Late at night.
The Sheldon Full Assembly shot down Germaphobe Sheldon's pleas to veto Flash-Bird Sheldon's membership and to brand Adam as the ultimate archenemy.
Among the seven Standing Committee Sheldons:
- Trekkie Sheldon and Flash-Bird Sheldon? Total Adam fanboys—no question.
- Texas Sheldon? He admired his fellow Texan Adam's grit and gusto.
- Scientist Sheldon? He geeked out over Adam's sky-high IQ.
- Clown Sheldon? Loved Adam's twisty, turny, laugh-out-loud writing chops.
- Throne Sheldon? Thanks to his mom's old advice, he saw Adam and Peggy as rare true friends and kept the good vibes flowing.
And compared to Adam's playful trolling, Germaphobe Sheldon had the gall to rally a rebellion with slogans? Unacceptable!
6:1.
Germaphobe got flattened.
But they didn't push too hard—after all, Germaphobe led the Scaredy Sheldons, who made up the vast majority of Sheldon-kind. Even a cornered bunny bites, right? Germaphobe was miffed and sulky, but this was a guy terrified of airborne bacteria. His "rebellion" was all "You guys go get 'em!"—never "Follow me!" So, he caved quick, swallowing the resolution that Adam was a pal.
A massive storm fizzled out just like that.
United at last, Sheldon snoozed with a smug little smirk.
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Over on Adam's end, he had no clue about this "edge-of-your-seat" drama.
Nor did he care.
Sure, his antics were starting to mirror Howard's relentless teasing of Sheldon. But Adam's energy? Way beyond Howard's league. There'd be no petty grudges simmering in Sheldon's brain, waiting for a chance to strike back.
Take Howard vs. Sheldon:
- Parking spot feud? Sheldon snags Howard's Iron Man helmet.
- Howard's revenge? Strips down, plops on Sheldon's sacred seat, and hogs his laptop.
- Sheldon's counter? Strips too, hops in Howard's new car, and rubs himself all over it.
Eye-searing retaliation like that? Never happening with Adam.
Adam saw his ribbing as the kind of positive reinforcement Sheldon adored—just flipped. Sheldon molded others to his will; Adam? He messed with Sheldon for the sheer "Bazinga!" of it, like smacking a kid on a rainy day for kicks.
But with Adam's fat stacks of cash buffering it, this wasn't Howard's messy spiral into decades of Sheldon's spite. It was more like the fabled "tough love" perk: I'll whack you 'til you blow up, then cash-revive you right where you stand. Not picking on you—just treating you like family. At first, you'd peg me as the enemy, but after a while, with my wilder-than-wild "smacks," you'd think I'm nuts, back off, and—bam—buy into my vibe. Best buds, just like that.
Still, Adam didn't have time to obsess over how his "rainy-day kid-smacking" was landing. That was a side gig—main quest came first.
"Speaking of multiverses…" Peggy suddenly grabbed Adam's head, smirking. "If Sheldon's the Flash, who's my multiverse self?"
"Superwoman, duh," Adam mumbled through her grip.
"Why's that?" Peggy chuckled. "I was thinking Captain Marvel."
"W-what?!" Adam jerked up, staring in mock horror, his voice spiking into Sheldon territory. "How could you even think that?!"
"What's wrong with it?" Peggy blinked, surprised. "First off, Superwoman's not exactly a headliner—not on par with Justice League bigshots like the Flash. Second, multiverse stuff? The Flash zips through time and space. I figured pitting him against Marvel's top lady, Captain Marvel, and having her pound him into the dirt would be hilarious."
"That's it?" Adam pressed.
"What else would it be?" Peggy's eyes narrowed, getting weird.
"Nothing!" Adam sighed in relief.
As long as she wasn't secretly stanning Captain Marvel's… quirks.
"Captain Marvel's not your vibe!" Adam declared.
"Why not?" Peggy glanced down at herself, her gaze sharpening. "You saying I don't measure up?"
"…No!" Adam backpedaled fast. "OK, maybe a little, but not like you don't stack up to her. She doesn't stack up to you! All that… bulk, those muscles—no grace at all. Superwoman's the ultimate gorgeous badass—that's your fit. Plus, DC's drowning in multiverse lore. Superwoman and the Flash can totally hail from different universes. Her powers? She'd crush him flat—perfect for you and Sheldon!"
Peggy's stare didn't budge, screaming Keep spinning, buddy—I know you're shading my figure next to comic-book Carol.
"…I'm dead serious!" Adam's brain kicked into overdrive, his face all earnest. "I've even got a storyline cooked up: Flash Sheldon vs. Superwoman Peggy: Multiverse Showdown! Was gonna shoot a short film for you later."
"Oh?" Peggy raised a brow, noncommittal. "Let's hear it."
"Fine, here goes." Adam's superbrain fired up. No prep, no problem—under pressure, a script spun out in seconds.
"It starts way back when you and Sheldon were kids, first meeting and geeking out over multiverses. You're crushing him at chess, calling 'checkmate.' Inside Sheldon's head, Spock's voice blares, 'Red alert! Phaser cannons, fire!' Of course, in that universe, he's powerless—just flips the board in a rage when you say, 'Guess I'm the smart one.' You're shocked, ticked off, and clench your fists.
Right then, your multiverse selves sync up.
Sheldon's Spock-self legit orders phaser cannons to blast a pair of fists rocketing in at lightspeed. Yep—that's Superwoman Peggy, classic Superman pose, fists-first, shrugging off lasers like nothing. You smash through the ship's core, killing the cannons dead.
Floating in the void, you peer through the wrecked ship's window. That jerk who just pissed you off? He's toast—wreathed in flames. A sly smirk curls your lips.
Then—zap!—sparks and lightning. Flash Sheldon zooms in from another universe, snagging Spock-Sheldon and bolting.
Your grin widens. There's your real target: Flash Sheldon!
He runs, you chase—matching his speed no sweat. He clocks you're after him, ditches Spock-Sheldon, and hops a wormhole. But those portals? Too slow for you. You tail him across universes, catch up easy, and jog alongside, tossing him a cheeky side-smile.
Flash Sheldon's hair stands on end—he's ready to bolt again. Too late. You slam a fist into the void, raw power ripping open a wormhole. He's frozen, debating the jump, when you grab him and yeet him through.
As a multiverse-hopping vet, you aimed that punch-portal at the Alien universe. Flash Sheldon lands, and bam—swarmed by xenomorphs. A facehugger latches on, and he's screaming, 'Help! It's eating my face!'
Cut to you in your red cape, legs crossed, lounging in a chair. One black heeled boot taps the floor. You watch the TV screen tracking Alien-verse Sheldon's meltdown, a slow, satisfied smirk creeping up your left cheek…"
(End of Chapter) 😎💪