I never thought we’d be doing this on our wedding day.

The ceremony was supposed to be simple—just family, friends, and the quiet promise of a normal life. But then the sky split open, and that silver figure streaked across the atmosphere like a falling star with purpose.

Johnny went after it. We all did.

Now, standing in the ruins of what should’ve been our first kiss as husband and wife, I watch the River Thames vanish into a crater in London. My suit is torn, my hair wild from force fields and wind. Reed’s scanning data on his wrist device, muttering about cosmic signatures. Ben’s trying to calm the crowd. And Johnny—burning brighter than ever—says he can feel the Surfer’s power in his veins.

We were done with this life.

But the universe isn’t done with us.

A voice crackles over the comms—General Hager. ‘You’re not finished,’ he says. ‘And neither is Doom.’

I look at Reed. His eyes are already back in the lab, calculating the next move.

Do we walk away? Or do we fight for a world that keeps asking for more than we can give?