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  Kamar Taj

  –Jack Sullivan–

  He slowly came to sciousness, his vision a blurry mess as he tried to make sense of where he was.

  His eyes snapped wide open as he attempted to sit upright, remembering what had happened before, with the A One f him to undergo a ritual. The fusion, that turo mild pain, which turo panid then pain so intehat his brain instinctively blocked the memory or sensation of it.

  “Easy now, Master Sullivan, your soul is still raw from the ritual,”

  ‘The ritual you forced me to undergo, without my sent!’ he wae at the calm voice but he just had no energy to do so. His as in banishing Bruce to the cold harshness of space meant that he had just sentenced Bruce Banner, one of the ki souls he had known, to the painful and scary sensation of being choked, even as their body tiee.

  Healing over and ain, and not dying due to the ck of oxygen or atmosphere would be one of the most painful feelings one could ever experience. A, he had no other choice at that moment.

  He did not know what to do in that situation and he ended up banishing the Hulk to space. God, he just hoped that someone rescued him o was clear that he was not going to turn himself into a gamma bomb and sink some try, or bomb it back to the stone age.

  His eyes, that were sched shut due to the blurriness, opened as he felt a cooling feeling spread throughout his body. His vision cleared, he sat upright, and was relieved to find himself in one of the rooms that they used to house the initiates.

  He looked to the side at the casually lounging A One.

  “What the hell? You gave me n.” He hissed at the Sorcerer Supreme as he sat upright on the surprisingly cold but still fortable stohe runes slightly phasing in and out of the material world clued him into the nature of the bed.

  “Master Sullivan, the sloould have taken months and it would have still left your soul unbahis was the best way. If you don’t trust me, trust the crystallisation of the knowledge left behind by all the previous Sorcerer Supremes,” The A One said and theured at the book that was staying oable between them.

  He took one look at the book and had to immediately avert his eyes. The knowledge ihat book was tantalising, to say the least.

  “Alright, how long was I out?” He asked the A One, absentmindedly flexing his powers and grinning as he felt no pain, no slowness, nothing that would indicate something wrong with his powers. It was a horrible feeling, to have woken up and then feel only pain when using the powers that had grown to bee akin to a limb when it came to trol and familiarity.

  “A little over a month, Master Sullivan,”

  “A month!?” He excimed as he stood up, restless at the thought of all the ges that must have occurred iside world. He could barely begin thinking of the sequences of the Johannesburg i alone, let alohe rest of the stuff.

  “Do the others–”

  “Yes, Master Sullivan, I took the liberty to inform the Avengers along with your allies in Wakanda about your dition and how you were undergoing recovery under my supervision. Fortunately, Nuclear Armeggadon was averted. Now, I am sure that you have a lot to catch up on.”

  He took the dismissal and stood up, clothing himself from the hammerspace he had already made for himself. It was very small but it was suffit to hold a spare ge of clothes, some camping essential along with some e Juice.

  What? He really loved e Juice, alright? Not everyone o drink Alcohol to drink away their worries.

  He was about to head out before he was stopped by the A One who snapped her fingers, causing a small ring to appear in front of him. He smiled as he saw the brand new sling ring.

  “pletely isoted from the work, as I am sure you prefer,” He looked up in shock as she casually revealed to him something that might shatter the trust that the entire Master’s body held in the Sorcerer Supreme.

  Then again, she had grown so much strohan the rest that she could afford to go against the flow and not have to worry about any possible backsh.

  “Alright. Thanks,” He said and then slid it on his fihe familiar presence of the instant teleportation artifact a f presence.

  With practiced ease, his fiwitched as a portal opened in front of him, ohat led straight to the specifi designated for his portal usage.

  He took oep forward and rolled his eyes at the expected song and dance as the guns and ons were visible to him for a fra of a sed before they were sucked into their respective wall housings.

  He walked to the door, frowning when it didn't open as he approached it. Did they fet about this point?

  His doubts were answered when he heard someone bounding towards him, as the door opeo reveal a slightly rotund someoh their kimoyo beads outstretched towards the wall.

  “Haa. haa. I am–so–so sorry. We just fot to put an ever present guard here and the system reised your portal signature but we figured this door to be opened only from the outside and only from this air gapped lock, fearing digital interfere–Ha–took me a while to run down from the Lab,”

  He smiled at the man who had apparently run all the way down here, “Thank you for your troubles. Is anybody ing?”

  “Hmm? Oh yeah, the Dora Mije ptoon should be…Ha–here soon,” THe man said iween deep breaths as he slowly sat down on the ground.

  “You should really get some exercise. I thought you guys in Wakanda had obesity sorted out?” The question was genuine because he had not seen a single morbidly obese person in all the time he had been in Wakanda, either in this life or in the movies in his past life.

  “Multiple issues with the body. Barely achieving hormonal bahe man said iween deep breaths and he nodded in uanding. Well, that was uandable.

  He looked up from the kneeling man, and grinned in relife as the familiar Dora Mije filtered into the hallway. He would not be bmed for the possible death for this person because he was really quite an anomaly, as far as he was ed.

  His breath was way too shallow, his body was quite obese but not in a normal way. He had thick gsses and more.

  “Well, let’s see what has happened,” He muttered as he was escorted to the Lab with the Royal Princess Shuri, someone who had quite a bit of o share with him.

  _____xxx____

  Paris

  –(Not)Wanda Maximoff—

  “Seriously, how long until this ends, sis?” She rolled her eyes at the daily dose of whining she received from Pietro, ever since he had picked her up from Johannesburg.

  She had taken a break from following Chthon’s pns and that was quite a relief, mainly because the amount of Chaos she had created with that siunt arently enough to sate the monster, but she k would not be enough and it was not long before she heard the monster in her head, once again.

  “Just eat the pudding, and go to sleep. We have to go see the Eiffel Tower tomorrow and then we have a flight to Switzernd. I hear it is best this time of the year,” She gently admonished him as he rawled on the sofa of her hotel room.

  It had been a little over 3 months sihe Hulk Rampage, the media called it, a very transparent way of bming the Hulk for everything if she had ever seen one.

  In the immediate aftermath of that horrible fight where she had almost lost the fight, if not for Pietro’s timely intervention, something that he never failed to remind her, she had chosen to just y low.

  She could have won using the Sceptre she had, especially with the spells she had in mind that could properly take advantage of the vast psionic advahat the Mind Stone gave her, but it would have been a pyrrhic victory at best.

  For one, she did not know why the A One had not taken an active i in hunting her down. Using an Infinity Stone would have been the fastest way of getting on her shit list. Sedly, ohon realises that he had access to an avatar who could use both Chaos Energy and an Infinity Sto hand, the question of him trying to take over her body would have been of “when”, instead of an “if”.

  The world had been in quite a teate in the month following the i, where the restru work of Johanesbury was still ongoing, when the Green Guardian had not shown his face to the outside world.

  Repeated assurances from the Avengers did nothing to assuage the fears of the on public because uhey saw the Green Avatar flying around in the sky, their fears of Aliens and outside threats would not be id to rest.

  And that was exactly what happened. One fine day, the Green Guardian just showed up in the skies above New York, then London, LA, Beijing, Shanghai, Berlin, Paris, New Delhi, and more. It was as if the man had taken some sort of world tour to make sure that all parts of the world knew about him and how he was alive ao defend them from yet ahreat.

  In the meantime, she had taken to fih the sceptre. THe sceptre, and not the Mind Stohere was a difference.

  She khat her Vision was built using the essence of whatever nasty thing was installed into the sceptre and bined with the remnants of Stark’s AI after it had gohrough who knows how many alterations at the hands of Stark and Banner.

  A, she khat the main thing that made Vision possible was the Mind Stone, and not the many other factors.

  Her fists ched mid air as the sceptre appeared in her hands, her mind ing at the thought of losing Vision or more accurately, losing the opportunity to ever see her Vision once again.

  “Whoa! Calm down, sis. I’ll go, I’ll go,” Pietro’s pletely fake panic made her roll her eyes as her hands rexed, the sceptre disappearing bato her ste.

  “Just leave. And don’t let me see another harlot in the m,” She hollered at him as he left her room, the sight of him almost stumbling like a balm to her soul.

  Over the course of the past three months, she had chosen to speime as if she were on a vacation, something that she never had the privilege of experieng ba her home universe. It was always a mission after mission, and before that, it was a struggle to get a full meal on the best of days, so it was safe to say that she was currently living her best life, from both her lives.

  Four star stays? Check. Mainly because staying at five star suites all the time without any public identity could raise questions.

  Unlimited Credit? Check. That one was the simplest. All she had to do was mind trol one of the many Oil barons of Russia and vince him that she was his winkie and he was just splurging a bit on her.

  Peak Physique? Check. Well, the stone of Eversting CHI had been the critical ingredient iual she had uaken, elevating her current body to beyond Olympic level. It was enhanced in all the ways, allowio enjoy the yummiest of foods in the most eously Ameri quantities, without ever having to worry about her health.

  The greasiest, cheesiest, burgers were never off limits for her. Red Meat? Let it e. Let it all e.

  Pietro never had to worry about anything because of his enhanced metabolism but it was o know that they could enjoy anything from anywhere, at any point of time.

  Sure, the looming sword of Chthon still lingered over her but she had chosen to ignore what she couldn’t trol and it would be the height of foolisho think that she could do anything to hurt someone on the level of Chthon, Scarlet Witch or not.

  So, there she was, in a hotel room with one of the best possible views, enjoyie night ice cream, and the wonders of good room service, after sending her brother pag.

  Mainly because she did not wish for him to see her this way.

  She sighed as the illusion was undone, revealing her bed fingers.

  She had been careful. As careful as she could be, casting a Hex of that size over Johannesburg had led to unforeseen sequences, allowing Chthon to supply her with the deficit in Chaos Energy and as she found out, that was not a good thing.

  Still, the fact that it had been so long since she had st felt his prese was a good sign. Something that she had chosen to take in stride.

  She knew her time was limited but well, let’s see what life had in store for her.

  She took one look at the i Sling Ring in her hand. She didn’t mean to hurt anyone and she had actually taken all the precautions she could so that she could avoid the wantoru but also plete her goals as well.

  O became clear that Chthon had won and she would only damage this universe more with her unwele presence, she would just open a portal straight to either the A One or Jack Sullivan, one of the few who should be able to kill her, ond for all.

  Besides, she had a hunch that her as in Johannesburg had only led to further strengthening of Jack Sullivan, and if he was not prepared to deal with Chaos Energy now, he would certainly be, by the time she was ready to surrender herself.

  She had two goals until that happened.

  Make sure that she enjoyed life and if it was at all possible, someh back Vision, NOT using her Chaos Energy,

  Sedly, make sure that Pietro is settled. Not settled as in financially or in any moary way.

  No, she had to settle his mind. Being a speedster, his mind was already proo outbursts more than normal people but she had to make sure that the sheer hatred he had of Stark was abated before she left.

  That was one of the many things she had to beat out of him before she left this reality food.

  All that was for ter Wanda though.

  The current Wanda was currently going to bich “The Office” while eating tub loads of ice cream, full fat, again.

  “Huh, Dwight was so stupid,” She muttered, pointedly trying to ighe teardrops falling down her cheeks as her mind wandered back to her leaving this world, and her brother behind, once again.

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