Time Period: After age of Ultron.
Avengers Tower, New York
Friday – 6:30 PM
A soft hum pulsed through the lab's steel walls, broken only by the mechanical click of systems powering up. The letters A.C.S.M.—(Advanced Cloning System Machine)—flashed to life on the central monitor.
Behind the console stood Dr. Max Green, Stark Industries' head of experimental research. Genius. Visionary. Obsessive. The man Tony Stark had trusted with one of the most ambitious projects ever proposed: A.C.S.D. { Advanced Cloning System Division}. A cloning experiment conducted, to reach new Biological feats and also, to counter Earth's increasingly unpredictable future, and the upcoming intergalactic invasions on Earth. Tony's vision to save Earth..These were the reasons gave birth to the creation of this Division In Stark Industries.
From above, a sharp metallic thud echoed.
Iron Man landed.
The suit hissed open slightly as Tony Stark stepped forward, relaxed but sharp-eyed. He clapped a hand on Max's shoulder.
"What's cooking, Max? Tony winked. "That thing better not turn into a gelatinous space junior." Tony Patted his back and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
He points at the cloning chamber with a smirk, then grew serious.
"You see that? That's not just a science fair project. That's the edge we need. One more invasion, and we don't get second chances."
Max swallowed hard, adjusting his gloves.
"Yes, Mr stark… It's ready. Running the sequence now."
The machine whirred. Pressure valves hissed. Ten tense seconds passed.
Then—a figure emerged. Humanoid. Breathing. Alive.
( Just a random subject)
Max took a shaky breath.
"It… it worked, Mr. Stark."
Tony narrowed his eyes, folding his arms.
"I suppose so."
But something in his voice hinted at unease.
The figure inside the chamber took a slow, unnatural breath. Skin pale. Eyes open — but unfocused.
It stepped out, barefoot on the cold floor, head twitching slightly like it was adjusting to… being.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Okay, spooky. You sure this thing's not on mute?"
Max frowned, typing rapidly.
"Vitals stable… no neural spike. But the brain scan is… weird. It's like—it knows things, but it's not thinking. Like it's stuck in a memory loop."
The clone turned its head toward them. Not fast. Not slow. Just… deliberate.
Its lips parted slightly. Then it spoke — in a voice identical to the original subject.
>"Where's… my son?"
Tony blinked."Okay, no. Nope. That's not okay."
Max stepped forward, cautiously. "The clone has its memories Mr Stark.." He stuttered, but was secretly amazed by his work.
"It's not supposed to remember. The memory data wasn't part of the program—this was supposed to be blank... pure template."
The clone's eyes darted around the lab, then locked onto Tony. A moment of silence passed. Not angry. Not aggressive. Just cold. Unsettling.
Tony stared back, jaw tight.
> "Kill the program, Max."
Max hesitated.
"But we've never gotten this far before—"
"Max. Shut. It. Down." He shouts
The clone suddenly whispered, more to itself than anyone else:
"I was at the lake... before the fire... before the sky turned red..."
The lights flickered. Max's console flashed red.
"something's not right here.. Friday rewrite the AI systems— "Affirmative Mr stark" the lab becomes normal.
Tony's face hardened.
"That's it."
He takes a step back walking into the suit again, The suit hissed closed wrapping tony in it, Friday said "Sir I'm detecting a major flaw in the clone, It's physically stronger than his real counterpart" Tony raised his right repulsor hand, charging it toward the clone.
The clone blinked slowly. Breathing steady. Movements human… but off — like a puppet who'd memorized every step but forgot the meaning.
Then, he spoke again.
"I remember everything."
Tony froze.. Uncharging his repulsor.
"What do you mean… everything?"
The clone looked down at his own hands. Flexed them.
"My first bike. The name of my dog. The scar on my ankle from falling off the porch. I remember my wife's face. I remember dying."
Max's face went pale.
"That's not possible. The memory banks were wiped. We never even uploaded personal data—"
The clone cuts him off.
"I'm not a copy."
He looked up, eyes sharper now. Cold. Focused.
"I'm the one who lived. I remember being him. I remember every second. But I woke up here… and now I'm stronger. Faster. I don't feel pain. I don't feel fear."
Tony stepped between him.
"You're not him. You're a construct. You're walking muscle and memory, nothing more."
The clone tilted his head slightly, a smirk forming.
"That's what you tell yourself. But if I have his memories, his feelings… his soul... what makes me less than him?"
Max whispered to himself, horrified.
"He's not just a clone... he thinks he's the real one." Truly amazed by his creaton.
Max spoke stuttering, "Mr Stark
The clone stepped forward, voice calm but unshakable.
"No... I am the real one. He died. I didn't. So tell me, Mr. Stark…"
His eyes narrowed.
"Why shouldn't I be the one who gets his life back?"
Tony's repulsor remained aimed at the clone. The thing didn't flinch.
Max stood frozen, watching everything unravel — the experiment he believed would change the world now looked more like a mistake he couldn't take back.
"You were supposed to save us," Tony muttered. "Not creep me out like Ultron 2.0."
He lowered his arm slowly. The clone didn't move. Just watched.
Tony turned to Max, voice low and cold.
"You didn't follow protocol. No data wipes. No neural map separation. You played Villian."
Max opened his mouth to defend himself
"I thought it could be beneficial to us, can't you see? It's astonishing..."
"You didn't think, Max," Tony snapped. "You gambled with something we barely understand. And what if it wasn't some nobody you brought back? What if that was Banner? Or Thor? We be stacking dead bodies.."
Max clenched his fists.
"But it worked. Don't you see? It worked. This clone remembered everything. It's truly alive!"
"No," Tony said sharply. "It's physically enhanced thanks to your brain cells lacking a brain, and it's a threat, it's dangerous.. A clone that could be demise for humankind.. for us"
He walked up to the console and, with a swift motion, ripped the main interface cable out. The screens glitched and went black.
"Stark Industries doesn't build ghosts," Tony said. "You're done."
Max's face twisted in disbelief.
"You can't—"
"You're fired, Max. Effective immediately."
He turned away.
"Security will escort you out."
Max stood alone in the humming lab, eyes locked on the clone still standing silently in the chamber. His creation. His proof. He secretly puts Peter's blood into his pocket
The clone looked back at him.
And for a flicker of a second… it smiled. Like it thanked him.
Tony repulses the clone of the npc leading him to death. As his body fell to the ground.
"We don't need clones" stark said coldly
As the clone coughed, at the edge of death "I'm not a cc.clo.. clone." And he Died.
Tony looks back at Max again, his gaze serious, as security slowly escorts Max.
"You don't know what this machine could do Max," Tony said coldly
Max struggled against the security guards dragging him away, trying to break free — but he couldn't.
He snarled, "You'll regret this, Stark..."
Then louder — more personal:
"You'll regret this, Tony Stark!"
As the doors closed behind him, Stark turned to the ruined machine.
"Destroy it," he said flatly to the lab crew. "I don't want even a single scrap left behind."
He hovered slightly as his suit powers up again.
"Now clean up this mess," he snapped — and with a blast of repulsors, anddd he was gone,
The lab crew stood in silence for a moment before sighing and getting to work.
One of them groaned, dumping shattered metal into a waste container.
"What a pain in the ass."
The other nodded, kicking a broken panel aside.
"Yeah, we're the ones stuck cleaning up Max's disaster. Totally not fair."
They kept working in silence a moment longer.
"Bet we're getting reassigned," the first one muttered. "Maybe even fired."
"Man, I really don't wanna lose this job," said the second. "Too damn high-paid for that."
"Yeah," the first one sighed. "Me neither."
"Fuck this.." the second one snaps. "Ohhh.. if I just get my hands on Max", he cleched his hands.
"Yeah he'd be dead that's for sure" the first one agrees, picking up a debris.
"Darn it... Argggh..." The second one kicks the wall.
"Relaxxx" the first one said.
MEANWHILE…
The elevator doors slid open with a ding. The guards dragged Max down the hall like trash on garbage day.
When they reached the exit, one of them gave him a shove.
"Skedaddle. Shoo, shoo… moron," the guard muttered.
The doors slammed shut behind him.
Max stumbled, fists clenched, face burning with rage and humiliation.
"This isn't over, Stark…" he hissed to himself.
"I swear.. I'll make you pay"
He walks down the road . Thinking about the clone he made and what could he accomplish by it .. but Tony Stark. A hatered in his heart consumes him...
"Tony Stark think you're the wisest person out here.." He swings his armviolently. "I'll repay you for what you did to me"
he took out Peter's blood from his lab coat pocket. And inspected it.
"This is it" he smirked... And laughed mischievously.
"Well Max, let's get to work"
As he walks and finally disappears into the crowd.