More power stone, more power stone more more.
.......
Right now, Allen was fully focused on playing League of Legends with Tony.
And how exactly they ended up doing this inside Stark's lab?
Yeah. Let's not question it. Very clearly the author's plot. xd
Tony leaned forward in his chair, eyes locked on the massive holographic screen projected from his system.
"Okay, why is this little yordle with a cannon so broken?" Tony complained while rapidly clicking. "This is unbalanced. I demand a patch."
Allen didn't even glance at him. "Skill issue."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
Tony scoffed. "I built advanced A.I., clean energy tech, and nano-armor. And you're telling me I can't handle a cartoon hamster with a rocket launcher?"
"Apparently all your achievements can't help you defeat the players here. Just admit it—you're a noob, Tony," Allen replied calmly while securing another kill.
A notification flashed across the screen.
You have slain an enemy.
Tony stared at him. "Hey… did you just steal my kill?"
Allen smirked. "We call that strategic contribution."
On the couch, Raviel and Mikaela casually watched the two of them argue over a MOBA match like this was completely normal.
Inside the lab of one of the smartest men alive—
Tony Stark was yelling about cooldown timers, mostly because he had just died again.
"Damn it," Tony muttered in protest. Then he glanced sideways at Allen. "By the way… is your wife actually serious when she says she can really bring Natasha back?"
His tone was lighter than before, but there was real weight behind the question. This was the perfect moment to ask—while everything felt relaxed.
Allen simply nodded, eyes still focused on the match.
"Yeah, of course. My wife is a god," he replied casually, destroying one of the enemy turrets before immediately rotating to steal several jungle monsters.
Tony blinked.
"A god? What do you mean—a god like Thor?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Allen shook his head.
"No, not like Thor. Thor's more like… a long-living Asgardian with powerful abilities," he said casually, eyes still on the screen. "My wife, Raviel… she's different. You could say she's more like God in those Morgan Freeman movies."
Tony slowly turned his head toward Raviel.
She was still sitting calmly on the couch, legs crossed, watching the screen like none of this was unusual.
Damn… Tony thought. Does that mean that beautiful girl is basically omnipotent?
He looked back at Allen.
"And you're telling me she's just sitting there watching us argue about cooldown timers?" Tony muttered.
Allen shrugged. "She enjoys simple things too," he said casually. "And the best part? She'd do absolutely anything for me," he added, glancing toward Raviel, who was still watching TV with Mikaela.
Right on cue, Raviel looked over at them—and gave a faint smile.
Tony immediately snapped his gaze back to the screen.
"…Okay. That's slightly terrifying," he muttered.
A second passed.
"And you, Allen? You are one insanely lucky bastard."
"True," Allen replied without even denying it.
Tony went quiet after that.
His fingers were still moving over the controls, but his mind clearly wasn't focused on the game anymore. What he really wanted… was help.
Help to bring Natasha back.
But he hesitated.
He had already given Allen everything from their deal. The A.I., the tech, the reactor data. He didn't have anything left to bargain with.
And Tony Stark hated asking for something when he had nothing to offer in return.
For once, the genius billionaire didn't know what to say.
"I know why you're asking," Allen said casually, eyes still locked on the screen. "You want me to ask my wife to bring Natasha back, right? Man, you guys really like making things complicated. So much drama."
Tony didn't interrupt.
"And don't worry about it," Allen continued calmly. "I'll help you with that."
Right then, the match ended.
VICTORY.
"Yes… finally won," Allen said with satisfaction as the word flashed across the monitor.
Honestly, he was a little curious about Natasha himself. It would be a waste for someone that beautiful to stay dead. Maybe he'd wooing her a little when she came back.
Tony leaned back in his chair.
"You're saying that now," he muttered, "but earlier you literally hit Clint with one of your curses."
"Hey," Allen replied without hesitation, "blame him. He tried to approach my wife like that. What did he expect?"
Tony exhaled, but there was clear relief in his expression now.
"…Still. Thanks. For this—we'll owe you."
Allen shrugged.
"Relax. Just keep your people from charging at my wife again."
Tony nodded when he heard that.
"I will."
"Good. Then I'll talk to my wife about it," Allen said as he stood up from the computer and walked toward Raviel, who was sitting with Mikaela.
Tony followed behind him, curiosity clearly written on his face. He wanted to see with his own eyes how Raviel would bring Natasha back.
Allen gently lifted Raviel from her seat and sat down, placing her comfortably on his lap. Mikaela, seeing that, casually took one of Allen's arms and wrapped it around herself before returning her attention to the TV.
"Hehe~ are you two done playing your game, dear?" Raviel asked sweetly.
"More or less," Allen replied. Then he leaned closer, his lips near Raviel's ear. "About Natasha… can you help me? I want to meet her."
"Hmmm, of course," Raviel answered without hesitation.
She casually snapped her fingers.
The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. A subtle chill spread through the air, enough for Tony to feel it clearly. Then, just as quickly, the room returned to normal.
Tony blinked.
In the next second—
A body appeared out of nowhere and collapsed onto the floor.
Natasha.
She lay there motionless, exactly as she had been at the moment of her death—despite the fact that her body should have remained in the past.
Tony's chest tightened at the sight.
Before he could even move—
Natasha's eyes snapped open.
She drew in a deep, sharp breath.
"Okay, everything's done, babe," Raviel said lightly. "Now… where's my kiss?"
Allen chuckled. "Of course. Come here."
He leaned in and kissed Raviel's red lips while she sat comfortably on his lap.
"I want one too," Mikaela said playfully.
"Yeah? Come here then," Allen replied, turning slightly to kiss Mikaela as well.
Meanwhile, Natasha was still on the floor, trying to process what had just happened.
Wasn't she supposed to be dead?
Her last memory was the fall… the wind rushing past her… the impact she never felt.
She slowly pushed herself up onto her elbows, breathing steady but confused.
Her eyes landed on the three people casually kissing on the couch like this was completely normal.
Natasha blinked.
"…Am I in heaven?" she muttered under her breath.
But something felt off.
Why was there a ridiculously handsome guy casually making out with two beautiful women on a couch? And why did this place look exactly like Tony's lab—the one he used for research back at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base?
"Natt."
Tony's voice cut through her confusion.
Natasha's head snapped toward him.
"Stark??" she said, still disoriented. "Are you dead too?"
Tony let out a short laugh. "Yeah, no. I'm very much alive. And Agent Romanoff—you just came back from the dead."
Natasha froze.
"…How?" she asked, pushing herself up to sit properly. "That red floating guy said it was impossible. He said once one of us sacrificed ourselves, there was no coming back."
Her expression hardened as the memory resurfaced.
The cliff.
The bargain.
The price.
Tony answered Natasha, saying, "Well, about that—you can thank an acquaintance I met in the past for bringing you back from death," he said, glancing toward Allen and the two women who were still kissing.
"Cough… cough… hey, how long are you three going to keep kissing like that? And if you want to continue, I wouldn't mind giving you a private room later," Tony added dryly.
Hearing that, Allen immediately pulled away. "Ahhh… sure, sure… but I'll definitely take you up on that private room offer later," he replied casually.
Natasha, hearing all of that, slowly stood up and looked toward Tony and the three strangers he had mentioned.
"So, Tony," Natasha said, crossing her arms slightly, "are you going to introduce me to your three new friends?"
Hearing that, Tony quickly stepped forward and introduced Allen, Raviel, and Mikaela properly. He briefly explained what had happened in the past—and how Allen had asked Raviel to bring Natasha back.
After listening to the explanation, Natasha looked at the three of them.
"Thank you, Allen. Oh—and I'm Natasha Romanoff. You can just call me Natasha," she said as she introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you too, Natasha," Allen replied casually. "But you don't need to thank me. The one who brought you back is my wife, Raviel."
He lowered his gaze slightly toward Raviel, who was sitting sweetly on his lap.
Hearing that, Natasha turned to Raviel.
"Thank you for bringing me back. I don't even know what else to say. I am indebted to you, and if you have a special request that I can do for you, I will certainly do it to repay this debt," Natasha said sincerely, well, this is certainly because from her life experience she also knows that if she receives something, there is a price to pay.
Raviel smiled gently.
"Hm, it's nothing. That was just a small thing for me," she said honestly. "However, if you have some time, I'd like you to spend a little of it going on a date with my husband."
Tony immediately took a step back, clearly surprised by the straightforward request.
Allen simply shrugged, as if this was completely normal.
As for Mikaela—she was already in the same boat as them, so she remained silent. And even if she wanted to protest, it would probably be pointless. In the end, it would only make things harder for herself later—especially when she was alone with Allen in bed.
Natasha looked slightly confused by Raviel's words, but after a brief pause, she nodded calmly.
"Sure. That's not a problem," she answered. After everything she had just been through, a simple date didn't seem like an unreasonable request at all.
After that, they continued talking for a while longer. The tension in the room slowly eased, replaced by something lighter—almost normal.
Eventually, they all left the lab together.
As they stepped out into the hallway, they ran into the rest of the Avengers—Rocket, Nebula, Rhodey, Bruce, Steve, Thor, Scott, and Clint—who were walking toward the building, chatting among themselves.
Clint was the first to freeze.
His eyes locked onto her.
"N–Natt?" he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Is that… you?"
Natasha tilted her head slightly, a faint smile forming on her lips.
"Hey. Of course it's me. Who else would it be?" she replied. Then her eyes softened just a little. "Why do you look like such a mess, Clint?"
The moment Clint saw her clearly, he didn't hesitate.
He rushed forward—followed closely by the others—and pulled Natasha into a tight embrace, his shoulders shaking as he broke down.
"Nat, is this really you?'…" he muttered, his voice cracking as he held her. "You're really here…"
Natasha let out a soft breath but wrapped her arms around him anyway, "Yeah, I should say it over and over again so you'll believe me.".
Thor strode over next, his booming laugh echoing through the hallway.
"Ha! I told you, did I not? I said there would be a way to bring Natasha back!" Thor declared proudly as he threw his massive arms around both Clint and Natasha, nearly crushing them.
One by one, the others joined in—Steve with a relieved smile, Bruce looking like he could finally breathe again, even Rocket grumbling something that suspiciously sounded like, "Yeah, yeah, group hug, whatever."
For a brief moment, it was chaos.
But it was warm.
After they finally pulled apart, Clint wiped his face and turned toward Allen.
He stepped forward, more serious now.
"Thank you," Clint said sincerely. "And… I'm sorry. For earlier."
There was no hesitation in his voice this time—only gratitude.
Allen simply waved a hand casually.
"It's fine," he said with a relaxed smile. "You were emotional. I get it."
........
After all the emotional chaos, the next day arrived.
Tony, Rocket, and Bruce returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. lab, fully focused on designing a new Infinity Gauntlet using Tony's nanotech. The rest of the team gathered in the room, watching the process unfold with tense anticipation.
Metal shifted and formed seamlessly under Tony's command. Nanotech plates locked into place, reshaping themselves into a powerful gauntlet built to withstand unimaginable energy.
One by one, the six Infinity Stones were carefully set into their slots.
The room felt heavier with each stone added.
Everyone could feel it.
Everyone except Nebula.
She had quietly slipped away earlier, unnoticed, moving toward the time machine platform. While the others were distracted, she began accessing the system—opening a gateway meant to bring Thanos' forces into the future.
Back in the lab, the final stone locked into place.
A low hum filled the air.
And then—
"BOOOM!!"
Rocket suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.
The entire room jumped.
Tony nearly dropped the gauntlet.
Rocket burst out laughing. "Hahahaha! You should've seen your face!"
Tony shot him a glare. "I swear, one of these days I'm installing a mute button on you."
Bruce adjusted his glasses, exhaling slowly. "Can we maybe not startle the guy holding all six Infinity Stones?"
The Infinity Gauntlet now sat on the table, all six stones glowing with terrifying energy. The room felt heavy—tense—like the air itself might crack.
Allen, meanwhile, looked completely relaxed.
He was sitting comfortably on a reinforced chair, Raviel and Mikaela both resting on his lap as if this were just another casual afternoon. One arm draped loosely around Raviel's waist, the other around Mikaela's shoulder.
He glanced at the gauntlet.
Then at the Avengers.
"So," Allen said lazily, "who wants to snap their fingers?"
Everyone turned to look at him.
Tony blinked. "You're way too calm about this. And also… why are you even here?"
Allen shrugged. "I just don't want to miss the main event. I'm also a little curious about what you're planning to do with those stones."
He looked at the gauntlet again and commented casually, "You said they can grant any wish with a snap, right? So if I snap my fingers while wearing it… can I get the most delicious pizza in existence?"
Tony slowly dragged a hand down his face and shook his head. "I cannot believe you're asking that right now."
Steve ignored the comment entirely and focused on the gauntlet. "We all know what this could cost."
Thor stepped forward again. "I would do it."
"NO!!" Almost everyone stopped him at once before he could get any closer to the gauntlet.
"Why? Why are you stopping me?" Thor protested.
"Because, buddy," Tony said firmly, "if you snap, we don't know what it'll do to you."
"Hey, I'm the strongest Avenger. Do you not know what runs through my veins right now?" Thor shot back.
"Cheese sandwiches," Rhodey muttered dryly, eyeing Thor's current physique.
Thor glared at him for a second before looking back at Tony. "Lightning," he corrected.
"Thor, you won't survive if you're the one who snaps," Bruce said seriously. Then he continued, "The radiation is mostly gamma. It's like… I was made for this."
Clint crossed his arms. "And what happens after? You think you just walk it off?"
The tension rose again—thick and suffocating.
Meanwhile, Mikaela leaned lightly against Allen's chest, watching everything with quiet curiosity. Raviel remained serene, completely unbothered by the cosmic-level power sitting only a few feet away.
Allen gently rested his chin on Raviel's shoulder.
At that moment, Natasha entered the room, carrying a glass of juice. She walked straight toward Raviel and handed it to her.
"Thanks," Raviel said softly.
Natasha nodded, then moved to stand beside her teammates, glancing at the heated argument unfolding in front of her.
"Did I miss something?" she asked.
Allen answered from his seat, tone casual as ever.
"You came at the perfect time. Your friends are currently arguing about who wants to snap their fingers."