- Fourth wall...? Peter had been frowning since they began to try to explain the relationship between the reality they came from and the reality they were in now.

- I imagine that's how he got the knowledge about who we are. - Scarlett commented after a flood of information from the point of view of comic book characters. - Who created it in our reality has allowed it to communicate directly with its readers, and in this way Wade has gained access to what most of you would never dream of being able to understand.

- But we also have comics! And our stories are definitely not the same as what we read in them. - Said Morgan, who, despite liking the actors he just met, really hated the idea of his life being defined by cruel writers somewhere in the multiverse. She remained on Robert's lap, hugging him, looking so natural to both of them that no one came close to being surprised.

- This is probably linked to the fact that what happens here is related to the Marvel cinematic universe and not to the comics. - Jeremy replied as he scanned the landscape in front of the Avengers headquarters from the balcony, his vision had shifted to such a degree since arriving on this other planet Earth that he was not yet able to get used to.

- As if that would clarify much ...- The youngest among the Starks grunted in disgust. - The way you're talking makes it seem like my father died because some director in your world wanted him to have a dramatic farewell.

Those who until recently in the lives of actors did not exist with anything far beyond fiction could not help but believe that such an assumption made more sense with each passing second, as if their choices suddenly ceased to be genuine and everything they believed in turned to be a mere creation another human being. How different would their lives have been without this interference? Would Peter's parents have died, as did his uncle Ben and his mentor Anthony? Would Harley's father abandon him? Would Pepper's love for Tony last? Would Lin be tortured? Would a radioactive spider empower Parker?

- I don't think we influenced this place this way. - Tom said attracting everyone's attention. Among them, Hiddleston apparently had the most familiarity with the reality in question and the Earth from which he came, so his word came to sound the closest to some truth. - It seems to me that, somehow, we just reproduce the history of this world as it has already happened, we can't change the events that brought you here, we just follow the plot and tell what happens here to our audience.

- Nobody has proof of that. - Harley noted almost in a whisper, his mind working ceaselessly to come up with coherent answers that would not direct his hatred toward these people.

- What year are you from? - Chris Evans asked with a wry smile.

- 2027. Why?

- Because we are in 2019. We do not influence your choices so directly, as you are in what will be the future of our characters even before we choose to follow that path. - That man's expressions differed so much from Steve's that the three of them already knew it was even hard to stare at him.

Natasha and Chris (this one didn't seem to be having a heart attack like the other) exchanged a knowing look, for her that was the mirror image of her husband and not the Lord Perfection that the other Rogers turned out to be. Evans, as well as that Captain's correspondent, felt a certain connection with his wife from elsewhere in the multiverse, and suddenly an urge to kiss her came, though seeing Robert's wife in that woman's body paralyzed his instincts.

- I swear if you hold on I'll get up, find some armor and punch your perfect teeth, Evans. - He threatened Robert himself in whispers after noticing the growing sexual tension between them.

The other actor just raised his hands in surrender forming a mischievous smile on his face just to tease, at no point did he really give in to an attraction caused by the direct influence of someone's existence he should never have known. It wasn't entirely his impulse to take Iron Woman's lips, it was just her husband's feeling taking place in his own mind.

-I don't remember a Lin Stark at Marvel, so of course you have no responsibility for what is happening now, just as you don't know how to prevent that thing from killing us all. - Deadpool noted as he snuggled a little closer to Ryan's lap.

- "Lin Stark" is a woman's project, it already exists in our world even though it is not official. - Saying it out loud sparked an uncomfortable doubt in Tom.

-And what happens to our world if Lin doesn't become official to you? Or worse, if she becomes official and someone decides that our death and Nemesis's victory are more lucrative traits for a good creation? Don't get me wrong, but I don't see why ordinary humans without any special skills would come here without the certainty that everyone would return without risk and victory.

And here was Harley putting into words in front of everyone the sudden uncertainty that had come to Hiddleston the moment he finished his last sentence. Indeed, following the line of reasoning they showed, if the story told that everyone would die it would be a reflection of the fact that everyone here died.

As everyone was silent about the new finding on a couch not far from the actors and characters, Chris Hemsworth realized that he no longer felt any pain or visualized hallucinations. On the contrary, even his muscles that had previously distorted in such a way that it seemed difficult not to scream now no longer bothered him. He felt like a god, which could only mean one thing: Thor was dead.

With his conscience no longer disturbed it was possible for him to notice the presence of Benedict by his side with a careful expression and Elizabeth who was almost as close as the other. One was his assurance that his body would not yield to the conditions of his correspondent's body, while the other was his salvation if his mind refused to return to itself and followed the same path as that of the god of thunder. He raised his hands, opening and closing them, testing his new perspective and trying to get his circulation back to normal, not that there was anything normal with what just happened, but all seemed well for now.

Spider-Man's gaze fell on the recovering man, they had already warned him of what his discomfort meant and he could not help feeling bad about what his return warned. One of the strongest pieces among those willing to fight was lost before the real confrontation began and besides, which certainly weighed even more, was the fact that someone close to the point of almost considering him a friend left without being able to do so. Nothing to save you. Everyone was lost ...

-Any of you could come back with one of us ...- Halrey heard her own suggestion even before assessing the chances that it could actually change the end result. - Going to your reality with someone who proves what's going on can help convince your superiors that they can develop something amazing with whatever was written and with that woman.

The idea was considered and no one was able to offer a more promising solution. The Original would not wait long, if they intended to act this was the time to do so! After all, they didn't know if they could do anything else that would make a real difference in the seconds between war and calm.

(...)

Loki has always known that power causes him great fascination, just as some powerful people do, but Nemesis was definitely an appeal to all that he had ever dreamed. Wherever the divine being was, it could cause his body to respond institutionally to its favor and nothing attracted him more than she in any of its forms. When he returned to his queen with responsibility for the death of his brother in his hands it was that unquestioning sense of devotion that the god let her notice in himself, choosing not to hide that her control over his body was broken, but at the same time he became so numbly loyal that his intentions would not arouse suspicion at best.

In her expressions, he saw pride as he approached and no form of hostility was shown. The Original seemed to accept him better now, as if the elimination Thor was a missing piece for her trust to be earned. Under any circumstances to see her making room on the throne for him to sit beside her would have made him feel like the most amazing creature ever, and that was how he made her believe he was feeling. But even this new acceptance was not enough that he could touch her the way he wanted, even side by side there was still no opening to do what he really longed to do with that woman.

The jotun shared his seat after a respectful bow, and for a moment as he contemplated the sight of his place he thought he had indeed lived to gain such a position. The feeling was wonderful. Nemesis shared his power with him without forcing him this time, she allowed him to look around the world the way she did and never before has the god seen such a simple phenomenon as life so beautifully. His queen offered him a post that as king would elevate him to the third place among the most incredibly powerful beings that ever existed anywhere in this universe and all others. Other than the creature responsible for being alive, no other being would have a chance to subdue them. Everything and everyone would be their possessions and there would be no limit to what they could do. It is a pity that for the trickster prince the worst choices attracted him the most.

Before the next step was taken he met the eyes of his current partner letting her realize his intentions and back off if he wanted to. Whether it was just to avoid being killed or if it was a reflection of what he would do if Lin was still there, Loki couldn't answer at that moment, but it could be said that Original's surprised expression of understanding was as close to a human gesture as he was. You have seen her doing it. When she returned his wish in the same way it was almost possible for the king to smile, though he was not really prepared for what would come next.

His lips clashed hard and their bodies moved in sync, one of his hands gripping her hair as the other brought her closer and placed her legs open on his lap. Her mouth moved to his neck sucking him, licking him and kissing him. The divine being arched its head back almost as if it were tickling and clutched at its shoulders as if it did not know what to do with the confusion of sensations that unleashed. In fact, it was to be expected that no one had touched her as he concentrated on doing now, but beyond that even the jotun could not have proven at any other time what she was causing him. His magical core was completely evolved by hers, and the woman's massive energy covered him with a care that led to an almost incomprehensible ecstasy, not just carnal lust, even the smallest fibers that made them who they seemed to intertwine.

The thought that they could do this on a more comfortable surface came to fruition with some consistency in the male mind and without noticing its infinite possibilities, reality immediately began to mold itself to fulfill his request. Loki pushed himself to turn her on the soft bed that had formed beneath her legs, and for mere seconds it seemed too real to her to be in Asgard's royal quarters, but there were more important things to pay attention to now.

Quickly grasping how he always did Nemesis took more liberty in touching him and what it gave him could have made him come instantly, but original's own probable interference didn't allow that to happen. It is not known whose command came from, but in a moment their clothes had already disappeared and the god's exploration went to lower regions. One thing he could never possibly stop believing no matter what happened was how terribly perfect and attractive this creature was. His tongue tasted from her breasts and his body trembled with the approval he saw in her eyes, no doubt such devotion could please her. Letting his touch remain present on her nipples it seemed stimulating to descend a little further, Loki kissed her belly and broke into her legs, teasing her momentarily without actually touching where his attention was really needed.

Although female hands remained constantly attached to each other at some point or simply apart, in no way did the woman behave as a submissive, that was simply not the way she preferred to act. His presence could be felt anywhere in that room, his energy making everything around him react as he was impressed. With his range thus expanded it was possible to touch and sharpen his partner as he pleased. Even though the thought of giving someone pleasure and receiving pleasure in return was strange to him, it wasn't as if he really didn't know exactly what to do. His impatience for teasing caused him to impose his will on the god with a bit of uncontrollability, which literally caused him to fall to his knees and laugh with malice. Their eyes met once again as it seemed to happen, and it didn't take a second command for him to do what she wanted.

Agitatedly his hands jerked into his hair, and Nemesis forgot for a moment that he should not exactly use his strength, but that did not seem to him a problem when the pain only caused a bold moan from the jotun, more pleasing him than it was. Hurting him.

-I admit your tongue can do more than fool living things, my king. - She felt his smile in her privacy and saw his eyes roll, which also made her smile.

Loki experienced his reaction at the entrance of his fingers and was not repressed, their mouths reconnected and eventually their movements became more desperate, every part of their existence began to require even more intimate contention and when penile penetration really As it happened, his perspectives on all of his senses evolved, eventually no longer gripping matter and moving to another plane where it was not just two mating bodies, but a wonderful combination of their own powers clashing, expanding and engaging.

Even though it had been hours, when it was over it felt like it had been too fast. Intoxicated with the sensations and urged to want more king and queen, they regarded each other as complicit without actually having parted, taking some time to contemplate before engaging again.

The crown present throughout the act caught some of the jotun's attention in those seconds and then he knew there would be no other chance to do what he really wanted to do with that woman.

Taking advantage of the power she offered him, he acted as he really wanted and didn't feel guilty for the blood that stained his skin, not even the sound of breaking bones and breaking structures he heard. Anticipating a thought that would destroy him, his second action was to separate the jewels and allow them to spread. Her interference with him was drained and he was not let down by the shock that implied, on the contrary, Loki gathered his forces and summoned anything sharp enough to drain any remnants of life on that monster and stabbed him right in the chest, only to stop the blade from taking its adrenaline back and look for any other vital place to get it back.

But when blood, not only caused by the blades he had conjured below her at its height to kill her, but also the one she still held, spurted again, he realized that that body was too scared to be perfect and that scarlet liquid that the soiled was too human.

- Behkimo...? (Princess ...?) - A weak and hurt voice sounded to the god's horror. Looking up, it was the different brown and gold eyes that stared at him in fear, dying.

- Lin?! -Concern and guilt struck him so hard that he couldn't move, breathe, or react. Stark seemed to want to cringe and run away even though she didn't have the strength to do so, and looked at the god just as she always looked at evil men.

Touching her wouldn't solve it and only frighten her further, so the first logical solution her brain could think of was to reverse the time before she stopped resisting. Looking almost panicked around, he could see no sign of the jewels, and when he forced himself to look for them, he realized that the woman was no longer breathing and her mutilated heart was no longer beating. Fury had taken him before he could think rationally, and now he was almost running to find the stone of time and the stone of his soul to undo this great shit he had done.

The reality around her began to crumble and drift away, taking her only friend's body with her. The scream that would have come was muffled in her throat as the red magic became visible and instantly the room vanished, giving way to the throne room. There are times when we wake up from a nightmare and need to blink frantically to believe what we are seeing in front of us, that's more or less what Loki did, but the difference was that he didn't want to see.

Nemesis was ahead of him for a few steps, sitting on his throne as he had just returned after killing Thor. His most primitive instinct told him to run or to simulate a heart attack and play dead again, but the Original didn't even allow him to move. There was no kindness to his face.

-Want to know something funny about all this? - She forced him to nod. -When I made you hear little Linna's plea years ago I had to force him to go see her, more than that I had to make him believe he liked her and that he was empathizing, not unlike what I did when I was there. on Lady Amora's body. I knew you would give me all I wanted, but I needed the girl to get stronger and to survive. Those humans would never be able to kill her, but if she chose to take her own life I could do nothing and so built a pillar in your relationship that would convince her that she should live. I made you friends, made her like you and loved you, but at no point did I try to stop you from seeing her with anything but a useful ally. You really raised her to the level of a friend without me doing anything about it, considered her worthy to reign by your side without me asking for it, and truly clung to her, while she without my influence would no longer be forced to lean on nor would even approach someone like you.

The jotun could feel nothing with these words and revelation, but it was the first time in decades that he had felt so absurdly cold. It was as if his mind went out, by external influence or not, not even when a conjured corrector began to envelop his still naked body he tried to do anything. The prince was brought to his knees in front of the throne, and the reality of what used to be a beautiful castle changed again, making everything darker.

-I'll kill every one of those who dared to oppose me and the whole human race after that. - She rose and walked until she could be close enough to lift the god's downcast face with one hand. On her countenance was a melancholy smile. - When I'm done I'll fix you, so enjoy those last moments while you can still remember who you are as a gift from me. I will not be long.

After saying that she disappeared only to go to the place where she knew all her enemies were concentrated, there were too many heroes to die today.

(...)

Spider-men and women were the first to realize that the time had come. Their senses alerted them fast enough that everyone else could prepare for the true inevitable. Xavier conveyed the message, armor was given to those who would wear it, blades were sharpened one last time, and three people went on missions that would not put them in the firing line yet, but which were of equal importance compared to all the thousands. of people were about to do. Ryan Reynolds and Jennifer Walters set out to convince the directors of his reality to accept a happy ending as far as possible and Benedict Cumberbatch was tasked with bringing Doctor Stranger back to reason or assuming his supreme wizard cloak, whichever seemed more. possible.

The queen appeared about three miles away, where she could best enjoy her games, but her destructive power spread so that the whole world felt what she really was with only a weak threat. Intimidated beasts responded with roars and roars of rage, while those with the most brilliant minds remained quiet at work in strategy and the rest awaited orders to act, the mighty telepath being their channel of communication. The challenge has begun, let the strongest keep the jewels.

Wizards and Kurt Wagner were still scattered to bring to a breach of reality any civilian who was still merely around, just as they had done before. His efforts in the last few hours have caused America to be evacuated, but with all the panic people have fallen behind and are nowhere near taking the rest of the world out of Original.

The first hundred attacked first in a race to their own death. It was really a suicidal onslaught to test how the woman would face them, but no less necessary or powerful. "WAKANDA FOREVER!" Shouted Wakandians who advanced, "BY ATLANTIC!" Intoned the people of Namor and "BY MIDGARD!" Shouted the Asgardians. A Hulk was the first to reach her, furious as usual and untamed as a beast he tried to punch her, but only the first to die. Nemesis faced his fist with one finger, more so that he felt important to the point of forcing her to move rather than actually having to do anything to defeat him. When he was able to touch her, his body turned to stone and it was consumed by the pressure she exerted herself turning to dust.

Other warriors would not have the same chance, with a simple gesture she brought life and from the dust monsters as strong as the green creature rose to pay off their enemies. Golden-eyed, they all had their minds controlled by the one who summoned them and did not hesitate before attacking. It was a massacre. Even though some were strong enough to match a Hulk, they couldn't beat a hundred like him.

His men would fall so fast that there was not even a chance of anyone trying to help them. They would not make the same mistake twice; their blood will be avenged and this is not something that can be denied. The sacrifice gave the survivors fear and determination, but it also gave exactly what their great minds desired: a path to be traced.

In the midst of the wreckage that had been left behind, the torn limbs and the blood, was a head freshly separated from its own body that somehow felt outraged at how quickly its own defeat was and blamed superior entities for such events.

- Higher entities? You're kidding me, aren't you? you son of a bitch! - Deadpool said to someone no one else could see. -Will you ignore me now that I realize I can talk to you? - There was no answer. – "There was no answer"- he repeated in a small, childish voice. -And what was that idea of giving someone so much power?! Seriously, you put a person we can't defeat to stand up to us and unless God wants it, literally nothing will prevent a mass extermination!

Spurred on by her loud-talking head, Nemesis paid her a little attention.

- Wait, WHAT?

-An immortal child ...- There was a small amount of fascination in Original's voice, she had never come across someone who really couldn't die. If I had known of its existence before, I might even have chosen it as its bearer. As her creations struggled with those sent to strike her, she approached.

-Okay, okay, I don't offend your mother anymore, but fuck you ...- Wade grunted, but there was no time for any appeal. The woman lifted him off the ground and lifted him at eye level to analyze him. -Hello girl, has anyone ever said you're the most charming sight this world could have? - I bet not. I have the impression that people die when they look at you.

-And yet you are alive. - She offered a smile that was not comforting at all.

-Probably if you were a cow I'd be more scared and likely to be scared to see you. - The head seemed to reflect - Oh yeah, I don't die anyway, so it would still be fine anyway.

-It's a pity I define it. - Before he could say anything else or simply react his immortality was challenged and the will of divinity doubled.

There were still a few seconds in which the man felt that he fell straight to the ground, but for the first time in many years Wilson realized that Death was there, arms wide open to seek him out and he considered that this was definitely not a bad ending. Laughing in his mind like a lunatic Deadpool remembered that there was a certain beet that would not be happy with the attitude of the Original.

Oblivious to the death of an immortal being, more heroes began to advance, and this second group seemed to be more efficient at killing the beasts that confronted them. Combining their strengths and powers, the Human Torch, the Invisible Woman, and the Thing proved formidable in unaware of such creatures, guided directly by Reed, who watched them from afar, remained unbeatable, even if they could not advance.

-I don't know why I'm still surprised by our routine. - Jonathan commented humorously as he combined his power with Ben's to strike one of his enemies just as Susan lowered part of the shield. -One moment I'm trading my nephew's frauds, quietly fighting the stinking threat, and now we're in another reality fighting gamma-ray monsters to protect the universe from the creature that gave rise to it. I think we lost control of the situation at some point.

- Do you just think so? I would say I'm sure. - Ben replied, nothing would give him the best of his mood as long as the feeling persisted that would be crushed by those monsters if there was the slightest carelessness and without any effort.

For each hero involved in combat another opponent rose. At no time was the possibility raised for the Original to fight in a completely fair way, but it was foreseeable that it would not waste its time devoting itself to warriors who were not merely worthy to face it. The chance that was given to each of these people involved nothing but arrogance and a desire for entertainment on the part of the enemy, if someone aroused their interest it was even possible that she would avoid using all her powers just for the moment to last. and that would then give them a minimal opening in which they counted to achieve victory.

From Peter Parker's point of view (which was born in the reality of the conflict) things were strangely easy. The group he joined was splendid and they understood each other incredibly well, perhaps that was one of the perks of sharing the same powers, but even if their performance matched those of others it did not seem to be threatening. His main differential was that his spider sense was absurdly calm, reacting just enough to warn him that his comrades were in danger. Strange as it seemed, he felt safe.

-You know, I have a feeling I know you from somewhere, Miles. - Observed our brat, in fact the web partner was not totally foreign to him and that intrigued him deeply. The possibility that he existed in his world was not bad in any way.

- Oh really? - They pulled their webs hard to keep the big guy on the floor. - I don't think I did anything before I gained powers that would catch the eye of a superhero. - A smile was noticeable behind his mask, they set out to take down the next monster as Venom would take care of what was knocked alone.

Looking around it was possible to notice that familiar and unknown faces were gradually cornered, not everyone had the same fate as his current team and every second more people were dying. A collective thought crossed his mind of those variations of Spiderman and his instincts acted together to save rather than destroy. The Ant-man who passed by with perhaps the same intent as well as attracting the attention of the enemies also served to gain support and one by one each web mate fixed on the giant to spread and help those who were losing. Only the Parker who looked like Tobey Maguire was left behind, his idea of help was a little different and involved a certain alien he had contact with many years earlier.