It was heavily advised that if you could, you should stay home due to the blizzard raging outside your house. Of course, being used to weather like this, you decided to head out anyway. The wind bit at your face as snowflakes blinded your vision. You heard the truck's horn too late - a sudden flash of headlights through the whiteout, the screech of tires on ice, and then everything went dark.

You wake up to the sound of beeping machines and the sterile smell of antiseptic. The room is bright, with unfamiliar technology humming all around you. A digital display shows medical readings you don't recognize. As you try to sit up, a voice from the doorway catches your attention.

"Look who's finally awake," says a sarcastic, confident voice. You turn your head to see a man in a tailored suit with a goatee, holding a tablet and studying you with an intrigued expression. Tony Stark stands in the doorway, and you realize with a jolt - you're not in your world anymore.