Marvel's Iron Lady

The Bifrost, the most powerful and strategically significant weapon controlled by Asgard, had the primary function of transporting Asgardian warriors to any location in the universe, without limitation.

At this moment, the other end of the Bifrost's energy was connected to the realm of Asgard, one of the Nine Realms. Standing at the terminal of the Bifrost was the figure of Odin, the King of the Gods, wielding his staff. He stood beside Heimdall, the Guardian of the Bifrost Bridge, the Shining God , who maintained his usual stoic expression. Heimdall's hands were placed on the golden sword Hofund, which served as the key to the Bifrost. His dazzling amber eyes gazed steadily at the vastness of the universe before him.

"The Tesseract, the Aether... What exactly does that woman intend to do?" Odin's single eye gleamed with wisdom, though at this moment, he seemed concerned. With his immense power, he could see beyond space and witness Miss Stark's actions.

"Your Majesty... you've arrived." Heimdall greeted the King of the Gods with his usual calm demeanor, though Odin's sudden presence did not seem to surprise him.

At that moment, the symbol of Asgard's supreme authority, the spear Gungnir, rested in Odin's hand.

"With the power I have given you, Heimdall, you should be able to see," Odin said slowly. "That woman from Midgard has managed to acquire both the Tesseract and the Aether in a rather clever manner."

"Yes, I've seen it. What do you plan to do with her?" Heimdall asked, his expression unchanged, as if this matter was of no personal concern to him.

"When such powerful forces appear together, they should normally repel one another," Odin mused aloud, before pausing. "No, that's impossible. I... I have no intention of taking any action."

The old god lowered his head in thought, his expression weary. "Heimdall, you know well that my time is running out."

Heimdall sighed softly at these words and finally shifted his gaze to Odin. Even a mighty figure like the King of the Gods could not escape the erosion of time, and he was slowly approaching the end of his life.

Heimdall knew what weighed on Odin's mind: the future of Asgard. The King of the Gods was nearing his end, but his chosen successor, Thor, was not yet ready. Thor was still rash and impulsive, acting without considering the consequences, and he lacked the strength to protect Asgard.

Odin's might had been the foundation of his reign, deeply etched into the hearts of every living being across the Nine Realms, instilling fear and caution in their leaders. This was why no other civilization dared make a move.

But once Odin passed, and his deterrent was gone, those covetous enemies would finally cast aside their facades. War would break out, and Asgard, the head of the Nine Realms, would face annihilation.

"My child has not yet grown into the role. He lacks the strength to replace me and guard our civilization," Odin lamented. "I trust that one day he will rise to the challenge, but I fear I may not live to see it."

"I believe Thor will not disappoint us," Heimdall replied with a note of reassurance. "He will surely become a worthy king."

Odin's voice held a trace of sorrow as he spoke. "But that requires time, and I, unfortunately, don't have enough of it. For that reason, we need to find any and all allies who can help Thor grow."

Heimdall's eyes widened as he realized Odin's implication. "That woman from Midgard—she is the ally you've chosen?"

Odin's lone eye gazed into the vast starry sky, as though his vision stretched across light-years to the distant blue planet of Earth.

"Midgard... What a peculiar civilization. It truly is intriguing in so many ways," Odin remarked thoughtfully. Though Earth was the last of the Nine Realms to develop civilization, it had given birth to countless powerful beings like stars in the night sky.

The Tesseract, the Aether, the Eye of Agamotto—these artifacts, brimming with mystical power, had all converged there.

No one understood why, not even Odin. He couldn't fully see what the future held for Midgard or Earth.

"When I enter my final sleep, I will have to rely on you to protect Asgard, Heimdall." Odin's tone shifted slightly, and Heimdall silently nodded in acknowledgment.

Just then, the Bifrost's energy beam shifted unexpectedly, creating a large spatial rift. Moments later, as the dazzling energy storm subsided, two figures materialized on the bridge of the Bifrost.

Leading the way was a woman dressed in a yellow linen robe, while the woman behind her wore a casual outfit. Miss Stark, who had accompanied the Sorcerer Supreme to Asgard, was filled with curiosity as she took in her surroundings.

"It's been a long time, King of the Gods of Asgard," the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, said with a respectful bow when she saw Odin waiting at the end of the Bifrost.

"Supreme Sorcerer, welcome to Asgard," Odin replied, adopting a humble demeanor.

The two exchanged respectful greetings—one was the ruler of Asgard, the other, the protector of Earth. In terms of status, neither was superior to the other.

However, Odin's gaze soon shifted past the Ancient One's shoulder, falling upon Miss Stark.

"I am surprised... The Aether does not seem to be causing you any burden," Odin commented, studying Miss Stark. She caught his gaze and withdrew her attention from the Bifrost device to meet his.

"Likewise, I don't see any signs of the Tesseract's power within you," Odin continued.

Miss Stark simply smiled casually in response to the God-King's glowing golden eye. "Maybe I'm just... special."

She knew well that it was the effect of the mysterious Infinity Stone residing in her conscious space. Without it suppressing the Reality and Space Stones, she wouldn't have been able to wield their power.

"I'm not sure if you are aware of the Aether's nature, but this matter is indeed connected to you," Odin said as he raised his staff and lightly tapped the ground. In an instant, the scenery around them transformed.

Gungnir, the spear not only served as Odin's weapon but was also a symbol of Asgard's supreme authority. It had the power to control the Bifrost.

With its power, not only Odin but Miss Stark and the Sorcerer Supreme were transported from the Bifrost to another location. They arrived in a palace surrounded by green trees. In the center of the room was a pedestal with a large, ancient book resting on it.

"Billions of years ago, the Nine Realms fought a life-and-death battle against the Dark Elves, who sought to drag the entire universe into darkness," Odin began, opening the beautifully bound, stone-encased book. The story within its pages came to life as he recounted it.

Miss Stark observed that the pages were extraordinary, with illustrations and text that seemed to move and breathe.

"When you brought the Aether back into the real world, it proclaimed its return to the universe. Not only did I sense its power, but I'm certain that the Dark Elves who survived all those years ago felt it too."

By breaking the seal on the Aether, Miss Stark had unintentionally alerted the few remaining Dark Elves. On Midgard, unless the Ancient One intervened, there was no one who could stop the Dark Elves.

Odin did not plan to leave the fate of this battle in the hands of Midgard's Sorcerer Supreme. Instead, he had chosen to bring the conflict to Asgard, where the Nine Realms would face the Dark Elves once more.

In the previous war, led by Asgard, the Nine Realms had annihilated the Dark Elves. It had been nothing short of a massacre—a grim solution to ensure the safety of the universe.

However, some Dark Elves, along with their king Malekith, had managed to escape.

Odin's father, Bor, had led the campaign against the Dark Elves, and now, with their imminent return, Odin knew he had to finish what his father started.

This was Asgard's destiny, and Odin had to personally deal with the remaining enemies.

Miss Stark, however, was far less concerned about the Dark Elves. What intrigued her more was the behavior of the Ancient One, who had remained silent throughout, watching her with a curious smile.

That odd smile unsettled Miss Stark, even making her feel slightly uneasy.

Odin had finished recounting the past, and now, the history was clear. Another flash of light surrounded them, and the scene shifted once again.

This time, when Miss Stark regained her bearings, she found herself in a grand, golden palace. She quickly recognized this as Asgard's main palace, noting the throne at the far end of the hall.

She also noticed several familiar figures awaiting them inside the palace, particularly the man in gleaming silver chainmail and a red cloak, holding a large hammer with a somewhat bewildered expression—Thor Odinson, her future comrade.

Alongside him stood Loki, clad in regal robes, and their mother, Frigga, Odin's wife.

As Miss Stark observed Thor, he, in turn, studied the strangely dressed woman in front of him.

Suddenly, the entire palace shook violently, causing everyone present to stagger.

"Our enemies have arrived—prepare for battle," Odin declared as he ascended to his throne, placing his staff into a groove in the floor.