A/N : here your bonus chapter.
40 power stone = 1 chapter.
Give me more power stones if you want more chapters.
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Steve remained silent, his eyes shifting toward Tony. With everything that had just happened—Natasha, the Stone, the grief still suffocating them—it was clear he had completely forgotten about the promise Tony once made… and that Allen would eventually come to collect it.
"Yeah… it's complicated," Tony said, rubbing his face tiredly. "Long story short, they're time travelers. Or something like that. We met them in the past."
"Time travelers?" Bruce echoed, his eyes moving toward Allen, Raviel, and Mikaela—then to the nearly transparent door behind them that had just sealed itself shut before fading out of existence.
Tony exhaled sharply before looking back at Allen, irritation slipping into his voice.
"And Allen? You picked a really bad time to show up."
"Oh… I'm sorry for that. My condolences," Allen said, lowering his voice as if in sympathy. "So… may I know who exactly died here?"
The curiosity in his tone didn't quite match the somber atmosphere. He was clearly pretending not to know.
No one answered immediately.
Tony finally exhaled, the weight of it pressing against his chest. "It's Natasha," he said quietly. "She was our teammate."
The words came out softer than usual. For once, there was no sarcasm, no deflection—just grief.
"Natasha?" Allen repeated, tilting his head slightly. Then, lowering his voice just a bit, he added, "Wait… is she the Scarlett Johansson version? Because if she is, that's seriously tragic. A woman that beautiful dying like that?"
He glanced sideways at Raviel, as if asking for confirmation.
Raviel gave a small nod. "Yes. It's that version."
Allen let out a low whistle.
"Ah… damn. That's such a waste," he muttered—loud enough for everyone to hear. "A woman that beautiful and sexy, gone just like that. I was actually hoping to meet her someday."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Tony blinked slowly, like his brain needed a second to process what it had just heard.
Thor's expression darkened instantly, fingers twitching as if he was one second away from summoning Stormbreaker and teaching Allen a very permanent lesson.
Bruce looked caught between confused and offended.
Steve's jaw tightened, his posture shifting—protective, tense.
And Clint—
Clint looked like he might actually lunge forward and punch Allen in the face. The grief inside him had not even settled, and now this stranger was talking about Natasha like she was some celebrity cameo.
The grief in the air didn't disappear.
But now it was mixed with something else.
Disbelief.
Tony cleared his throat, forcing himself to move. Okay. This was spiraling. Fast.
He started stepping toward Allen, clearly intending to drag him, Raviel, and Mikaela somewhere far away from the emotionally unstable super-soldiers and gods currently present.
But before Tony could say a word—
Raviel spoke.
"Well… if you're that interested in the girl," she said lightly, smiling at Allen, "I could bring her back for you."
Her voice wasn't loud.
In fact, it was almost casual.
But every single person on that dock heard it.
Perfectly.
The world seemed to freeze.
Thor's saw that there seemed to be new hope for them.
Bruce's breathing stopped for half a second.
Steve's eyes snapped toward Raviel.
Clint slowly turned his head.
"What," he said quietly, dangerously, "did you just say?"
"Is that true? What you just said—can you really bring her back?" Clint asked urgently as he rushed toward Raviel.
But before he could get close—
"Petrificus Totalus."
Allen cast the spell without hesitation.
A flash of light shot toward Clint, freezing him instantly. His body went rigid, and just like when Tony and Steve had first encountered Allen—
Brukk.
He fell flat onto the dock.
"Okay," Allen said coolly, his tone shifting into something far more dominant. "Don't get close to my woman without permission."
He clearly didn't like what had just happened. And Clint rushing forward in that unstable, grief-driven state only made it worse in his eyes.
Tony and Steve, seeing Clint hit the ground exactly the same way they once had, could only shake their heads.
At the same time, both of them quickly stepped in to block Thor and Bruce, who were seconds away from charging Allen.
Stormbreaker hummed faintly in Thor's grip—he had just summoned the axe, lightning beginning to flicker along its edge.
Bruce's hands were already half-curled into fists, his breathing growing heavier.
"Okay, calm down," Steve said firmly, positioning himself between them. "Clint's fine. He's just frozen. He's not hurt."
Tony nodded quickly. "Trust me. We've been there. It wears off."
Steve's gaze swept across everyone, steady and commanding.
"And I would really appreciate it if nobody starts a fight here."
Tony quickly stepped closer to Allen, lowering his voice slightly but keeping his tone controlled.
"Okay. You three should follow me," he said, gesturing toward the compound. "We can talk inside."
His eyes flicked briefly toward Raviel and Mikaela, then back to Allen—clearly trying to de-escalate.
"Cap, I'm leaving this out here to you," Tony added as he moved, trusting Steve to keep Thor and Bruce from turning the dock into a battlefield.
Steve gave a short nod without looking away from Thor and Bruce.
Allen didn't resist.
For now, he simply followed Tony toward the compound. After all, he had come all this way for something specific—and he expected Tony to hand over what he had been searching for.
Behind them, Raviel and Mikaela followed calmly.
Bruce looked like he wanted to approach Raviel and start asking questions immediately, but Steve quickly stepped in front of him.
"Bruce, we shouldn't rush this," Steve said firmly. "If what she said is true—if she really can bring Natasha back—then we need to talk properly. No aggression."
Bruce paused… then nodded slowly. "You're right, Steve."
He turned his attention to Clint instead, crouching down to check on him directly.
"You too, Thor," Steve added without looking away.
"Fine, fine…" Thor muttered, though he was clearly still tense. He glanced at Bruce. "Banner, how is Clint?"
Bruce examined Clint carefully. "I can't sense anything wrong. It's like his body is completely locked. Cap, are you sure he'll return to normal?"
There was curiosity in Bruce's voice despite the situation. The strange magic fascinated him.
"Yeah," Steve replied. "Tony and I got hit with the same spell before. It just makes your body feel like stone. That's all."
"Hmmm. Let me take a look," Thor said, stepping closer. "I do possess knowledge of magic."
Bruce shifted aside to give him space.
Thor examined Clint, sensing the lingering energy.
"Hmmm… it feels like a curse," Thor said thoughtfully. "But a harmless one. It merely freezes the body—like turning a man into a statue."
"Can you do something about it?" Bruce asked. He clearly didn't want Clint stuck like that for hours.
"Very well. I shall attempt something," Thor said.
He placed two fingers against Clint's arm and channeled a controlled surge of Asgardian lightning through him.
A sharp crackle of energy snapped through the air.
Clint's body jolted—
And suddenly he gasped, stumbling forward as control returned to his limbs. He caught himself, breathing hard.
Thor lowered his hand calmly.
"Haha. It worked," Thor said with quiet confidence. "It would seem a touch of Asgardian magic resolves the matter."
"What—what happened?" Clint muttered, gripping his arms as if making sure he could still move. His eyes darted around. "Where did they go?"
He tried to straighten up fully—
But Steve immediately placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Clint, listen to me," Steve said steadily. "You rushed them. You were desperate and you moved too fast. From their perspective, it looked like you were about to attack."
Clint's jaw tightened.
"So they froze you," Steve continued. "Not to hurt you. Just to stop you."
Bruce crossed his arms, studying Clint carefully. "You were completely immobilized. No physical damage."
Thor nodded once. "A harmless binding spell. Though irritating."
Clint looked toward the compound, where Tony had taken Allen and the others inside.
"They said… she could bring her back," Clint said quietly.
Hope flickered again.
Fragile.
Dangerous.
Steve didn't remove his hand from Clint's shoulder.
"I know," he said softly. "I'm also hoping for that. We all are."
Clint, hearing that, nodded. "Hmm… sorry. You're right, Cap. We all really do want Nat back," Clint said.
"Okay, okay, Cap… can you now tell us how you met them? I'm a little curious about the adventure you went through back then," Thor said, clearly interested.
Hearing that, Steve nodded and began telling them what happened when he and Tony went to the year 1970—how they ended up meeting Allen, Raviel, and Mikaela there.
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Meanwhile, inside the compound, Tony led Allen down into his lab.
True to their agreement, Tony had prepared everything.
A secured case sat on the table. Inside it—arranged neatly—were all the promised items: a full data copy of JARVIS, renamed as Wenesday A.I., his own creation… complete research files on nanotech… a sample of the Extremis virus… and the schematics and core design of the Arc Reactor.
Everything.
Even so, Tony's hand felt incredibly heavy as he held the case.
"Thanks, Tony. Now you can let go of it," Allen said with a clear, satisfied smile.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Tony muttered, finally releasing his grip on the suitcase. "By the way—what exactly do you need all this for?" he asked, genuine curiosity slipping into his voice.
"Well," Allen replied casually, "I need these to give to my other women. They're in another world right now. That world is pretty dangerous for normal people, so I came here to collect these. At least with this, they'll be able to protect themselves."
Tony slowly turned his head toward the couch across the lab.
Raviel and Mikaela were sitting there comfortably, watching a movie on the large screen like none of this was a big deal.
"Other women?" Tony repeated. "So what, you've got some kind of harem or something?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"And how dangerous is this world you're talking about, exactly?" Tony asked, his tone now clearly intrigued about this "other world."
"Well, yeah that's how it is." Allen replied calmly, about the harem, "it's not more dangerous than this world. But over there, it's dangerous in a different way. There are viruses, parasites, and fungi that can turn people into something like zombies."
Tony blinked.
"Wait, what… Zombies? You mean like in movies or games? Like Resident Evil?" he asked.
Allen nodded casually. "Yeah. That world is basically the world of a game called Resident Evil."
Tony stared at him.
"What the hell… So you're telling me Resident Evil is real? And Leon and Chris are actual people?" Tony said, now genuinely shocked.
"But how is that even possible?" Tony asked, still clearly struggling to process it.
"And what about Hogwarts? Is that world real too?" he added, glancing toward Mikaela—who looked suspiciously like a certain Hollywood actress.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Wait. Don't tell me Mikaela is the Megan Fox version from Transformers," Tony said, now sounding like he was deliberately copying Allen's earlier tone.
Allen simply nodded, smiling.
"Yeah. Hogwarts is real. And Mikaela does come from the Earth where Transformers exists," Allen replied casually. "Though that world is kind of mixed with a few other movies too."
Tony just stared at him.
"So let me get this straight," he said slowly. "You're telling me fictional franchises are actual parallel universes…"
Allen's smile didn't fade.
"Something like that."
Hearing Allen's confirmation, Tony suddenly felt something unfamiliar creep into his thoughts.
Doubt.
If worlds like Resident Evil, Hogwarts, and Transformers were real somewhere out there… then what did that make him?
Especially when he remembered something Allen had said before.
That he looked like someone named Robert.
For a brief second, Tony wondered—
Was he real?
Or was he just a character in someone else's comic book? Someone else's movie?
"Hey," Allen said, noticing the shift in Tony's expression. "Why are you looking like that? Don't tell me you're doubting your own existence now."
Tony didn't answer immediately.
"Well, I hope not," Allen continued, his tone calm but firm. "And don't overthink whether you're real or not. The answer is obviously yes."
Tony exhaled slowly.
Some of the tension in his shoulders eased.
He looked at Allen again, this time with a faint, steadier expression.
"Yeah," Tony muttered. "Right. Real. Genius. Billionaire. Still me."