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I love drawing Mobius holding Loki’s waist ✨
Destined for Doom | Johnny Storm x Fem!Widow!Reader
Summary: In which Johnny Storm tears apart the entire multiverse to bring you back.
Part two of the one-shot Whatever it Takes! This can be read as a standalone, but there are references to part 1!
Based off of this request, but with a twist! (nothing is ever that easy in my fictional universe 😈)
Warnings: Fight sequences, fire, mentions of death
WC: 10.0K (oopsies)
Masterlist!
New York 2023
“Johnny, where is she?” Natasha asked, eyes moving rapidly, scanning Johnny’s face.
Tears stained his cheeks, the tip of his nose pink.
She knew.
They all knew.
Tony’s eyes widened. “Johnny…”
Johnny collapsed to the floor in a sob.
You died for some stupid rock.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Outside, the team regrouped. Everyone was devastated by your death, but if anyone was on the verge of losing themselves, it was Johnny and Natasha.
You grew up with Nat in the Red Room and made a new name for yourselves afterwards. She was your best friend and the one constant in your life.
And Johnny. Your long time lover. The one you had when you had nothing at all.
Johnny stared off into space, convincing himself that it was just a dream, that he didn’t actually lose you.
Natasha stared down at her hands, wondering if she could’ve done anything to stop it from happening.
Tony shifted in his seat. “Does anyone know if she had family?” Tony asked.
No one knew much about your past, except for Natasha and Johnny.
You didn’t really have a biological family, the Red Room made sure of that.
“Yeah,” Natasha replied. “Us.”
Thor paced around, hands on his hips. “What?” he scoffed.
Tony stood up and tilted his head slightly. “Huh?”
“What are you doing?” Thor asked, in complete denial.
“I just asked her a question,” Tony replied, tone leveled.
“Yeah, no,” Thor said, shaking his head. “You’re acting like she’s dead. Why are we acting like she’s dead? We have the stones right? As long as we have the stones, we can bring her back, isn’t that right?” he reasoned. “So, stop this shit. We’re the Avengers. Get it together,” he seethed through gritted teeth.
Johnny’s bottom lip twitched. “It can’t be undone,” he muttered.
“What?” Thor scoffed. “What are you talking about?”
“I said it can’t be undone,” Johnny snapped. “It’s done. It’s permanent. He said it’s an everlasting exchange. An exchange for quite literally all of eternity.”
Thor narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “Come on,” he reasoned. “We’re talking about space and magic. ‘Can’t’ seems very definitive here, don’t you think?”
Johnny huffed, shaking his head. “Well, she still isn’t here is she?”
“But we can try-”
“It can’t be undone,” Johnny repeated. “Or, that’s at least what the red floating guy had to say!” he shouted. “You know what, maybe you should go talk to him yourself! Why don’t you go grab your hammer and you go talk to him?!”
Thor sighed and looked to the ground.
Johnny was right, it couldn’t be undone.
“It should’ve been me,” Johnny said, voice cracking. “Not her, me.”
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Even after bringing everyone back, even after defeating Thanos for good, it still felt as though they had lost.
Because they did. They lost you.
The memory haunted Johnny.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you.
When the room was deathly silent, he heard your voice.
He found pieces of you everywhere he went.
Your favorite color, the smell of your perfume, jewelry you always wore.
Thor’s voice lingered in the back of his mind.
Maybe there was a way to bring you back.
Even if it was unethical.
Johnny payed Bruce a visit, having the brightest idea he had in a while.
He was outside, setting up the machine for Cap to go back and return the stones.
“Hey, Johnny,” Bruce greeted. “It’s nice to see you.”
Johnny sighed, rocking back on his heels. “Nice to see you too.”
Bruce hit a few buttons on the machine. “What’s up?”
Johnny hesitated before explaining. He knew it sounded insane, but it was worth a shot. “So, I’ve been thinking,” he began. “We have this machine here, for time travel, right?”
Bruce stopped his work and slowly took off his glasses, wondering where this was going. “Yeah?”
Johnny nodded and cleared his throat. “Okay, so…why not use it to bring her back,” he said, referring to you. “I mean, we could go back to 2014, before she…you know…” he trailed off. “We bring her back here. Boom.”
Bruce gave Johnny an empathetic look. “Johnny,” he sighed. “It doesn’t work like that.”
Johnny’s eye twitched as she shook his head slowly. “No,” he scoffed. “No, it would work,” he insisted. “You said that going back in time doesn’t change the future, it would create a new timeline, so in theory, bringing her back here from the past doesn’t change anything. It wouldn’t mean Thanos suddenly comes back. It would all be normal. It would be fine.”
Bruce inhaled sharply. “In theory, yes, that would happen,” Bruce agreed, Johnny nodding along. “However, it’s highly unethical.”
“Bullshit,” Johnny laughed sarcastically. “Unethical, seriously?” he scoffed. “You think time traveling to previous timelines was ethical? You think stealing the stones from previous timelines was ethical?”
“We’re retuning the stones,” Bruce reminded Johnny. “And yes, it’s unethical. We go back in time and bring her here, we create a divergent timeline. In that timeline, us taking her would mean they never get the stone in that timeline. They never snap. No one comes back.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “That’s that timeline, not ours. Who gives a shit?”
Bruce raised his brows, lips parted slightly. “Don’t you think that’s morally wrong?”
Johnny narrowed his eyes at Bruce. He was becoming more and more impatient. “I think it’s morally wrong that she had to be the one to die and now all of the sudden no one wants to do anything about it. We have a chance to bring her back. Why not do it?” he tried to reason.
Bruce shook his head slowly. “Look, Johnny,” he sighed. “I feel for you, I really do. I know you’re hurting and probably in the worst way imaginable. But, this is corruption and raises so many ethical concerns. I’m sorry, but we can’t do that.”
Johnny’s jaw clenched. He’d be damned if someone told him he couldn’t bring back his lover.
“Fine,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’ll just do it myself.”
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Johnny spent days and nights down in Reed’s lab making his own form of time travel.
He spent weeks working on it, no one in his family knew what he was making, they just assumed it was some side project of his as a way to take his mind off of things.
But, it wasn’t.
It was something capable of making the entire multiverse collapse.
Bruce didn’t think much of it, assuming Johnny was just pissed that day and saying whatever came to mind.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Johnny meant every word.
After hearing that Steve went back to return the stones and ended up staying with Peggy, Johnny completely lost it.
How could Bruce say it was unethical to bring you back, but Steve could go live out his happy ending?
Johnny wouldn’t let that slide.
Late one night, he finished it. It was done and ready to go.
Weeks spent trying to bring you back. And now he had it.
He ensured everything was set into motion.
Vormir 2014 was his destination.
“Corruption my ass,” he muttered to himself, hitting the button to time travel to save his girl.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
He gasped, landing in the new timeline on his back.
He groaned and staggered to his feet.
It worked. He did it. He was in the past and ready to save you.
He glanced around, taking in his surroundings.
“What the hell,” he muttered to himself, eyes moving vigorously around. “This is not Vormir.”
He was at the top of a bridge, cars were flipped over, glass was shattered, and…was that gun shots firing in the distance?
He flew off of the top of the bridge, racing past a flipped over bus with bullet holes in it. He glanced over and noticed Steve staggering out of it, his shield in hand.
What the hell?
Further down the street, he heard the sound of gunshots firing multiple rounds.
He followed the noise, seeing the back of a figure with long hair.
Natasha was down on the ground, clutching her shoulder, blood pooling from it.
She had been shot.
Johnny’s eyes widened seeing the masked figure raise a gun up at Natasha as he stood on top of a car.
Suddenly, you raced in. The soldier threw a punch your way, but you dodged it, sliding past him, kicking his legs as you did so.
He fell, rolling off the car as you slid off of it, landing on your feet.
He had dropped the gun and you kicked it to the side, charging at him.
You threw punch after punch as he dodged each and every one of them.
He fought like no one else you had ever fought before.
He threw a punch, and you dodged it, ducking an kicking his legs, knocking him down.
“Steve!” you called out. You figured this guy was a super solider, a better leveled fight would be against another soldier.
The soldier quickly rose to his feet, pulling out a knife and spinning it. “Oh, shit,” you muttered.
His grip around it tightened as he slashed it in your direction. You leaned back to dodge it. He threw his hand forward, but you caught his wrist in your hands. The blade of the knife was just inches away from making contact with you skin.
You grunted as you staggered back, trying to keep as much distance between you and the knife.
You kicked him in between the legs, catching him off guard. He dropped the knife, but he quickly recovered and wrapped his metal hand around your throat, it tightening. Suddenly, he pulled you closer to throw you back, your back slamming into a car.
You groaned, face down in the street. “Oh, fuck.”
“At least you didn’t get shot,” Natasha grumbled from beside you.
You side eyed her as you sat up slowly.
It Johnny right then in there.
He was in 2014, just not on Vormir.
He was in 2014, in D.C. during the events of the Winter Soldier.
Steve raced into action and began to fight the man that would soon be revealed as his childhood best friend.
You moved quickly, trying to apply pressure to Natasha’s wound, blood dripping down your hands. “How’d you even get shot?” you teased.
Natasha rolled her eyes. “I was trying to get people out of the street,” she groaned, looking everywhere but down at her wound. “Like that guy,” she said, nodding behind you.
You furrowed your brows. Who the hell would even be over there? You turned around and the man’s eyes widened in shock.
He had done it.
You were real.
And he was standing just a few feet away.
Your gaze returned to Natasha. “Is that that Human Torch guy?” you asked. You knew very little about the Fantastic Four. Just something about cosmic radiation and their powers.
Your team of Avengers had yet to team up with them.
Johnny approached you both, playing it cool. “You need to apply more pressure,” he told you, stepping in. “Here, let me help.”
You shuffled over and watched as he applied as much pressure as possible, making Natasha wince.
You eyed him curiously. “Why are you in D.C.?”
Johnny blinked, turning to you. He almost lost it right then and there. The urge to grab you and kiss you was killing him. “W-what?”
“Why are you in D.C.?” you repeated. “Don’t you and your team reside in Manhattan?”
“Oh,” Johnny chuckled, thinking of something to use as an excuse. “I uhm…I got some insight on the Winter Soldier,” he lied. “Thought I’d come and scope it out.”
Natasha side eyed you, not believing what Johnny was saying.
You narrowed your eyes. “What insight?”
Johnny swallowed hard. He should’ve remembered you weren’t always head over heels for him. You didn’t always just trust what he had to say. You were an ex assassin. You didn’t trust anyone.
“Bucky?”
You turned around and noticed the masked figure’s mask had fallen to the ground. Steve was in shock, he looked petrified.
Your gaze returned to Johnny’s. Something about him seemed off.
He pulled away from Natasha, remembering what you had said about this very event.
The bleeding was now stopped.
He stood up, as did you. “Who sent you?” you asked, prying for information.
Johnny grabbed your shoulders, firm, but gentle. “Look, I know this might sound insane, but you have to come with me,” he pleaded.
You furrowed your brows. “What? No. What the hell?”
Johnny squeezed his eyes shut. He was running low on time. “If you don’t come with me, you’re going to be arrested in a few seconds here. There’s a lot I need to explain and there’s very little time.”
You stepped back away from him. “No.”
Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let me rephrase that. You’re coming with me.”
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
“This is kidnapping!” you exclaimed, pacing around the room.
Johnny rolled his eyes. He had taken you to a small safe house he and the rest of his team used once around the same time. “Yet, you’re voluntarily staying,” he said, sat on the couch.
You stopped pacing and stared at him, jaw clenched. “You could’ve beat my ass,” Johnny went on. “You and I both know you’d easily win in a fight,” he said somberly, remembering the last time he had fought you.
You inhaled slowly. “What do you want?”
Johnny’s tongue caught in his throat. All of this to bring you back, and now he couldn’t even find the words to say. “This is…” he trailed off. “This going to sound insane, but stay with me.” You blinked, waiting for him to continue. “I’m kind of from another timeline,” he stated, making you narrow your eyes. “And, well…in my timeline, we were sort of in love.” You raised your brows. In love in with Johnny Storm?
You snorted and shook your head with a smile. “You’ve got jokes,” you laughed. “But seriously, why are you here?”
Johnny stood up suddenly, eyes mad. “I’m serious!” he exclaimed.
You took a few steps back, perplexed expression. “You mean to tell me you’re from another timeline, implying that the multiverse is real, and in that timeline we were in love? And now you’re here, meaning you’ve mastered the concept of inter-dimensional travel? That’s what you’re saying to me?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say mastered,” he muttered, noting that he was supposed to be on Vormir in 2014, not D.C. in 2014. “But, basically, yes.”
You laughed in his face. “Bullshit.”
“It’s not-”
He stopped himself before he could say more.
The sound of something opening sounded from behind him.
He turned his head quickly, seeing what appeared to be an orange portal open up. “What the…” he muttered to himself.
Three individuals in all black tactical gear walked through, inspecting the area.
You scratched the back of your neck and side eyed Johnny who unironically did the same thing.
You jumped when another orange portal opened up, another individual in tactical gear walking in.
“Appears to be a sequence violation,” the woman spoke, walking further into the room. “Branch is growing at a stable rate and slope,” she noted, looking down at some sort of device. “Variant identified,” she said, looking straight up at Johnny.
Johnny shifted slightly. “What?”
“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for your crimes against the Sacred Timeline.”
You tilted your head slightly with furrowed. “What the fuck is happening?” you muttered to yourself. You had the weirdest day. The Winter Soldier, Fury, Johnny Storm, and now some freaks who just used a portal to enter the room.
You’d heard of aliens and people from other worlds, but this…this felt like something else entirely.
Something larger than the concept of life itself.
“Hands up,” the woman told Johnny. “You’re coming with us.”
Johnny scrunched his nose, taking a step back. “Yeah, no,” he scoffed.
The woman pulled out a baton and lit it up, pointing it in Johnny’s direction. “Last chance, Variant,” she warned.
Johnny laughed and shook his head. “Look,” he began. “I’ve had a rough past few days, and now I’m finally, exactly, where I need to be.” He paused himself and looked up at the ceiling in thought. “Well, actually I’m not exactly where I need to be, but the person whom I need is right within arms reach,” he corrected himself. His eyes landed back on the individual. “So, take this as your last chance,” he warned. “Get out of my way.”
The woman rolled her eyes and swung the baton at Johnny’s face, causing him to move in slow motion.
You scrambled back, watching in shock as she placed some sort of collar around his neck, explaining to him that he was moving at one sixteenth speed.
Who the hell were these guys?
Johnny fell to the ground with a loud thud as the other two men approached, dragging him up and into the orange portal.
“Reset the timeline,” the woman spoke before entering the portal.
And yet again, Johnny lost you.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Before he knew it, he ended up in a place called the Time Variance Authority, aka, the TVA.
Very quickly, he was stripped from his normal clothes, signing papers, and watching an informative video on the Sacred Timeline, Time Keepers, variants, nexus events, and quite literally anything that pertained to the ‘proper’ flow of time.
A learned soon enough that he didn’t exactly dictate his own story. The higher ups did. The Time Keepers. They were the ones who decided that you had to die. They were the ones who took you from him.
Johnny was so close to getting you back, but you had been taken from him yet again.
He wouldn’t live it down. He couldn’t live it down.
You consumed him. You were the air he breathed, his form of oxygen, his lifeline.
He wasn’t going to live without you, no matter what he was told.
Moments later, he ended up in a room with a man by the name of Mobius who decided Johnny could be of greater use.
He sat across the table from Johnny, a file tucked away under the palms of his hands.
“So, you were created by the ‘Time Keepers’”, Johnny said using air quotes, leaning in at the table he and Mobius were sat at. “And your job is to protect the Sacred Timeline?”
“Correct,” Mobius nodded.
Johnny bursted out in sarcastic laughter, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest. He shook his head slowly.
Mobius cocked his head to the side, curious by Johnny’s actions. “Is that funny to you?”
Johnny stopped shaking his head and laughing, but held his wide smile in a demeaning manner. “This is genuinely the dumbest shit I’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing,” he said, smile contradictory to his tone. “The idea that this…” he trailed off, looking around the room. What even was this? “Whatever this is! Decides the fate of trillions of people across all of existence itself at the hands three…intergalactic space lizards is absurd! So, yes. This is rather amusing.”
Mobius sighed and raised his brows at the boy. The silence in the room was deafening. “Are you done ranting?”
Johnny scoffed and sat up straight. “I have a lot to say actually.”
Mobius leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Go right ahead,” he breathed out. “Time runs differently here. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
But, that’s what Johnny didn’t have. All the time in the world. He needed to get back to you and he needed to do it fast. This was just prolonging his agenda.
Johnny shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”
Mobius laughed with a genuine smile. “Oh, but you do!” he chirped. “So, go ahead. I’m listening.”
Johnny’s jaw clenched. He didn’t want to be there. He’d rather be curled up in bed with you, watching some cheesy movie as your hands stroked through his hair lovingly.
Or, in the kitchen baking cookies as he ate the raw batter, you scolding him for it.
Or, stargazing, nerding out over constellations most people didn’t care for.
He’d kill to be in your arms. Be in your presence. Breathe the air you breathed.
But, you weren’t there.
You didn’t exist wherever he was.
Mobius eyed Johnny, narrowing his eyes slightly. “I take it you don’t want to talk,” he began. “So, I’ll do the talking.” He cracked open the can of soda near him and took a sip. “I specialize in the pursuit of dangerous Variants,” he explained.
Johnny furrowed his eyebrows. “Like me?”
Mobius scoffed and shook his head. “No. Way worse.” He took another sip of his drink. “You’re just a little ant on the wall. You make no difference in the way things go around here.”
Johnny narrowed his eyes at Mobius. Before he could come up with his own insult, Mobius continued. “I’ve got a set of questions for you. You answer them honestly and then maybe I can give you something you want. You wanna get out of here, right?”
Johnny shifted slightly, intrigued by Mobius’ offer. Answering some questions and in return leaving, getting back to you? Why not take the opportunity?
“Okay,” Johnny agreed.
Mobius nodded. “Okay, good. Now, should you return, what are you gonna do?”
Johnny inhaled sharply. He needed to play it cool. He needed to be smart about this. It was clear the TVA was after him for trying to bring you back. In doing so, he ended up a timeline criminal.
Obviously, if he were to return, he wouldn’t stop to bring you back.
He’d watch the entire Sacred Timeline, the entire multiverse fall and crumble if it meant being with you again.
“I don’t know,” he said somberly with a shrug, eyes glued on the table. “Probably go back with my family. Maybe see a therapist,” he joked.
Mobius hummed and eyed Johnny. “So, you’re not going to rip a hole in the fabric of reality to bring back your lover?”
Johnny’s eyes almost immediately shot up at Mobius. “Is that what bringing her back would do?”
“Yes.”
“Then, no. I don’t really wanna wanna end up back here.”
Mobius eyed Johnny one last time. Johnny held his somber, cool demeanor. He prayed Mobius hadn’t suspected anything. He had one shot at this and it had to go right. There were do do overs.
Mobius’ eyes lingered one last time.
He was satisfied with Johnny’s expression. with his expression. “Well, that was easier than expected.”
Johnny rolled his eyes and shook his head. “This doesn’t mean I’m easy,” he said. “I’m actually-”
“I think certain people would beg to differ,” Mobius interrupted.
Johnny narrowed his eyes at him. “Can I go back now?”
Mobius scrunched his nose. “Not yet. Look, I need your help. I have some more information on the TVA and nexus events and all that stuff. You’ll know more than enough about time itself,” he explained. “After I tell you, we have a few rouge Variants that have created some Nexus events that you’re going to help me with.”
Johnny pulled his lips into a tight line. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“Well…” Mobius trailed off. “The Variants were hunting that have created these Nexus events were, well…you.”
Johnny raised his brows in shock. “What.”
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Manhattan, New York. 1965.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you warned, lying in your boyfriend’s bed, tossing your hair tie in the air and catching it repeatedly, trying to act as unbothered as possible.
It was hard.
It bothered you more than you’d like to admit.
Johnny paced the room, as he talked to you about his plan. A plan you perceived to be a death wish on his behalf. “Why not?” he challenged. “I feel like going to the Negative Zone could stop-”
“Johnny, please,” you reasoned, sitting up. “Don’t go.”
He stopped pacing and sighed, walking over to you and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I can stop Annihilus for good,” he said, tone leveled. His eyes scanned your worried face.
You shook your head slowly. “That’s a death wish.”
Johnny cupped your face in his hands, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Fine,” he caved. “I won’t go,” he murmured.
You chuckled softly, leaning into his touch. Your hand wrapped around his wrist. “You’re so easy.”
Johnny quite literally did whatever you told him without questioning you.
You could tell him to burn down the entire world and he’d do it without a second thought.
He scoffed and pulled away from you dramatically. “No, I’m not!”
You raised a brow. “Oh, really?”
He nodded and crossed his arms. “That’s right.”
“Give me a kiss.”
Johnny smiled wide. He nearly tackled you into the bed, kissing your lips. You giggled against him, pulling him closer.
He pulled away and looked down at you. “Okay, maybe I’m a little easy.”
You laughed and pulled him back in for another kiss.
The bedroom door was cracked ever so slightly and an orange portal opened up in the hallway, Mobius and Johnny, who was now in a new suit and free from the collar, coming through.
Mobius clicked a few buttons on his tablet. “Okay. Really easy work. This Variant of you isn’t entirely a threat so we won’t have to bring him in,” Mobius explained. “I’ll show you how to reset a timeline here and then you can do the next one. Got it?”
Johnny wasn’t listening. He was peering through the crack in the door watching as you giggled against the other version of him’s lips.
He missed the tender moments with you.
He missed your laugh. The feel of your arms wrapped around him. The taste of you lips.
He missed all of you.
Was it odd to be jealous of another version of yourself? Because he was. This version of himself still had you.
“Johnny?” Mobius asked, looking up from the tablet.
Johnny blinked, coming back to reality. “Right. Yeah. But, can I ask why this timeline needs to be reset?”
Mobius nodded and put the device in his pocket. “Well, you decided not to go to the Negative Zone in this universe. You’re supposed to.”
Johnny furrowed his brows. “Why?”
Mobius ignored his question and looked down at his watch. “We gotta act now. Watch how I do this so you can do the next one.”
Johnny narrowed his eyes at Mobius.
What was the point in checking his watch when he worked for a place that didn’t have…well, time?
Within moments, the timeline was reset.
Johnny Storm would go to the Negative Zone and die in this universe.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
San Diego, California. 1976
Your legs were kicked up on the dashboard, arm out the window and the cool summer breeze blew through your hair.
Johnny had one had on the wheel, the other on your thigh and he tapped it softly to the beat of the song.
You were both supposed to be undercover hippies for a small mission.
But to you both, it was a nice get away trip.
Johnny turned to admire you briefly with a smile before his eyes were back on the road. “What do you think?” he asked you.
You smiled over at him. “Think of what?”
“This,” he said, looking over at you quickly. “You know, the west coast, the beaches, the hippies. Do you like it?”
You nodded. “I do, honesty,” you admitted. It was a nice change from the hustle and bustle of the big city.
“Let’s move,” Johnny said suddenly.
You wiped your head to him, thinking you misheard him. “Sorry?”
“You heard me,” he insisted. “Let’s move here.”
You blinked, taking your legs off the dashboard. “We can’t just pick up and move, Johnny,” you reasoned. “We have a team of people that need us. Shit, the whole world needs us.”
Johnny shrugged. “What if I don’t want that life anymore?” he posed. “What if I just want to finally settle down with my girl? I mean, I feel like we don’t even have time to just breathe. I don’t want to live in a tower with twenty other super people. I don’t want to have to fight every second of the day. I just want to…I don’t know…” he trailed off. “Buy my own house with you. Work at some shitty surf shop and smoke weed on the beach. Come home to my favorite girl and maybe a dog.”
You laughed at the last part. “A dog?”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “Is that seriously all you gathered from that?”
You smirked. “No…I hear you.” Your eyes watched the road as Johnny’s turned towards you again. “Honestly, I’m so down,” you admitted, making him smile. “I guess we can move too,” you teased. Johnny scoffed and your eyes widened seeing the open road ahead. A car swerving from the other side of the road. It was coming into your lane.
“Johnny!” you shouted.
He looked back at the road and reacted quickly, dipping the car out of the way, his arm covering you.
He huffed as the car just barely missed you. “Holy shit! Are you okay?!”
You huffed as well, looking in the rear view mirror to see the car looping back. That was your guy. “We almost died,” you groaned. “But, there’s our guy.”
Johnny pulled over to the side. You opened the glove box and pulled out your gun, reloading it with ease.
Further down the road, Mobius instructed Johnny on how to reset the timeline. Johnny was growing more and more concerned about the factors that called for a timeline reset.
But, he did it anyways.
He told himself he was only gaining Mobius’ trust.
And he was.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
West Berlin, Germany. 1985
“I need backup!” Natasha called from over the comms.
“Coming!” You replied at the same time Johnny did. You knocked out one more henchman before making your way over.
You raced over to where Nat was stationed, Johnny flamming over faster than you could run.
Once there, you helped to take out some henchmen alongside Johnny and Nat.
You stood beside Natasha, firing shots with her. “This is kinda like Budapest,” she said.
You raised a brow, side eyeing her as you fired at a gas canister, making it explode, stopping about five henchmen from reaching you. “You and I remember Budapest very differently,” you replied, recalling what occurred there differently than she did.
You heard footsteps approaching you from behind.
You turned around and elbowed someone from behind you, grabbing them and throwing them over your shoulder onto the floor.
The final henchman in the room was down.
Johnny appeared a few feet away from you and watched you with raised brows. “That might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in awe.
Natasha side eyed you two with a scrunched nose.
“What?” you laughed awkwardly.
“Just wait till we get home,” he said to you with a wink.
“Okay, what the fuck…” Clint said from the comms.
“Language!” Cap chimed in.
“So uhh…” Tony’s voice came in through the comms. “I don’t know if you know this, but we can hear everything you say, Matchstick. It’s open comms.”
“You’re disgusting, Johnny,” Reed lectured.
Ben fake gagged. “I’m gonna be sick.” He then said your name. “Run while you still can.”
“Wait,” Peter’s voice came through. “They’re together?”
Sam groaned. “Do you always have to ask dumb questions? Yes, they’re together,” he told the boy.
“I thought that was kind of obvious,” Bucky replied. “One time I saw them making out in-”
“Stop!” you shouted, making Bucky stop talking.
It was silent for a moment until Tony said something. “We’re definitely not glossing over that. What happened?”
Peter gagged. “Yuck! I don’t wanna hear that!”
Thor’s laugh boomed through the comms. “They’re both very earthly beings,” he noted. “This is normal for you, yeah?”
Sam hummed in thought. “I don’t know, man. Eating each other’s faces every hour of the day doesn’t seem normal to me. But, what do I know?”
“Yeah,” Johnny scoffed. “What do you know?”
“Hey,” Sue interrupted. “Watch it, Johnny,” she warned her baby brother.
You punched the bridge of your nose and tilted your head back slightly. “Can we get back to the task at hand.”
“Kind of hard to when your boyfriend is being gross,” Ben shot.
“You’re mad you’re single!” Johnny shot back.
Ben scoffed. “At least I’m normal!”
“You’re made of rocks! That’s not normal!”
“I meant cognitively!”
Suddenly, the sound of something beeping filled the room.
You looked around and noticed a small grenade rolling on the floor, it stopping right at Johnny’s foot. He wasn’t paying attention, completely distracted from the conversation.
“Johnny!” You shouted, racing over and tackling him to the ground just a few seconds before it went off.
It exploded just inches away from you both.
You landed on the floor beside him, both of you coughing.
Smoke began to fill the room.
“Hey! Are you guys okay?!” Bucky exclaimed over the comms.
Johnny gasped dramatically, sitting up straight. “I just almost died!”
“I doubt that…” Ben trailed off, knowing Johnny overexaggwered everything.
You groaned at sat up. “Pay attention, will you?”
Johnny grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he murmured into your ear. “I genuinely think I almost died.”
And again, another timeline reset.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Seattle, Washington. 1994
Mobius and Johnny watched as you and another version of Johnny seemed to be having a heated conversation inside the Avenger’s tower.
Mobius and Johnny stood outside, watching intently.
“Alright,” Mobius sighed. “Go ahead and reset this timeline. We’re almost through them all.”
Johnny pulled out the device. Before he turned it on, he stared up at the building, watching as you shouted at another version of himself. You both never argued. Not like this. “Why does this timeline have to be reset?”
“She wants to go after another widow who’s still in the Red Room. You think it’s dangerous and a death wish,” Mobius informed him casually.
Johnny turned to him slowly. “Is it?”
Mobius pulled his lips into a tight line and shoved his hands in his pockets. “She goes and dies,” he muttered. “But, you’ve convinced her to not go, so she won’t. She’s still mad at you, though. That’s why you’re arguing.”
Johnny narrowed his eyes at him. “So, I reset this timeline…and she dies?”
Mobius turned to face Johnny. “If you don’t want to I can-”
“That’s not what I’m asking,” Johnny interrupted, tone, for the most part, leveled.
Mobius sighed. “She does,” he said, looking away from Johnny.
Johnny hummed, staring up at the building. You sank to the floor, tears in your eyes. Your boyfriend sat beside you, holding you and stroking your hair gently.
Johnny’s jaw clenched as he handed Mobius the device to reset your timeline.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Miami, Florida. 2007
Music blared in the club. Lights flashed as the smell of weed and alcohol filled the room.
Mobius and Johnny shuffled through the mounds of people.
“Why are we in a club?” Johnny shouted over the music.
“You’re gonna get snipped,” Mobius chirped, leading Johnny through the crowd of people.
Johnny’s eyes widened. “What?!”
“Not you! Another version!”
“I got that!” Johnny scoffed. “That’s just the last thing I expected you to say.”
Mobius finally led the two out of the crowd into a hallway in the back. “Lucky you, your girlfriend is a spy,” he sighed. “She just killed the guy that was supposed to kill you. We need to reset the timeline.”
Johnny cocked his head to the side. “So, I’m supposed to get shot?” Mobius nodded. “Do I die?”
Mobius ignored him and made Johnny reset the timeline.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Time Variance Authority.
Mobius led Johnny through the main office. “Great job,” he congratulated Johnny. “You did great today.”
Johnny followed Mobius. “Thanks…” he muttered. “Didn’t know there were days here,” he added sarcastically.
Mobius stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Johnny. “Try to sound more enthusiastic,” he encouraged the boy. “We have a few more timelines to reset, but I’ll let you take a break.” He led Johnny a few desks down where a man was sat at his desk. “This here is Casey and he’ll help you adjust. I’m gonna go grab some lunch.”
Mobius turned on his heel and left Johnny with Casey.
“Hi!” Casey greeted. “I’m Casey.”
“I know,” Johnny said deadpanned. “It’s almost like he just told me that.”
Casey pulled his lips into a tight line. “Well,” he said changing the subject. “I know you!” he beamed. “I’m kind of a fan.”
Johnny eyed Casey. “I have a lot of those.”
Casey smiled, gushing over his favorite hero. “I admire your courage and dedication,” he told Johnny. “It’s ironic to see it because of your fate.”
Johnny raised a brow. “My fate?”
Casey nodded with a small chuckle. “You’re the epitome of a tragic character. It’s admirable to see the strength you still have, regardless.”
Johnny’s eyes locked on Casey. What he talking about? A tragic character? What would make Johnny so tragic?
Then, it hit him.
The timelines he went to with Mobius.
Johnny cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping me do something?”
Casey stood up straight. “Oh, yeah! Let me give you some documents before I take you to your desk,” he said, shuffling through papers.
Johnny watched as his hands moved papers around on his desk.
The desk was an absolute mess.
Papers scattered, loose paper clips, random pens, ominous sticky notes, a lighter, gum wrappers, TVA tags, weird kicknacks, and…
Johnny’s heart dropped. “What is that?” he snapped, eyes laser focused on the object placed on top of a few pieces of paper.
“Huh?” Casey asked, looking up at Johnny.
“That!” Johnny spat, pointing at the object. “What is that?”
Casey’s eyes followed Johnny’s finger. “Oh! That,” he said, picking it up. He tossed it and caught it with ease. “An infinity stone,” he replied, eyeing it in the palm of his hand. “Think this one is the soul stone or something like that.”
Johnny’s nostrils flared as he his stared at the very object he watched you die for. “Why’s it in here,” he asked through clenched teeth.
Casey shrugged. “I dunno. We use some of the stones as paper weights.”
Paper weights.
You had been reduced to nothing but a paper weight.
Hot tears pooled into Johnny’s eyes. “A paper weight?” he repeated, voice nothing above a whisper.
He watched you die for the stone meant to bring back billions of people. And now, it was sat on top of papers, as if it were nothing.
As if it were meaningless.
Powerless.
Casey nodded. “Yeah. We have a bunch of them. Might as well find some use for it.”
Johnny hummed and nodded slowly, his jaw clenched tight.
He was going to stay in the TVA for a while, learn all there was to learn. Gain as much trust as possible.
But now, he couldn’t wait.
He wouldn’t wait.
He was going to burn this place to the ground.
Footsteps approached him in a hurried manner. It was Mobius. “Hey, so, I know I said you’re on break,” Mobius began. “But, there’s two timelines growing at a fast rate. Could I trust you go and reset one while I reset the other?”
Trust.
Johnny tried to play it off. He gave Mobius an uncertain look. “Does it involve more death?”
Mobius chuckled and shook his head. “No, actually.” He said your name. “She just said something to someone she should’ve have said yet.”
Johnny nodded. “Alright, yeah. I’ll do it.”
“Great. Shouldn’t take you too long. Afterwards meet me back in here so we can actually get you your desk,” he said, handing Johnny a small tablet and a device to reset the timeline.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
New York. 2027
You swallowed hard, stumbling through the wall into yet another shame room.
This time, you weren’t in an endless loop on Vormir. You were in your apartment bathroom, pill bottles and alcohol bottles scattered on the floor.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get out of yet another traumatic event. “Okay, Bob,” you spoke out into the unknown. “Enough.”
You couldn’t tell how long you had been in a loop of your traumas, but you had enough. You only stepped into the void to find Bob, not relive your worst nightmares over and over again.
You heard Bob call your name.
You looked up into the direction of the sound, seeing him in the reflection of the mirror above the sink. You saw him sitting on the floor of what appeared to be an attic.
“Hey,” he greeted with a small wave.
“Hi,” you replied. “I uh…” you trailed off, trying to find the right words to say. “I just want to talk. Okay?”
Bob gave you an uncertain glance. “About what?”
“The stuff we talked about in the vault,” you replied. Both of your traumas, feeling hopeless, and worst of all, finding yourselves turning to poor habits as a way out.
Suddenly, the room went dark, and you were transported into the very room Bob was hiding out in. “Hi,” he said again. “What’s up.”
You looked around the room briefly. “Uhm…not much,” you said sarcastically. “Just, running through a maze of interconnected shame rooms. Have you ever seen anything crazy like that before?”
Bob looked down at the rubix cube in his hand. “I- I don’t know what you want me to say,” he shrugged.
“That you’ll stop,” you said calmly.
“It’s not ‘me’ me,” he clarified. “It’s- It’s-It’s ‘it’.”
You furrowed your brows at him. “It?” you repeated.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “The void.” You stared at him curiously as he continued. “I…I have these good days, you know? Where I feel…I feel invincible. But, then there are a lot of bad days when I remember that nothing…” he trailed off, eyes meeting yours slowly. “Nothing matters. You know?”
You inhaled and exhaled deeply. You felt what he was saying to a whole other level. His words hit too close to home. His words were too relatable.
“So…” you trailed off, staring down at him. “You’re just going to sit here and let it take over?”
“Well, there’s no use in fighting it,” he admitted. “At least I found a nice room.” He turned his head away from you. “The other rooms are much worse.”
You nodded slowly. “I guess it is nice and quiet here.”
As soon as those words left your lips, the sound of a man downstairs sounded. He was shouting at someone as glass shattered.
You turned to Bob as he looked away again. “Don’t mind them,” he told you. “It’ll be over soon.”
You flinched at the sound of someone getting hit as a man shouted again. You glanced down at the crack between the floor, seeing a younger Bob, his mother, and father.
It was clear his father was abusive.
You slowly looked over to Bob who looked at you with tears in his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably and smiled awkwardly.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized to him.
He looked away. “No, it’s fine,” he said.
You approached him slowly and sat beside him on the floor. He sniffled and looked at you, only to look away again.
You placed a firm hand on his wrist, making him look up at you. “What I said to you before was wrong, Bob,” you admitted, referring to what you had said in the vault. “You can’t stuff it down. You can’t hold all of that in alone. No one can. We have to let it out we have to do something about it. We have to spend time together,” you said, void cracking.
You yourself had done anything to do suppress the emptiness you felt. But, now. Now, it was time to do something about it.
“Even if that feeling of emptiness doesn’t go away, I promise you it will feel lighter,” you told Bob.
“How do you know?” Bob whispered.
“Because it already has for me.” Bob looked at you and urged you to continue. “When uhm…” you trailed off, contemplating opening up to him. You decided to. It would allow you to feel lighter. “When my boyfriend uhm,” you spoke, voice cracking. “When he died, I felt like it was my fault,” you admitted, eyes diverting from Bob’s. “We fought. Fought to die. He won and sacrificed himself for some stupid rock. I regret not fighting harder. I regret not doing more to stop it,” you said, tears filling your eyes. “Afterwards, I isolated myself from everyone. I thought it was what I wanted, but in hindsight, I was drowning in my own thoughts. And honestly, that hour in the vault being surrounded by people was the best I’ve felt in a long, long time. So, yeah. We have to let it out. We have to do something about it. We have to spend time together.”
Bob nodded, placing a hand on top of yours. “Okay,” he muttered, agreeing to not drown himself as you had.
“Let’s do something about this, yeah?” you asked, encouraging him to get up.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Right as you were about to stand up, an orange portal opened up right in front of you both.
You furrowed your brows, confused.
You wondered if it was somehow another shame room. It seemed out of place. It was nothing like the other rooms you had been in.
Moments later, a foot came through the portal.
You looked up and saw the very face you didn’t expect to see again.
Johnny.
Your breath caught in your throat, eyes focused on the man before you.
You swallowed hard. “Bob…I know I just trauma dumped to you, but damn. This is fucked up.”
Bob stood up slowly, you doing the same. “No,” he breathed out. “That’s not me…or the void.”
You tilted your head slightly, perplexed.
Johnny took a few steps toward you. He said you name like it was a prayer. Like it was the most precious thing to leave his lips.
“Johnny,” you muttered, tears pooling into your eyes.
Reset the timeline.
That’s what he was there to do.
But, he couldn’t.
You were standing right there before him. Real. Authentic.
“How…” you trailed off. “How are you here? What is this?”
Johnny furrowed his brows. Was there not a version of him in this timeline that existed? “What do you mean?”
“You died,” you croaked out. Johnny raised his brows in shock. “You died on Vormir for the soul stone.”
It hit Johnny like a train.
It all made sense now.
There was a reoccurring theme in every single timeline he went to.
One of you died.
Before Johnny could say anything, Mobius marched through the portal. “There you are!” he exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing?” he scolded Johnny. “Doesn’t take that long to reset a timeline.”
Johnny’s eyes widened, not wanting to reset the timeline so soon. He wanted to talk to you. “Mobius, wait!”
Mobius pulled out the device to reset the timeline and set it on the floor, grabbing Johnny and dragging him back into the portal.
Back to the TVA they both went.
Your timeline, reset.
You wouldn’t mention to Bob about Johnny.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
The Time Variance Authority
“Johnny…you were really gaining my trust, but you’re staring to lose it,” Mobius admitted. “Why were you there for so long?”
Johnny and Mobius were back in the very room they first met in. “I thought time ran differently in the TVA,” Johnny snapped. “Besides, I was there for like five seconds.”
Mobius sighed and placed his hands on his hips. “You know resetting a timeline is an in and out job. No talking to people, no wandering, no nothing! You go in and reset it and leave.”
Johnny’s jaw clenched, nostrils flared. He had been holding it in long enough. “Mobius, I have a question.”
“What?”
“Why has every single timeline we eradicated been because one of us survives?”
Mobius glanced down at his shoes and rocked back on his heels. “I guess uhm…” he trailed off. “I guess it’s just not the proper flow of time.”
“You didn’t answer the question,” Johnny said, glaring at Mobius. “The 60s timeline. She didn’t want me to go to the Negative Zone. She knew I would die. The 70s timeline. We almost get into an accident, but she stops it. One of us would’ve died. The 80s timeline. The bomb. She pushed me out of the way. I would’ve died. The 90s timeline. I stopped her from going to the Red Room. She would’ve died. The 2000s timeline. I was almost assassinated. She stopped it. And that timeline I just went to. I died in it.”
Johnny stared at Mobius, eyes watery.
He felt like he knew the answer already.
Mobius sighed deeply. “Okay, you want to know the truth? Fine. Your relationship is destined for doom. You’re both tragic characters and don’t even realize it.”
Johnny blinked back his tears. Something in his eyes changed. Not grief, but anger. “Tragic characters,” he repeated with a scoff. “Is that all we are to you? Fucking characters in a goddamn book?!”
Mobius jumped slightly at Johnny’s harsh tone. “No. No, you’re not. I’m saying, that’s the way your story was written.”
“By who?!” Johnny shouted.
“The Time Keepers!” Mobius shouted back. “That’s just the way it is. As tragic as it is…that’s the proper flow of time.”
Johnny shook his head slowly. “No. No, it not.”
“Yes it is,” Mobius challenged. “That’s the way the Time Keepers-”
“Mobius!” Johnny interrupted. “Do you hear yourself?! You sound ridiculous! Why should we allow for people to dictate the way our story goes? We have the right to live our own lives! You just made me reset a timeline because someone opened up to someone about their trauma! This is insanity!”
Mobius pinched the bridge of his nose. “Johnny, this keeps the multiverse from collapsing. This keeps the fabric of reality intact! It’s a small price to pay for salvation.”
Johnny couldn’t believe the words coming from Mobius’ mouth. “No,” he seethed. “This isn’t right.”
“Well, it’s the way it goes.”
“Not anymore.”
Mobius’ heart dropped. “What did you just say?”
“Not anymore,” Johnny repeated. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m leaving. I’m going back to 2014 to save my girlfriend. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Mobius ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t,” Mobius warned. “You’re going to quite literally destroy all of existence. It doesn’t matter what you do. You can go to a timeline where she’s still alive, but one of you will die anyway. You can try to save her from another timeline, but it doesn’t matter. We will find you and reset the timeline. Your relationship is destined for doom! It won’t ever end well!”
Johnny chuckled and shook his head. “It’s destined for doom at the hands of the Time Keepers,” Johnny clarified. “Not me,” he said, flashing the device Mobius had given him to travel from timeline to timeline. “I’m writing my own story, now.”
Mobius’ eyes widened in horror. “Johnny…” he warned, taking a few steps toward him. Johnny took steps back, a sinister smile on his lips. “Don’t do this. I saved you, offered you an out. Don’t make me regret it. We will find you and prune you like we should’ve done.”
Johnny chuckled and pulled a lighter out of his pocket. The very one that was on top of Casey’s desk, as well as a paper clip. “Good luck doing that when the TVA is nothing but ash.”
“Johnny!”
He stuck a paper clip in the lighter, puncturing it wrong, causing it to spark ip in flames. He tossed it to the table, the wooden legs erupting in flames.
The fire spread quickly as the fire alarm went off.
The TVA would be consumed in flames in a short period of time.
And just like that, Johnny was gone. Vanished through the orange portal.
“Shit!” Mobius shouted, racing out of the room to escape the fire.
It was useless.
They’d all be dead soon enough.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
Vormir. 2014
“Johnny…” you muttered, knowing this was it.
Johnny shook his head. “No,” he choked out. “Come on. What are…what are we doing?” he asked in disbelief.
Is this really what it had come to?
One moment he was holding you in his arms late at night, talking about nonsense.
The next, he was holding your wrist as you dangled over your demise.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him, voice barely above a whisper.
“No!” He was adamant about not letting you go. “Come on,” he grunted, trying to pull you up. The angle was too awkward to pull you up in his own. You would need to try too. But you didn’t.
“Come on!” he exclaimed. “You gotta help me out, here.”
You looked up at him one last time, tears in your eyes. “Let me go.”
Tears were streaming down his face now. “No…” His grip on your wrist tightened.
Your bottom lip quivered. “I love you.”
Johnny’s eyes widened in horror. He said your name, pleading. “Please…don’t.”
You ignored him.
You placed your feet firmly on the wall, pushing with all your might until you were free from his grasp.
“No!” he shouted, watching you dropped down.
The next moment…
He didn’t wake up surrounded by water.
A flash of flames swooped by, catching you as a portal opened up just to close almost immediately.
༄˖°..ೃ࿔*:･
San Diego, California. 2023
You gasped, landing hard on your back on the wooden floor. “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, catching your breath. “Did I just die?! No way I just died!”
Johnny groaned, rubbing the back of his head. He side eyed you. “What’d you expect? You just jumped off of a cliff.”
You scrambled to your feet and glanced around the room. It looked just like Johnny’s bedroom. The sun was down and the only light in the moon was coming from the moon outside.
“What’d you just do?” you asked confused. “What just happened?”
Johnny stood up and cupped your face in his hands. You looked up at him with worried eyes. You were supposed to be getting the soul stone to bring everyone back. Now, you were back home.
“Listen to me,” Johnny said sternly. “What I’m about to tell you is insane, but you have to believe me.”
You furrowed your brows. “Okay, sure.”
Johnny explained everything. Your death. Him finding you again. Being caught by the TVA. The alternate timelines. Time Keepers. Variants. Nexus events. Your destiny written out by people but yourselves. Him finding you again.
Your lips were parted in shocked as you pulled away from his touch slowly. “Wait a minute,” you stopped him. “What about that timeline?” you said, referring to the one you had lived your whole life in up until that very moment. “They’re not going to get the stone. They’re not bringing everyone back.”
Johnny sighed, knowing how you were. Of course, you’d put everyone else above yourself. It was just in your nature.
“Johnny,” you said. “We have to go back. I have to go back.”
“It’s okay,” he murmured to you, placing his hands on your hips. “I promise you, we’ll be okay here.”
“But-”
“It’s okay,” he interrupted you. “They can’t find us here.”
You furrowed your brows. “How? You just said they track divergent timelines.”
Johnny looked down, away from you. You wouldn’t like what he had to say.
He just killed hundreds of people to be with you.
And soon…it’d be trillions.
“Just…trust me.”
Your consciousness still told you this was wrong. “What if I wanted to go back and do what I was going to do?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Then I’d take you back,” Johnny said, tone leveled.
You sighed, looking out the window. You’d either go back and die for the stone, bringing everyone back, or, you’d stay here with Johnny and live.
“They’re not getting the stone in that timeline. Are they?”
Johnny shook his head. “No. No one is coming back in that timeline,” he said honestly to you.
You hummed, contemplating going back to save everyone. You wanted to. You truly did. But, after hearing everything Johnny just went through just to be with you again? After hearing that everything that has ever happened in your life wasn’t on your own behalf, it was because someone wrote it out for you?
You couldn’t deny him.
“Okay,” you huffed.
Johnny glanced down at you. “Okay, what?”
“I’ll stay.”
“Say it again,” Johnny said, pulling you closer. His bright blue eyes were glued on yours. “Tell me that you truly want this. I want to know that you’re all in. Just say the word and I’ll take you back. I promise.”
“No,” you shook your head. “I want this. I want to stay.”
That was all Johnny needed to hear.
Johnny nodded and pulled out the tablet Mobius had given him. He tossed it into the floor and stepped on it, crushing the device.
There was no way out now.
“I’ve missed you, so, so much,” he breathed out, resting his forehead on yours. “God, I’ve missed you.”
Before you knew it, his lips were on yours.
The kiss was deep and passionate, as if he had been longing for this moment for years.
He finally had his girl back.
You melted into the kiss, completely enamored by the fact that he was willing to destroy the entire multiverse just to call you his.
The kiss soon became rough as he deepened it, hands gripping your waist.
You stumbled back, arms wrapping around his neck.
Rather quickly, he had you pinned down on the bed, peppering kisses down your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, the tip of your nose. Anywhere he could get them.
He lost you and he finally had you back.
It felt surreal.
You leaned into his touch. “Johnny, I have a question.”
“Hmm?” he hummed against your neck.
“Where even are we?”
Johnny groaned against your skin. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
You sat up, Johnny doing the same. “I mean, I have a right to know,” you shrugged.
Johnny punched the bridge of his nose. “Jeez, if you don’t wanna makeout just say that.”
You laughed. “I’m just curious.”
“San Diego. 2023. We’re in the compound.”
“Is this timeline like our timeline?”
Johnny hummed. “Kind of. There’s not much threats here, just smaller crimes. The Avengers and Fantastic Four still exist and live together. It’s basically our happy ending,” he explained.
You nodded slowly. “Okay, but what about the versions of us that live here? Where’d they go? Did we just replace them or…”
Johnny blinked. “Huh?” he laughed awkwardly. “I’ll explain later,” he changed the subject, pulling you in for another kiss.
What had happened to those other version of yourselves?
This time, the kiss was slower, as if he were savoring the moment.
He dragged you into his lap so that you were straddling him. Your hands found his hair, running your fingers through it gently.
Your lips moved slowly against each other. His hands roamed your body, trying to never forget the way you felt.
Suddenly, the door flew open. “Your dog jumped on the table and ate the- Eww!”
You jumped off of Johnny’s lap and turned around to see Peter standing in the doorway with a Santa hat on. The sound of Christmas music played from downstairs. “You two are so gross!”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “What the hell do you want?”
Peter eyed you both up and down. “Why are you in your suit?” he asked you. His eyes landed on Johnny’s outfit. “And why are you dressed like a businessman? Actually!” he stopped himself. “Don’t tell me! You two are into some kinky shit!”
Your eyes widened in horror. “Gross! That’s not-”
“Just come downstairs,” Peter groaned. “Johnny Jr. ate the ham and Mr. Stark is very angry. He said you two have to go buy a new one…if any store is open.”
“Okay,” Johnny sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “Just get out.”
“Gladly,” Peter gagged, turning on his heel and shutting the door.
“Johnny Jr…?” you repeated.
“Our dog,” Johnny clarified.
“Ah,” you said with a nod. “Merry Christmas,” you added, realizing it was Christmas day in the new timeline you were in. “Sorry, I didn’t get you anything,” you joked.
Johnny smiled and pecked your lips. “This is the best gift I could’ve ever asked for.”
The TVA never found you both. How could they when all the workers were dead?
Your alternate timeline only continued to grow, but other timelines branched off of it, slowly destroying the entire multiverse.
Your original timeline collapsed, causing one incursion, leading to another and another. Universe after universe collided, destroying all of reality.
But, who was Johnny to care?
He got what he wanted.
He wrote his own story.
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