A/N - A little warning. I did go a little overboard with writing what could realistically happen to someone in Jack’s position here. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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  –Jack Sullivan–

  “Hmm?” Feeling something odd, he looked down at his right hand, the ohat held the Power Stone, and was surprised to find the Stoself now embedded in the palm of his hand, glowing purple veins spread across the stone, going into his body from there.

  “Huh, !” Were the st words he spoke before another ser impacted his unsuspeg body.

  The ime he came back to life, he used the Power Stone embedded hand and thrust it in the dire where he khe ser would e. The oute was…..unsatisfactory, he thought to himself as he felt his body burst into pieces as a shockwave came from below.

  For some reason, his barriers were not really cooperating with him today. It didn’t help that due to holding on to two pieces of the Big Bang which disrupted his trol over every other damn thing, including his barriers, it would seem.

  He had never—DEATH—--tried holding onto two different Infinity—-DEATH—-stones before, that too without using an Infinity Gau. IT was already a wohat—-DEATH—-that he was able to hold onto both artifacts without dying though—DEATH—-the Time Stone was in the Eye which should be taining the Infinity-ness of the infinity Stone pretty much so why was—-DEATH—was he not gaining trol over the power that had been with—-DEATH—-him the most?

  “AAAAAAA!” He then heard a distant roar before the sound of something hitting the ground at high speeds entered his ears. Of course, he pletely ighat as he was thinking about something really important.

  His hand on his , he failed to react when a twisted skewer of some sort burst right through his body, puncturing basically everything. Snarling, since he was not dead and everything hurt like a bitch, he grabbed the tentacle with his Power Hand (Yes, he was going to call it that, even though it would have beey ge had he been in the right state of mind) a loose the power, screaming in pain as the votile energy vaporised the tentacle but some part of the tentacle was in his body as well, vaporising what was left of his ans as well.

  Spitting out blood and his tongue apparently, he smiled bloodily at the hordes of animals that were watg him with their master absent, growling and lig their lips with their hideously long tohat might as well be tentacles. He ughed, coughed, and ughed as he raised his POWER HAND with difficulty and bsted himself on the head with it, erasing himself.

  He came to sciousness in the same spot, breathing heavily as he saw many of those hordes charge at him. With blurry eyes and a sweaty face, he raised his POWER HAND and puhe ground with it, hoping to create a giant shockwave that would take care of his enemies for him. The hing he khe wave was omnidireal a hit with a face full of Purple.

  With yet another deep breath, he found himself in front of a noticeably thinned out crowd of Dark Ones, with most of them being very far away from him. That was the sed time he had killed himself but the first one was iional and he khat his mental state was not that great at the moment but that one single moment, that decision was going to haunt him for—

  “Hey! Look, a puppy!” He excimed, kneeling down as a small ugly as shit slimy but still puppy approached him with its wittle legs and wittle tail. He gently scooped it up, being careful not to use the POWER HAND to touch the little thing or he might end up killing the cute thing.

  “Oh, you’re such a cute baby! Yes, you are! How did you get here, little guy? Did your daddy abandon you? Did daddy Doormat aban–” DEATH

  All he saw was something dark headed right for his face before his vision darkened, clearing a bit as he saw himself right o the little puppy of DEATH!

  “Ah!” He yelped as he jumped bad thrust his POWER HAND forward, releasing a stream of energy that burhe little puppy. It was not good to look at, especially with the haunting sounds of dogs being burned alive, which holy traumatised him more than killing himself.

  He turned around, only to find himself in a crater with a shit ton of puppies standing on the edge of the crater, looking straight at him. He deadpa the shit as all the puppies opeheir mouths and threw their tongues out, their tongues rolling out ically rge before they rolled it baside. Holy, it made him puke his guts out.

  Then again, this was the Dark Dimension so why did he expeything else, as he saw a rge tentacle entering his chest and another ing out of his chest, even as vomit and blood tio escape his lips.

  Then as he felt an impa his head, he died.

  “AHHH!” For impact, he came out screaming from the other side, already p up the POWER HAND before pung it right down, geing a wave that spread outwards from him, without harming him this time. Dying once like that was enough. The wave thing worked because he stopped hearing the little yips of demon puppies after that.

  “Not Cool, Doormatty, not cool. Using Man’s best friend like that.”

  He looked all around him as the ndscape became void of any moving thing, with only the moving purple lights and all the little moving ndmasses being the only thing in his vision. He sighed and colpsed on the ground, shuddering and frothing at the mouth as the sed he rexed a little, the weight of all that had happened until now came crashing onto him, his mind, and his body.

  His body was wracked with shudders and phantom pains as he felt his body beiroyed in increasingly creative ways over and ain as his mind tio be its own worst enemy, filling it with thoughts of him never being good enough. Of not being able to stop Dormammu, of losing his own will, and dispelling the Time Loop.

  Of destroying that very feature from the Eye using his authority just in case he stopped resisting and gave in. The shame of destroying something priceless because he wasn't strong enough.

  All of this kicked in all at once as he bcked out, the Stoill in his possession.

  ____xx____

  New York

  –Wanda Maximoff–

  Her entire vision was filled with red, her agic, the one she had unleashed without aation because her magic itself had told her what her destiny would be. Despite CHthon’s interference, her own agic was her own, and it told her, in no uain terms that her time, oh had e to an end, and if she wished to let her bother live in peace, she had to go somewhere and do something that would destroy her, mind, body and soul pletely.

  So, she had answered the summons that came from her powers and ended up being in Manhattan a week before this whole fiasco. Her powers led her to a cheap motel oskirts where she spent aire week, all by herself, in aating, getting her mind ready to make the ultimate sacrifice.

  ‘Who would’ve thought, Wanda Maximoff, Scarlet Witch, someone prophesied to either destroy or rule a multiverse, would destroy herself over love.’

  Guess that was something that Chthon never uood. The cept of love. It was kind of poeti a way. Dormammu, another being on par with Chtho came to evil, bypassed and almost defeated by someone doing everything they could for love.

  “Huh, Ironic,” She muttered as she floated mid air, keeping that nasty darkness body restrained using her magiamu’s domain illing over in this reality, giving him untold amounts of power, just like the one he was using to destroy her Chaos threads one by one, a, she built threads as he destroyed them with seeming ease. Only it wasn’t with ease, it was only by burning her essehat she could make so many of them.

  Then again, she was going to die anyway, so why would she be worried about magical ption? Her soul was scheduled for nation so why not go out with a bang, doing something that is unequivocally good?

  Within her senses, she could sense someone, injured and trapped under all that rubble. Her left hand shot out, sending waves of agic that lifted the rubble and covered itself around the–

  Tony? The man was unmistakable Tony Stark as she pulled his body out of the rubble, with his Suit flickering in and out. She hissed as she realised that Tony’s legs had been severed with Dormammu’s attad the magical energy was eating the rest of his body.

  Her mind fshed with the memories of the worst day of her life, the day she lost her parents, her innoce, and herself, all in one day. The day Stark Industries’ missiles invaded her home and stayed there all day, keeping her on edge.

  Ahe visio as it came, in an instant. Her hands curled as she drew in all the Dark energy from Tony’s body and then healed the damage done by the Dark Energy and cauterising the wounds. She made sure that Tony was alive before flinging him in the dire of the bots she could see that were headed her way. She khat TOY would be alright sans his legs because her Magic told her so.

  Free of any distras, she drew on all her power and trapped the Darkness body which was somehow the perfect avatar for Dormammu, just like she was for Chthon, she buried him in Chaos threads, strong enough to resist even his magic. The main threat averted for the moment, she looked up, at the gregation of dark clouds that threateo take over Manhattan’s sky.

  The clouds would float forward, drawing even more jagged lines iy before rolling back, shuddering as they did so. Then, they would gain mround and roll back. The cycle went on and on as she worked on keeping the main threat to the city tained. Dormammu didn;t have any more zealots worth mentioning, they were all dead.

  All she had to do was keep that body sealed long enough for Jack Sullivan to do his job and banish Dormammu from this realm. How was he going to aplish such a moal task? She did not know but she khat whatever he was doing, it was w, at least temporarily.

  The clouds tio shudder, with them geing a varying flow of Dark Energy into the darkness body that helped her mahe threads. She used some of the spare esseo create a giant cage all around them so that Earth’s atmosphere would not get corroded by their energy because she khat if any living being mao get into tact with Dark Energy for prolonged periods of time, they would eventually end up mutating and being the Dark ones.

  She did not have the patiend wish to deal with that. She sehe arrival of the Avengers as well as her brother but she did not turn around, even as she felt thunderous impacts on the cage she had structed around her. She khat if she turned around, she would find herself face to face with Pietro and she would not be able to hold on.

  No, it was better this way. She couldn’t even wipe her tears because the strain of holding on caused her to cough blood. Even through that, she held on and smiled because she could tell something , something was ing and it was ing for her.

  Hopefully, Pietro will be fine and Jack will know her involvement in this, adding another yer of prote for her brother.

  ____xx___

  Dark Dimension

  –Jack Sullivan–

  His eyes snapped open, gasping deeply a upright, spitting out whatever had stu his mouth. He almost lost his breakfast entirely when he saw spit mixed with dark is wiggling around. He looked down and to his horror, his entire body was burrowed into by is too many and too disgusting to t or look at.

  Screaming, he thrust his POWER HAND right into his chest, vaporising himself. He nded on the ground, looking around as he saw yet another crater filled with purple energy but also devoid of any is, so he sidered that a win.

  Kneeling on the ground, tears freely flowed through his eyes as he thought of his fate, of what he had already endured and what more was ing for him.

  And in that moment, the stress of it all, of everything, of making this decision because there was no one else who could do so, the fear that he might have to do this for eternity until he became a mindless husk, the fear of giving in somehow aing Dormammu win, the fear of letting himself down, the fear of losih and ning billions of people to fates worse thah, coupled with the physical pain of being in this godforsake all caught up to him.

  And in that moment of extreme stress, his mind cracked.

  “AAAAAAA!” Screaming himself hoarse, his mind and body lit up with Power as he drew on his barriers, as well as the energy from the Power Stone, destroying the ndmass he was stranded on, and vaporising a rge k of the Dark Ones in the viity as well, drawing the attention of the Dark lord Dormammu who was busy detailing with his perfect avatar being captured and drained by Chthon’s chosen.

  Ofcourse, he notione of that, at that moment because he was too busy going insane.

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