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"But Allen… can I ask something?" Bruce said seriously. "Do all of us have our own variants in every universe? And if we do… are we also just characters created by someone else? Like in a comic or something?"
That question immediately made everyone turn to look at Allen. They were clearly curious about this one.
"Well… about that, I don't really know for sure," Allen admitted honestly.
He glanced toward Mikaela, who was still talking with her variant, then shifted his gaze to Raviel—silently asking her to help answer that question too.
"If it's about that, I can answer," Raviel said calmly, taking a slow sip of the expensive whiskey in her glass. "And the answer is no. Not every world has a variant of you."
She set the glass down lightly.
"As for whether you are comic characters, movie characters, novel characters, game characters, and so on… that's a bit complicated to explain. It involves how each world is formed from the very beginning. Especially since every world has its own multiverse of stories."
Everyone listened carefully.
"And don't worry about whether you're 'real' or not," Raviel continued gently. "The lives you live are the result of your own choices. The ones who tell your stories are simply describing the experiences you go through."
The group visibly relaxed after hearing that.
Allen then spoke to Raviel privately through their connection. [So… what about me? Do I have variants of myself too?]
[Of course not, dear, This is because our existence together is special and unlike any other.] Raviel replied immediately.
Hearing that, Allen felt a small wave of relief wash over him after hearing that answer.
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While Allen was still talking with the Avengers, Mikaela was busy having her own conversation with Megan Fox.
At this point, Megan seemed to have accepted the reality that she had a variant in another universe—especially a universe where she played that very character. Honestly, after everything that had happened in this world, particularly half of the universe's population disappearing because of a mad purple maniac, the existence of other universes didn't shock her that much anymore.
Right now, though, the two women looked less like they were having a friendly chat and more like they were subtly competing with each other.
Mikaela leaned more toward bragging about her romantic relationship with Allen—casually mentioning little things he had done for her, the worlds they had traveled together, the kind of man he was.
Meanwhile, Megan countered by proudly talking about her career as a famous celebrity. Blockbuster movies, red carpets, magazine covers, global recognition—she made sure to emphasize that in her world, she was Megan Fox.
Even so, beneath that confident exterior, Megan couldn't completely hide a small trace of envy.
Because no matter how successful she was, the version of herself sitting in front of her looked younger, naturally beautiful, and had a boyfriend like Allen.
And that… stung a little.
She had been in relationships before. Several, in fact. Some passionate, some dramatic, some that looked perfect from the outside. But no matter how it started, none of them ever truly felt right in the long run.
"So what?" Mikaela said, picking up her drink and taking a slow sip before continuing. "Even if you're a famous celebrity, you don't look happy at all."
"Don't act like you know everything," Megan shot back, grabbing her own glass and taking a drink as well. "Don't pretend you understand adult life."
Their eyes locked again—neither willing to back down.
Mikaela smirked slightly. "At least I don't need paparazzi to feel validated."
"Oh please," Megan replied dryly. "At least I built my own career instead of revolving my life around a guy."
That one made Mikaela narrow her eyes.
"And yet," she said calmly, "I'm the one who looks satisfied."
Megan clicked her tongue and took another drink.
Yeah… at this point, it wasn't even a normal conversation anymore. It had turned into subtle jabs, passive-aggressive remarks, and competitive bragging. Drink after drink disappeared from their glasses.
By the time they were halfway through their bottles, their words were slightly slurred, their reactions slower—but neither of them was willing to admit defeat.
It had officially become a half-drunk ego battle between two versions of the same woman.
Their argument was suddenly interrupted when a young blond man with a fairly tall build approached them.
"Hey, ladies… want some company?" he said confidently as he stepped closer to Mikaela and Megan.
Both of them turned to look at him.
Megan examined the guy for a second. Yeah, he was decent-looking. Normally, she might have humored that kind of approach. But then she noticed Allen walking toward them with Raviel. And she knew exactly why he was coming.
He was clearly heading for Mikaela.
That made her hesitate. Should she reject the guy immediately? Or…?
Meanwhile, Mikaela was already staring at the blond man with pure disgust. He wasn't even trying to hide it—his eyes kept roaming over her body and Megan's.
Then Mikaela glanced at Megan, who still looked slightly unsure whether to say yes or no.
Tsk. This bitch… is she seriously considering that loser's offer?
Even though Megan was technically her variant, the idea of her agreeing to some random guy like that felt wrong. It gave off the impression as if she was handing herself over to another man besides Allen.
Without wasting another second, Mikaela answered coldly, "Get lost, loser. Stupefy."
She casually cast the spell.
The blond man immediately collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
Megan blinked in shock. "What the hell? Since when can you use magic? Are you from Hogwarts or something?"
Mikaela scoffed. "What? Don't tell me you were actually interested in trash like that. Tsk. You bitch."
Megan wanted to protest after hearing that, but before she could say anything, Allen was already getting closer to them.
And for some reason, her heart started beating a little faster.
It was ridiculous. She had met plenty of attractive men in her life—actors, models, public figures. But Allen felt like his handsomeness existed on a completely different level. It was like looking at something crafted directly by the hands of God.
Her brain suddenly didn't know how to react.
"Are you two done talking?" Allen asked casually. He was already tired of the party and honestly just wanted to take Mikaela somewhere more private.
As for the random guy who had just collapsed on the floor? Allen barely glanced at him. If Mikaela hadn't handled it, he probably would have.
"Yeah, more or less," Mikaela replied, immediately pressing herself against Allen's side without hesitation.
"Good. Then let's find somewhere more private," Allen said with a small smile, showing the access card Tony had given him earlier—one that granted access to a private room upstairs.
Mikaela nodded.
But then, suddenly, she grabbed Megan's hand.
"You're coming too."
Megan froze.
Why was her variant pulling her along?
She wanted to refuse. She really did. But for some reason, if she spoke up now, she had a strange feeling she would regret it.
So instead… she stayed silent and let herself be pulled along.
Allen glanced at Megan and noticed that she didn't resist Mikaela pulling her along.
As for what exactly was going through his women's minds? He honestly didn't know. But Allen wasn't a hypocrite. And he definitely wasn't the kind of man to refuse meat that was willingly placed in front of him. He wasn't some herbivore.
Not long after that, the three of them stepped into the elevator and left the party behind.
Of course, several people noticed Allen walking off toward a private area with three beautiful women.
"What a lucky guy," Tony commented with a low whistle.
"Stark, don't tell me you're jealous," Rhodey said, raising an eyebrow.
"Me? Jealous? Impossible," Tony replied immediately.
Then he glanced toward the unconscious blond man still lying on the floor nearby.
"And someone please get that passed-out guy out of here," Tony told one of the staff members calmly.
Meanwhile, Natasha and Wanda watched as Allen disappeared into the elevator.
For Natasha, she still remembered the promise she had made to Raviel. She technically owed her a promise—at the very least, she was supposed to go on one date with Allen. But from what she just saw, the man didn't seem to pay her any special attention at all.
Is he not interested in me? Natasha wondered quietly.
But she was wrong about that.
The truth was much simpler—Allen had partially forgotten about it. And even if he hadn't, he genuinely hadn't had the time to think about it lately.
On the other side, Wanda was also staring at the closed elevator doors.
After hearing the talk about other universes earlier, something inside her had stirred. If there were other worlds… then that meant—
There could be a world where Vision was still alive.
The thought alone felt like fragile hope blooming in her chest.
She wanted to ask Allen about it. To confirm it. To know if somewhere out there, another version of Vision existed.
But right now, he clearly didn't have time for that conversation.
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Meanwhile, in the dimly lit private room, Allen was pounding Raviel's ass with relentless force. She stood on one leg, her other leg hoisted up onto his shoulder, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.
Plop... plop... plop...
The wet, rhythmic slapping echoed through the space as Allen's thick cock thrust deep into the tight ring of her asshole, his hips snapping forward with brutal intensity.
Raviel's moans filled the air, raw and desperate.
"Augh... ahhh... yes, love, harder! Ahhh..." she cried out, her body jolting with every powerful stroke. Her hands clutched at Allen's arms for support, nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure-pain coursed through her. Sweat glistened on her curves, her full breasts bouncing wildly with the force of his thrusts. Allen gripped her raised thigh tightly, his fingers bruising the soft flesh, while his other hand slapped her ass cheek, watching it jiggle and redden under his palm.
"Fuck, your ass is gripping me so tight, Babe," Allen growled, his voice husky with lust. He pulled back almost all the way, the head of his cock teasing her stretched hole, before slamming in again, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation made Raviel arch her back, her pussy dripping untouched arousal down her inner thighs, soaking the floor beneath them. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her wet folds with each drive, the room growing thicker with the scent of sex.
Across the room, on a plush velvet couch, Mikaela and Megan watched the erotic display unfold. Megan's cheeks burned with embarrassment, her eyes wide as she tried to look away, but Mikaela wasn't having it.
The older woman grabbed Megan's chin firmly, turning her face back toward the action.
"Keep your eyes on them, slut. Don't pretend you're not into this," Mikaela purred, her voice laced with amusement and command.
Megan squirmed under the scrutiny, but the heat building between her legs betrayed her. The sight of Allen's massive cock disappearing into Raviel's ass over and over was too much—her nipples hardened against her thin blouse, and her pussy throbbed with need.
Instinctively, her hand slipped down, fingers diving into her soaked panties. She rubbed her swollen clit first, circling it slowly, then plunged two fingers into her slick heat, pumping them in time with Allen's thrusts. "Oh god..." she whimpered softly, her free hand clutching the couch cushion.
Mikaela's lips curved into a wicked smile as she caught Megan in the act. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Megan's ear. "You really are a slut, aren't you? Look at you—earlier you were pretending to reject it all, acting all shy and innocent. But now your pussy's drenched like this, fingers buried deep inside yourself. Admit it, watching my Allen fuck Raviel's ass is turning you on so bad."
Megan bit her lip, her fingers moving faster now, squelching wetly as she finger-fucked herself. The teasing words only fueled her arousal, making her hips buck subtly against her hand. She couldn't deny it; the raw intensity of the scene had her on edge, imagining what it would feel like to be in Raviel's place—or maybe even joining in.
Allen, sensing Raviel was close, wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her steady, his cock pistoning in and out of her ass with savage rhythm.
"You love this, right, honey,? My cock stretching your tight little hole, owning every inch of you,".
"Yess i love your cook" she answer while moaning loudly.
He rasped, leaning down to capture her lips in a messy, heated kiss. Raviel moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as her body trembled. Her free leg buckled slightly, but Allen's grip kept her upright, impaled on him.
The voyeurs on the couch were entranced. Mikaela's hand wandered to her own thigh, tracing lazy circles, but her focus remained on Megan. "See how Raviel's taking it? That ass of hers is swallowing him whole. Bet you'd look just as hot bent over like that." Megan's breaths came in short gasps, her fingers curling inside her pussy to hit that sensitive spot, thumb flicking her clit relentlessly. The pressure built, coiling tight in her core.
Suddenly, Raviel shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with a scream.
"Allen! I'm cumming... fuck, ahhh... ahhh...yes!" Her ass clenched around his cock like a vice, milking him as her pussy spasmed, squirting clear fluid onto the floor. Allen didn't hold back; with a guttural roar, he buried himself deep and erupted, hot ropes of cum flooding her ass, leaking out around his shaft as he kept thrusting through his release.
Megan followed seconds later, her body convulsing as she came hard on her fingers, juices coating her hand and dripping onto the couch.
"Ahh... Mikaela..." she gasped, riding out the waves. Mikaela chuckled softly, pulling Megan's hand away gently and bringing her slick fingers to her own lips, sucking them clean with a teasing hum.
"Tastes like you're ready for more. What do you say we get you involved next?"
The room hung heavy with the afterglow, but the night was far from over. Allen eased out of Raviel slowly, his cum trickling down her thighs as he helped her stand on both feet again, kissing her forehead tenderly. Raviel leaned into him, spent but smiling. Turning their gazes to the couch, Allen smirked. "Looks like our audience enjoyed the show. Who's up for round two?"