A/N : Here's a bonus chapter for you guys.
40 power stones = 1 chapter
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1970 — New Jersey, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Earth-616.
A week had passed since Allen's long cruise vacation with his girls.
Now, he stood in the Marvel Universe—Raviel by his side.
They were in the middle of what appeared to be a vast, barren stretch of land. Dry wind swept across the desert-like terrain, carrying dust through the air. In the distance, faint industrial structures hinted at the presence of a nearby military installation.
Allen narrowed his eyes slightly as he surveyed the area.
"Darling… where exactly are we?" he asked, glancing sideways at Raviel.
"Well," Raviel replied casually, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she stifled a yawn, "we're in New Jersey. About five miles from a S.H.I.E.L.D. base. Exactly according to our plan."
"Ohhh, I see," Allen muttered, looking around again. "I thought we landed in the wrong place. This doesn't look like New Jersey at all."
"Of course it looks different, Honey" Raviel said matter-of-factly. "It's 1970."
"Besides… why did you want to come here personally? If you really wanted the Pym Particles and the Super Soldier Serum, I could've just created perfect copies for you."
She yawned again, clearly still litle sleepy at being dragged out of bed so early. Allen had woken her at dawn without warning, insisting she bring him here immediately.
And yet—
As his devoted and ever-indulgent wife, Raviel had followed without hesitation. No matter how unreasonable the request, no matter how early the hour… if it came from her beloved husband, she would move for him without complaint.
"Oh, about that," Allen said, looking at Raviel with a calm but firm expression. "I don't want you to just create those things for me. At least… I want to obtain what I desire through my own effort."
There was a quiet conviction in his voice.
Part of it was simple pride. As a man, he didn't want everything handed to her—not even by the woman who could rewrite reality itself for his sake. If Raviel solved every problem with a snap of her fingers, what would that make him?
Raviel crossed her arms lightly, still faintly pouting. "I was having a very nice dream, you know. And then you woke me up… for something like this."
"Oh? Sorry about that," Allen replied.
"Don't apologize," Raviel said quickly, her mood shifting in an instant. Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Instead… where's my reward?"
"Reward?" Allen echoed, raising a brow.
"Yes." She straightened, suddenly full of energy. "I escorted you all the way to 1970 New Jersey. I deserve a kiss. Right now."
Allen chuckled softly. "You're really straightforward."
"Only with you," she answered without the slightest hesitation.
He shook his head, a helpless smile forming on his lips. "Alright, alright. Come here."
Under the vast open sky of 1970 New Jersey—just miles away from one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most secure facilities—Allen stepped forward and pulled Raviel into his arms.
The dry wind swirled around them as he kissed her deeply, unrestrained and unhurried, right there in the middle of the dusty road.
And after they finished kissing, Allen glanced at Raviel with a soft smile.
"Oh, by the way, could you bring Mikaela here too? I kind of miss her. Oh, and if possible, we'll probably need a vehicle to get to our destination as well," Allen said casually, asking his wife.
"Hmmm, of course," Raviel replied cheerfully before snapping her fingers without hesitation.
.....
Meanwhile, Mikaela was driving home alone after finishing her shopping in the city. The road had been normal just moments ago—streetlights, buildings, passing cars—but suddenly her head felt a little dizzy.
The scenery outside her windshield shifted in an instant.
The busy city road… turned into a vast desert.
"What the fuck is happening?!" Mikaela muttered, rubbing her eyes while still gripping the steering wheel.
Am I hallucinating? she wondered, her heart starting to race.
But then—right in the middle of the road ahead—she saw two familiar figures standing calmly under the blazing sun.
Allen.
And Raviel.
Her eyes widened. Without thinking, she slammed her foot on the brake. The tires screeched against the sand-covered asphalt as the car came to a sharp stop.
She threw the door open and stepped out immediately.
"Allen! Is that you?!" she shouted, her voice trembling as she broke into a run toward him.
Allen simply nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face as he opened both arms wide.
"Of course it is," he replied calmly.
Mikaela didn't slow down at all. The moment she reached him, she threw herself into his arms, wrapping them tightly around his body as if she was afraid he might disappear again.
"Idiot…!" she muttered, but her voice trembled.
Then she started kissing him—his cheek, his nose, his lips.
Muach. Muach. Muach.
The kisses came one after another, fast and relentless. She didn't even give him time to breathe.
It had been a month. A whole month since she last saw him. And for Mikaela, that month had felt unbearably long. She had missed him more than she wanted to admit—even to herself.
Allen could only laugh softly between kisses, his hands settling around her waist to steady her.
"Wow… I didn't know you'd be this enthusiastic," he teased lightly.
"Shut up," she replied immediately, though her cheeks were slightly red. "Do you have any idea how long one month feels?"
Her fingers tightened against his shirt, as if confirming he was real.
"I missed you," she added more quietly this time.
And despite her usual sharp tongue, the way she buried her face against his chest said everything she couldn't put into words.
"I missed you too," Allen said softly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her a little closer. For a moment, he simply rested his chin on top of her head, letting her calm down in his embrace.
"Oh, by the way…" Mikaela finally pulled back slightly, wiping the corner of her eyes as she looked around. "Where exactly are we? And where is everyone else?"
Allen glanced at Raviel, who was standing nearby with her usual innocent smile.
"Well… about that," Allen said casually, scratching the back of his head. "How about we talk inside the car? It might be a long explanation."
Mikaela narrowed her eyes suspiciously but nodded anyway. "Fine. You better not be pranking me."
Soon after, Allen, Raviel, and Mikaela got into the car Mikaela had been driving earlier. The engine was still running, the desert wind gently brushing against the windows as if nothing strange had happened.
Once they were seated, Mikaela crossed her arms. "Alright. Start talking."
Allen took a small breath and began explaining everything—how Raviel had pulled her there, why the scenery suddenly changed from a city road to the middle of a desert, and what their current situation was.
Raviel chimed in occasionally with a cheerful tone, adding small details as if this was just a normal everyday occurrence.
Mikaela listened in silence at first. Her expression shifted from confusion… to disbelief… to mild annoyance.
"…So let me get this straight," she finally said slowly. "I was driving home peacefully, and suddenly I got teleported to a desert because you missed me?"
Allen coughed lightly. "Well… when you put it like that—"
Mikaela let out a long sigh, then covered her face with one hand.
"You two are unbelievable."
"Oh, but since you already dragged me all the way here," Mikaela continued, leaning back in her seat while glancing at him from the corner of her eye, "I hope we can spend a little more time in this world. You don't mind, right?"
Allen looked at her for a second—then nodded without hesitation.
"Of course," he said warmly. "After I finish what I need to do here, I was actually planning to stay for a few months anyway… with you."
Mikaela blinked. "A few months?"
"Yeah," he replied casually. "We can take our time. No rushing. Just enjoy it."
For a moment, she didn't say anything. Then a slow smile spread across her face—gentler than before.
"Good," she said softly.
Her fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel, but the small curve of her lips didn't fade.
...
During the drive, they eventually arrived at a S.H.I.E.L.D. base.
Waiting there, as if he had been expecting them, was a man with a neat mustache and a confident posture—Howard Stark himself.
"Ahhh, you must be Allen. Welcome to the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Howard said, clearly pleased by his arrival.
In this world, Allen—along with Raviel and Mikaela—had been given brand-new fabricated identities. Here, Allen was introduced as a genius MIT student personally recruited by Howard to assist him with a private project: the Arc Reactor.
"Damn, that's one hell of a long name, Mr. Stark. Don't you think you should shorten it?" Allen replied lightly as he shook Howard's hand.
"Just call me Howard, okay?" he said with a grin. Then his eyebrow lifted slightly as his gaze shifted behind Allen. "Uhhh… and who are the two beautiful ladies behind you?"
"Ohhh, right. Let me introduce you," Allen said casually, slipping an arm around Raviel's waist. "This is Raviel—my wife."
Raviel smiled sweetly, waving politely.
"And this is Mikaela. She's my girlfriend," Allen added with an easy smile.
Howard clicked his tongue softly. "Tsk… well, you certainly have excellent taste, Allen." It almost sounded like genuine admiration.
Allen only chuckled.
"Guess I won't be the only interesting man in this boring place anymore," Howard added, adjusting his coat.
Judging by the glint in his eyes, it seemed the two of them shared a rather… eccentric hobby.
Howard then took it upon himself to give Allen—and his women—a full tour of the facility, proudly introducing him to several of the scientists and engineers working there.
The base was bustling with activity. People in lab coats moved back and forth, voices overlapped in technical discussions, and the faint hum of machinery echoed through the halls.
At one point, Allen's eyes landed on a familiar figure.
"Oh, Allen, let me introduce you—this is Dr. Pym. One of my colleagues," Howard said.
Hank Pym adjusted his glasses slightly as he stepped forward.
"Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Pym," Allen said calmly, extending his hand.
"Likewise. I've heard quite a bit about you," Pym replied, shaking his hand with a measured expression. His gaze lingered for a second—evaluating, calculating—before he gave a small nod.
After the introductions were done, Howard finally led them to the laboratory where Allen would be working.
The room was enormous. Worktables stretched across the space, covered in advanced instruments, scattered blueprints, and half-assembled mechanical components. Monitors flickered with data. In one corner stood a large circular prototype structure—the early framework of something ambitious.
"Welcome to my playground," Howard said proudly.
Mikaela's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she stepped closer to one of the tables, examining a sleek metallic device. She reached out but paused just before touching it.
"Can I?" she asked, glancing at Howard.
"Of course," Howard replied smoothly, waving a hand. "As long as you don't accidentally invent something that puts me out of business."
Allen chuckled softly while Raviel simply observed the room.
Not long after they finished looking around the place, the door to the room suddenly opened. A woman wearing high heels, a blue blouse, and a mini skirt stepped inside.
Allen, of course, knew exactly who she was.
Peggy Carter.
Yes, she was a beautiful woman. But at the moment, Allen didn't feel particularly interested in her. After all, this was the MCU version of Peggy—she simply wasn't his type.
Peggy immediately noticed that there were quite a few people in the room, but she calmly continued walking toward Howard.
"Mr. Stark, this is the document report regarding Anton Vanko. Your suspicion was correct. It seems he has secretly contacted Russia and is attempting to leak some of our important projects," Peggy said professionally.
Howard took the file, pinching the bridge of his nose before shaking his head lightly.
"Hmmm… what a shame," he muttered.
"Alright. In that case, send these documents to the CIA and let them handle it," Howard ordered.
Then he glanced toward Allen.
"Oh, and by the way—this is Allen. He's my new assistant," Howard said, introducing them.
Peggy turned her gaze toward Allen.
For a brief second, her face turned slightly red.
It was the first time she had ever seen a man this handsome. In fact, Allen could easily be considered far more attractive than Steve Rogers himself.
But Peggy quickly composed herself, hiding her expression as she extended her hand.
"I'm Peggy… Peggy Carter."
"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Carter. I'm Allen… Allen Winters," Allen replied smoothly.
He didn't forget to introduce the others as well.
"And these two are Raviel and Mikaela."