The glow of the Stark Tower windows painted the night sky gold. From the top floor, Silvanna stood in the wide glass chamber, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the distant stars.
For the first time in years, her thoughts were not about Aurora, Vanessa, or even Juggernaut. They were about Rebecca.
Her sister.
Her blood.
And yet, she felt as though Rebecca were nothing more than a shadow lost between worlds.
Tony Stark leaned casually against his console, one hand tapping at holographic projections of dimensional signatures, the other wrapped around a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold.
"You've been pacing for twenty minutes," he said, not looking up. "You'll wear a groove in my floor."
Silvanna didn't answer. She pressed her palm against the glass, as if sheer willpower might force it to show her what she longed to see.
Finally, she spoke, her voice low.
"I can't reach her. Rebecca. No matter how far I stretch my link, no matter how hard I try—she's… gone."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Gone as in dead, or gone as in hiding from your overly protective big-sister energy?"
Silvanna turned, her crimson eyes flashing in frustration. "She isn't dead. I would know. I would feel it. But she's buried somewhere… somewhere beyond my sight. Beyond anyone's."
For a rare moment, Tony dropped the sarcasm. He studied her, the lines on his face sharper under the light of the holograms.
"Then she's in a place even I can't chart yet." He gestured at the streams of data swirling in the air. "But don't confuse unreachable with lost. There's a difference."
Silvanna clenched her fists. "You don't understand. Rebecca isn't like me. She isn't like Juggernaut, or even Vanessa. If something's keeping her hidden—it's big. Bigger than anything we've faced."
Tony finally set the mug aside and straightened. His gaze hardened, calculating.
"Then we'll find a way to get bigger."
Silvanna tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
He swiped his hand across the console. A new projection bloomed to life, lines of red connecting across an interdimensional map. Strange distortions appeared like scars across the cosmos.
"Rebecca's trail isn't on Earth. Isn't even in this universe. But energy leaves fingerprints. And if your sister's as powerful as you claim, she's leaving a trail whether she wants to or not."
Silvanna's eyes narrowed. "You think you can track her?"
Tony gave her the faintest grin, sharp and stubborn.
"Think? No. Know? Yeah. It'll take time. Resources. Probably break a few unspoken interdimensional treaties. But hey—rules were made to be bent, right?"
For the first time that night, Silvanna allowed herself to breathe. Just a little. Just enough.
"You really believe we can reach her?"
Tony stepped closer, lowering his voice so it carried only to her.
"Silvanna, I'm Tony Stark. I've built suits out of scraps in caves, faced gods with hammers, fought titans with gauntlets. If your sister's out there—and you're telling me she's the key to all this—then I'll find her."
The weight of his words steadied her. Yet deep inside, doubt gnawed.
Because Rebecca wasn't just out there. She was changing. She was hunting.
And if they did find her… Silvanna wondered if her little sister would still be the same woman she once knew.