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Jay coughed, and Domino laughed. He changed the topic to regain some composure and from being called a total simp. "Dom, now that you have these powers, you'll need a crash course on how to use them properly."
He took a breath, organizing his thoughts. Also trying not to stare at how that dress hugged every curve. "So, reality manipulation. It's not as universal as you'd think. Every multiverse has different rules for its fundamental forces."
"Wait, every multiverse?" Domino leaned back in her chair as the dress shifted with her movement. "How many are we talking?"
Jay beamed at her curiosity, letting her inner nerd flow, "Countless. For example, DC, a close neighbor of this multiverse, has equations like the Creation Equation or Life and Anti-Life Equations. Other equations represent forces like Speed or Stillness, or even emotions like Will or Fear. These are the fundamentals of how their reality works, how The Presence made it."
"Wow, that's some lore building," Domino said, laughing. "Did the writers in your world seriously come up with all that?"
Jay held up a hand. "Honey, please focus. Then we come to multiverses like the Nasuverse where reality bends to forces like Gaia and the Counter Force. Then there are beings like celestialsapiens who are just too abstract. They do whatever they want yet are bound by their own fractured psyches, creating universes in seconds and changing how reality is perceived on multiple occasions."
Domino got serious, and the teasing faded. "Jay, that's too much responsibility and too many different ways for something as abstract as reality to be bent and broken."
Jay smiled. "Don't worry, those are for different multiverses. We're fortunately in the Marvel Multiverse, where reality bends through atomic and subatomic manipulation. Telekinetics with fine enough control can technically warp reality. Energy manipulators to matter transmutators. Even you, Lady Luck herself, change reality by altering probability fields."
Domino blinked. "Seriously? Just anyone can change reality? What kind of half-assed rules did that One Above All make?"
Lightning flashed outside with a deep rumble. Ominously close enough to rattle the windows.
Domino leaped into Jay's lap. "Oh God! What was that?"
Jay said nervously, wrapping his arms around her. "Maybe don't curse the All-Knowing and All-Seeing Creator."
Domino just nodded quickly. Very quickly.
Jay extended his hand, taking hers as their fingers interlaced "Now you have Jamie's power, which affects the quantum entanglement of different particles and energies, but they're limited locally. You can pull, push, and even cut those strings representing these entanglements to change their reality."
Domino looked confused. "What are you talking ab—"
She suddenly stopped as multiple red strings flooded her vision. Millions of them were connecting everything to everything else. It was Quantum entanglement made visible.
She could see how particles related, how energies flowed, how reality itself was just a web of connections waiting to be plucked like guitar strings.
She barely understood it. The sheer information overload to her brain, but instinct guided her. Her probability manipulation, her luck, meshed well with this new power. She could feel which strings to pull, which to cut and which to leave alone.
Then she looked at Jay.
Around him, there were no strings connecting to him or originating from him. All she perceived was a vast, dark space, and within that void were flickering stars. Billions of them, each pulsing with power. They threatened visually, daring anyone, anything, to try changing or bending reality around him. The message was clear: he was immutable and unchangeable. A fixed point in reality itself.
Suddenly, her vision snapped back as normal sight returned. She was sweating and hyperventilating as her heart raced and hands shook.
"Jay, what the fuck was that?"
Jay calmed her, holding her steady. His hands on her shoulder grounded her. "That was the quantum world you perceived. What you saw around me was a mixture of my resistance to reality-bending and my new universal reality-warping powers taken from Mad Jim Jaspers."
Domino processed that and could only think of how much of a gap. The sheer difference in scale still existed between them.
He was walking around with the power to rewrite existence, and she'd just gotten a taste of what that meant. It should've been terrifying and made her feel small. But instead, she felt trust. He'd given her this power and trusted her with it. Made her his equal in a way few people could ever be.
Jay smiled, explaining different applications of her powers with childlike, bubbly energy. "You know, if we can merge your probability field with Jamie's power, we can achieve something truly amazing. And even then, if you use your endless stamina from the healing factor..."
Domino just watched Jay return to his sunny self, the version he only reserved for her to witness. This was her Jay. Not the Power Broker or The Doctor who brought back the dead. Just Jay. The man who got stupidly happy explaining quantum mechanics like a kid with a new toy.
All she could do was kiss him, still in her exquisite red dress that reality had woven for her, wanting to be with him and give him something worthy of this gift he'd just given her.
She straddled his lap, the dress's high slit allowing her to settle against him. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. The kiss deepened and turned hungry. She rolled her hips deliberately, feeling him respond beneath her.
"You have no idea what you do to me in this dress," Jay breathed against her neck, his hands sliding up her bare thigh exposed by the slit. His fingers traced patterns on her skin, each touch sending electricity through her.
Domino's breath hitched as his lips found the curve of her throat. "I have some idea," she managed, her voice husky. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "The way you've been staring at me like you want to devour me."
"I do," Jay murmured against her collarbone, his hands gripping her waist through the silk. "Fuck, Dom, you're perfect."
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her scarlet-touched eyes meeting his. "Take me inside," she whispered, her lips brushing his with each word. "I want you. Now."
Jay stood, lifting her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the dress pooling around them like liquid starlight. He carried her inside, her mouth on his neck, her hands exploring his shoulders, his back.
They barely made it to the bedroom. Domino's back hit the wall first, Jay's body pressing against hers. His hands found the dress's single shoulder strap, fingers tracing the edge of fabric against her skin.
"This dress," he breathed, his lips trailing down the exposed slope of her shoulder. "Watching reality itself dress you in something that makes you look like a goddess..."
"Less talking," Domino demanded, her nails dragging down his back. "More touching."
The dress shimmered, responding to her desire, the fabric loosening, shifting and making way for his hands. She gasped as his fingers found bare skin, his touch igniting every nerve.
They stumbled toward the bed, a tangle of limbs and desperate touches. Domino pulled his shirt over his head, her hands immediately exploring the planes of his chest, the muscles of his shoulders. Jay's mouth found hers again, the kiss deep and consuming.
"I love you," he murmured against her lips, his hands reverent as they traced her curves. "Every perfect, dangerous, incredible part of you."
"Show me," she challenged, pulling him down with her as they fell onto the bed. "Show me how much."
And he did.
Hours later, they lay tangled together, sweat-slicked and satisfied. The red dress had pooled on the floor, forgotten. Domino's head rested on Jay's chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly return to normal. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her back, his other hand playing with strands of her white hair.
"That dress is dangerous," Jay said, his voice rough.
Domino laughed, the sound content and drowsy. "You're just saying that because I can make it appear anytime I want now."
"Exactly. How am I supposed to get anything done when you can just..." He gestured vaguely. "Do that?"
She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with a wicked smile. "Who says I want you to get anything done?" Her finger traced down his chest. "We could stay right here. All day."
Jay caught her hand, brought it to his lips. "Tempting. Very tempting." He pulled her closer, kissing her properly. "But eventually, the world's going to move on again."
"Eventually," Domino agreed, settling back against him. "But not right now. Right now, the world can fuck off."
"Right now," Jay echoed, wrapping his arms around her. "The world can definitely fuck off."
As the day passed, two wounded souls finally rested and found peace in each other. The world could wait. The threats could wait. The villains plotting in submarines, the cults forming in cities, the missing returnees, the complications from New York, all of it could wait.
For now, there was just this. A man who could rewrite existence, giving his girlfriend god-like power because he trusted her. And a mercenary who'd spent her life trusting only luck, now trusting him.
It wasn't perfect. The scars from London still ached, and exhaustion still lingered. But it was real peace. The kind you fought for and earned and held onto with both hands because you knew how rare it was.
And in the Savage Land, where the impossible became normal, they held onto it together.
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