With the Mind Stone, Gamora finds Tony, the little Terran boy she found crawling around in her rack on Svartalfheim. She sighs, when she sees where he is, and with whom he is. She's sure hate to break Benazir's little Persian heart... So, with the Time Stone, she makes a move that will spare Benazir the memories; ALL of them...
A thousandth his normal size, Tony has scaled Lubaba Bultossa's upper legs and panties. They're both huge. He now stands at the rim of her navel. Below, her navel is deep and wide, like an asteroid crater...
She doesn't feel him. Tony never knew being insignificant could be so much fun...or steamy...
From her navel, it's a long way to her boobs. In moments like these, he'd wish he had his suit...but then he wouldn't get to savor every nth-inch of her nude front...
He braves the journey. For most of it, he doesn't need bravery. He just needs an open pair of eyes and a hard cock. Her skin is SO ebony, and his is SO clear...
He gets to her boobs. To him, it's like he's at the base of a mountain. Somehow, he starts climbing the one over her heart. It's a very long climb, and the constant thumping of her heart-which is possibly caffeine-spiked-causes minor tremors across it.
Far away and far beneath, below the nearby volcano, Magma is scuba-diving in magma, looking for something. His teammates can't imagine how he can see anything down there...although it makes a little more sense to them how the magma doesn't melt his suit, or him.
A LITTLE more sense, understand...
The New Mutants have someone named Magma. But again, she's a mutant, and not someone who wears a magma-proof exosuit...
Ms. Bultossa rests topless. She moans securely in her sleep, unaware that there's a bug-sized white boy climbing on her left boob as if it were a mountain.
Farther away, Ms. Bultossa rubs her thighs together. In her rest, she draws circles around her navel with her index finger. And she giggles. She likes having Tony on her boob; Tony can tell...
Her lips are huge. Tony wouldn't mind seeing those up close, either...
The door creaks open. Tony freezes, and his own heart does in his chest...
THIS time around, it's Gamora, rather than Benazir, who slips in. For the time being, Gamora's distracted Benazir. Alas, Benazir won't stay that way forever. So she must make her move, and be prompt...
Tony's confused. Excited, and more scared than the first time he met her...but confused. Last time he saw her, after all, she had ponytails. And she was less serious...
Carefully, Gamora plucks Tony off Ms. Bultossa, with her big green fingers. She holds Tony near-buff body on her finger. She examines him, and chuckles. "I can see that our time apart hasn't helped you grow any." She flaps her hair, and adjusts her sleeveless top. "It's Tony, isn't it?"
"Gamora?! What happened to you?! I thought I'd never see you again. What'd you do to your hair, and...where did you get those rhinestone gauntlets."
"I'll explain later. We've got to get out of here."
"No, wait! I have to...!"
Too late; Gamora squeezes her other hand, which has the Space Stone on its gauntlet, and teleports out of the room.
In their absence, and at Ms. Bultossa's bedroom door, Benazir creeps in. To Tony, she'd be titanic. But at least she's still more in-line with Tony's generation. If she could see him in the first timeline, she sure can't in this one; he's not there. She makes a disgusted noise, and passes her mother by. She just hates it when her mother shows off the mature perfection of her body, as if being married wasn't sating enough for her sexuality...
One day, she'll understand that NOTHING sates anyone's sexuality; male, female, LGBTQ, or paraphilic. But for now, she can't; she's just a country girl from Old Persia...and hardly destined to become the prime minister of the Pakistani States, let alone the premier of Sindh...