𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒀/𝑵, 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒛, 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒇𝒇
𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒: 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆/𝒀/𝑵, 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆/𝒀/𝑵, 𝒀/𝑵 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒀/𝑵 & 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒛, 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒛 & 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟗𝟎𝟎𝟔
𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐
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𝐀/𝐍:  𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭! 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭! (𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚❤️)

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“Stephen? America?”

You looked around, puzzled. Just moments before, you and Wong and Stephen had been defending America Chavez from Wanda, who longed for her powers. Wanda had almost gotten it, and as soon as the portal appeared behind America, at the same moment Stephen and you had jumped for America to save her. And suddenly you felt as if you were being pulled away, away from this world, and there were only flashes of light before you hit the ground. You had no idea what had happened, and where Stephen and America had gone.

You sat up slowly, a chill running down your spine as your eyes fell on the ruined buildings. I'm in another universe, you thought, terrified. It seemed as if this world was dying. And maybe it was true. It was dark and quiet, sad and colorless.

You stood up. You had to find your way home somehow. You had to find Stephen and America. But how? You had no idea how many other worlds there were, and how the hell were you supposed to find out in which one the two of them should be. And what about Wong? Was he alone with Wanda? What if something happened to him? You hoped Wanda wouldn't hurt him, but the truth was you couldn't be sure. This wasn't the Wanda you'd known.

You had to find the sanctum, and you had to get back somehow. It would be wiser to go back to Wong than to blindly look for Stephen and America. You could be lost in the multiverse, and you really didn't want to be.

So you took the familiar but also the unknown route toward the sanctum. Snowflakes spun in the wind, and you looked around warily. It was as if whole chunks were peeling off the buildings, turning to black shreds and climbing skyward. You shuddered as you realized you'd never met a living soul in all this time there, hadn't heard a human voice, and you wanted to hear a laugh so you wouldn't feel so alone here. Had they all died here? But why? What had happened to this world?

Questions you didn't know the answer to had plagued you in the sanctum. You were relieved to finally see the familiar building. When it was finally in sight, you suddenly realized that the closer you were to the building, the more empty it was around. Suddenly it was as if only you and the sanctum existed.

Your heart was pounding in your throat as you slowly climbed the stairs. Before you could raise your hand, the door swung open before you, revealing a black sandy beach and a high staircase that led up to the second floor. With your throat clenched, you stepped inside and winced as the door slammed shut behind you. As if there was no going back. You took a deep breath and headed for the stairs. The silence was uncomfortably unbearable, broken only by the splash of water as you stepped into the puddle. Everything in this world made you anxious.