I, Tony Stark, was supposed to be the undisputed star at the start of Marvel’s legendary story. But on the eve of Iron Man’s birth,
a mysterious transmigrator stole my body.
In an instant, my world was turned upside down. Thor roared, brandishing Mjolnir: “How did the power of thunder become a joke? Now anyone can wield it?” Steve showed off his new high-tech arm to Bucky: “This is way better than titanium alloy!” The Ancient One went berserk at the sight of his sudden white-bearded old-man appearance in the mirror: “Who did this? Taste my time magic!” Rhodey could only bellow in frustration: “I don’t eat watermelons or pick cotton, so what the hell is going on?”
I may have been reduced to a “bystander,” but when has Tony Stark ever been afraid? I’ll use my memories to find myself again in this chaotic Marvel Universe and forge the Iron Man legend anew, so that transmigrator knows who the real protagonist is!
