What If...?

Time.

Space.

Reality.

It's more than a linear path.

It's a prism of endless possibility.

Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities,

creating alternate worlds from the ones you know.

I am the Watcher.

I am your guide through these vast new realities.

Follow me

and ponder the question...

"What if?"

Every journey has a beginning,

but change one step along the way,

and you could end up at a very different destination.

Come on. It's okay. Laugh. Hey!

Is it cool if I take a picture with you?

Yes, it's very cool. Please, no gang signs.

No, throw it up. I'm kidding.

Yeah, peace. I love peace. I'd be out of a job with peace.

Contact left!

Jimmy, stay with Stark!

-Wait, wait, wait. Give me a gun. -Stay here.

That was a spectacular entrance, seriously.

The Ten Rings have reinforcements en route. Let's move.

Fine by me, Lieutenant Killmonger? What is that?

-German? -A nickname.

That's clearly a good fit. I see where they got it.

Uh, what's your afternoon like?

Heroes are not born, they're forged in darkness.

Shaped in battle.

Defined by sacrifice.

And I am Iron Man.

Without Tony Stark's fateful capture in Afghanistan,

the Age of Iron Man would never come to pass.

Though the man was saved, a hero was lost,

and a villain was given a new chance.

Mr. Stark, were you injured in the attack?

No, but I did spill my drink, and it was a '26 Macallan,

so I'm pretty sure that's a war crime.

Excuse me, sir. Harry Whittington, British Post.

Did you learn any lessons from your time in Afghanistan?

I did. Never travel anywhere that doesn't have a Four Seasons.

Mr. Stark, has this experience changed you?

Well, I saw young Americans killed by the very weapons I created

to protect them. And I realized we have to do better,

build bigger, and fight badder for them.

Which is why I'm bringing in Lieutenant Erik Stevens,

the Navy SEAL who saved my life,

as Stark Industries' new chief security officer.

This a load of bull. That was supposed to be my promotion.

All right! Tony's back, huh?

Lieutenant. Lieutenant. Christine Everhart.

I think we're done here.

What is it you were doing in the Kunar province?

Uh, saving me. Pretty sure we went over this.

It's just strange. Since on the day of the attack,

his unit was stationed 400 klicks away.

If you're trying to imply that he had advanced knowledge of the attack...

She'd be right. I uncovered plans to assassinate Tony Stark

while on a deep cover operation inside the Ten Rings.

Whoa! Whoa! Well, there you have it, folks.

That's going to be a wrap on this conversation.

Yeah. Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

Because those plans were bankrolled by Stark Industry COO Obadiah Stane.

Tony, I...

I don't know what this kid's talking about.

Let's get outta here and work through this.

No, no, don't you worry about that. I brought receipts.

Wire transfers, bank documents, phone records.

Google it. I just dropped it all online.

I knew it.

Tony...

You son of a... Security!

Oh, man.

Ah. I never liked that guy.

I'll say this for the new guy, he certainly makes for good TV. Right?

Terrorists, corporate raiders, Maxim cover models.

What do they all have in common?

-They came for the king. -And they missed.

I owe it all to you.

And that's why I want you by my side 24-7 as my new COO.

Wait. You're giving him Obadiah's job?

Damn, I don't know, Mr. Stark. I think I'm more of a soldier.

Which is why it's perfect. You, me. We'll be like Butch and Sundance.

-They died at the end, Tony. -Okay, bad example.

Fact remains, I need a killer. Figurative one, of course.

But, hey, a literal one can't hurt either.

-To killers. -Yeah.

You're Butch. I'm Sundance. Just so we're clear.

So, Colonel Rhodes, what can you tell me about our knight in shining camouflage?

Graduated Annapolis at 19, MIT a year later.

Made quite a name for himself since joining the SEALs

as part of an elite ghost squad that specializes in high-target wetwork.

-Please tell me that's plumbing. -Assassinations.

Jeez. Glad I asked for clarification.

I'd say he's done pretty good for a kid from Oakland.

I mean, what's your concern, Pepper? Other than the killing part.

Lot of people come around looking to get their moment in the sun with Tony Stark,

and it's my job to sniff out exactly what it is they want with him.

-And what do you smell? -Nothing.

And that's the problem. Everyone wants something.

Welcome to Candy Land. I built everything in here myself.

Well, except for the Lambo. That's 3D printed.

Oh, man. Repulsor tech?

Trying to miniaturize the Jericho into a portable firearm.

Bet she pops.

Easy, killer. I come in peace.

What did your old man used to say? Ah. That's right.

"Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy."

Hey, play nice. He's a friend.

Lot of good it did dear old Dad. What about you?

-You close with yours? -Nah.

He died, too. Gang violence.

Weapons in the wrong hands. Wish no one had to fire them at all.

For real. Then again...

-Ah, forget it. -What?

It's just my doctoral thesis.

I developed plans for an automated combat drone.

Thought I was going to make human soldiers obsolete.

But I could never crack the interface.

'Cause you didn't have me. Let's do this.

Let's build your science fair project.

You saved my life. I'd like to return the favor.

Jarvis, search the MIT doctoral thesis database.

-Project... -Liberator.

You've got an ear for branding. I'll give you that.

Wow. Uh, bold design choice.

What? I like anime.

Worst-case scenario, we'll end up with the world's most expensive Gundam model.

Jarvis, case the warehouse.

We're gonna need FPV wiring, nanocircuitry,

and Bloody Marys. Hangover's starting to kick in.

Human pilots mean human error, but with Jarvis at the wheel,

drones can react to stimuli in real-time and no one needs to lift a finger.

Operations test. Stark Liberator drone mark one, showtime.

It's only a failure if it explodes.

Okay, that changes things.

It appears the drone's regulating processor is over-clocked.

You know, we need another power source.

Hey. Hey. If we could miniaturize an arc reactor...

-No, that's a dumb idea. -What we need is Vibranium.

With the right juice, it can act as a self-sustaining energy source.

Yeah. Now you're thinking.

Too bad Pops used up the last of it during the war.

Hmm. Not all of it.

Where did you get this?

This kind of stuff pops up all over the globe.

You need the right hook up.

I might have just the guy.

Ulysses Klaue? No, Tony. Absolutely not.

Are you allowed to say that to people in my tax bracket?

Tony, in case you forgot,

Stark Industries doesn't fraternize with black market arms dealers.

-She's right, Tony. I agree. -Wait. What?

Things go south, shareholders are gonna flip.

Unless we secure some kind of diplomatic cover.

We send Rhodey. There. He's U.S. Air Force,

and he's the company's military liaison. We are all aboveboard.

I think that's a great idea.

Excellent. I's dotted, T's crossed. Pep, drop the purchase order.

Break out the fine China.

Not every day the Americans get down in the muck with the likes of me.

Can't clean up the world without getting your hands dirty.

Oh! That is good. You should stitch that on a pillow.

Ugh! This guy will run his mouth all day.

Tell him you want to see the product.

So, about that Vibranium?

Oh. Oh. No foreplay, eh?

You know what? It's a waste of time anyway.

Dora Milaje spear.

Bought it off the black market for ten mil. Steep, I know. But...

Please, Tony spends $10 million on a slow Tuesday in Vegas.

Good.

Now that I know you mean business, we can move on to the good stuff.

Uh...

Where did you find all this?

What's going on here? We've been breached.

Find them and light them up.

Killmonger, you got eyes on this? Killmonger!

Sector four to sector one.

Sector four to sector one.

Killmonger, on comms. Are you seeing this?

Our quarrel is not with you, Colonel.

Oh, really? 'Cause you're sending me mixed messages.