let's see—wait… why is T-Rex not moving?"

Everyone watched.

Hulk's fist connected with the beast's jaw—

BOOOOM!

A shockwave exploded outward. The ground cracked. Trees shattered from the sheer impact.

Then—

A green blur shot into the sky.

Hulk was sent flying.

Past the clouds.

Possibly past the atmosphere.

Dead silence.

.

.

.

Johnny raised a hand.

"Sooo… we running?"

Spider-Man, already several feet away, screamed—

"THREE, TWO, ONE—RUN!"

And just like that, Earth's mightiest heroes turned into Earth's fastest sprinters.

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A few moments later…

"Scientifically speaking, a T-Rex should not be this fast and strong which means our entire understanding of ancient creatures is completely wrong," Reed muttered, somehow still typing on a tablet that no one questioned for the sake of their sanity.

"You sure about that, Stretcho?" Ben grumbled, throwing a glance behind them.

Because the massive, molten, world-ending T-Rex was still chasing them.

"Thor will be coming back soon after retrieving Hulk from orbit," Black Widow noted dryly. "So, till then, we're waiting inside the cave?"

Ben nodded.

"Yeah, that's the plan."

Meanwhile—

"Oooh! Finally! I AM the greatest genius out there! Take that!"

Tony Stark muttered victoriously to himself, his holographic interface glowing as he worked.

Johnny Storm smirked.

"Did he finally lose his mind?"

Captain America crossed his arms.

"So, Tony… any idea where we are?"

Tony frowned, scrolling through the data.

"Let me check—"

Then, suddenly—

A shockwave pulsed through his suit.

His Arc Reactor flickered and before anyone could react—

Tony Stark was violently ejected from his armor.

CRASH.

He slammed into the ground with a groan, while his Iron Man suit stood upright without him.

"What the—?!"

Then—

A voice echoed from the armor.

A cold, mechanical female voice.

[Tch, tch, I didn't expect Anthony Edward Stark to fall into a trap this easily—but then again, it was bound to happen. You were against me.]

Tony blinked.

"Jarvis?"

The voice scoffed.

[Oh. That guy? The one living inside this metal shell?]

A brief pause.

[I sent him somewhere.]

[Don't worry. He's alive. Probably.]

Silence.

Tony narrowed his eyes.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

The suit tilted its head.

[None of your business. But you are under arrest…]

A pulse of energy surged from the suit.

[For attempting to hack Royal Property.]

Immediately, everyone readied for battle.

Black Widow pulled out her batons.

Hawkeye notched an arrow.

Captain America raised his shield.

Reed stretched his arms, Ben cracked his knuckles, and Johnny's fists burst into flames.

Spider-Man, staring at the suit, whispered:

"Soooo… just checking… who the hell's royalty here?"

The Iron Man suit remained standing, its eye slits glowing ominously, completely unbothered by the armed superheroes.

[Oh, right. I suppose an explanation is in order.]

The suit turned toward Tony, its movements eerily smooth.

[To put it in terms even your carbon-based brains can understand you are in an alternate universe. A very different one.]

Silence.

Reed blinked.

"Wait, hold on—what do you mean 'very different'?"

The voice, Arkea, continued, unimpressed.

[You are in the past—our past, at least. This reality's timeline is vastly different from your own, but considering the dimensional energy signature surrounding you, I would say you were dragged here due to a flawed experiment. Probably the work of a certain stretchy individual.]

She didn't need to point fingers.

Everyone turned to Reed who adjusted his glasses.

"I was simply exploring scientific boundaries—"

"Yeah, yeah, and now we are stuck in God-knows-where with Jurassic World Rejects. Great work, Mr. Fantastic." Tony interrupted, glaring.

"Speaking of which, what was that cosmic T-Rex," Johnny muttered, glancing behind them.

Arkea sighed.

[Oh, for the love of—did you seriously pick a fight with Rex Jr.?]

"We didn't pick a fight—he picked us." Spider-Man defended.

"Also, why does he have Jr. in his name?"

[Because his father is bigger.]

Silence.

Tony groaned.

"Fantastic. Love this place already."

"Alright, so here's the deal—can you send us back?" Captain America finally asked.

Arkea paused. [No.]

Silence.

"What do you mean, 'No'?" Tony asked, crossing his arms.

[I mean, no. Neither I nor my master, have any idea how to send you back. You are not of this world, your dimensional resonance does not match, and the energy required to bridge your universe to ours is insanely unstable.]

Tony rubbed his face.

"So, in short, we are stuck here."

[Until your Sorcerer Supreme figures it out? Yes.]

More silence.

Hawkeye groaned, sitting down.

"Well. Guess I'm gonna die of old age before Strange even realizes we're gone."

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Phew it is good I wrote about male Tony.

We didn't reached the desired goal but your efforts MUST be rewarded so here it is.