In the world of magic, whoever had the bigger fist was right.
Voldemort: ???
Gandalf: Yes, yes, absolutely!
Why should sorcerers have to return energy they had borrowed through their own abilities?
If they lacked power, they could just borrow a massive amount from a dimensional demon god. Energy was the least valuable thing those beings possessed anyway.
The Ancient One: Ahem... yes, yes, absolutely! Exactly right!
Dormammu: You fucking bald sorcerer...
Wong's answer made the Captain's expression dim somewhat. Josen knew it was time to step forward and save America's sweetheart's perky ass... no!
America's sweetheart's smile!
So he stepped forward and came up beside Rogers and Natasha. "Captain, I think I can help with this."
"What?"
The Captain froze for a moment, then a hint of delighted surprise appeared on his face.
"Josen, are you serious?"
Seeing the delighted surprise on the Captain's face, Josen nodded slightly, a faint, reassuring smile on his lips.
"Of course. Now that we have the coordinates, I can help bring Tony Stark back."
The Captain clenched his fists tightly. Only after a long moment did he softly utter two words: "Thank you."
A stray lock of hair sticking straight up on Josen's head twitched alertly. Was this the Steve/Tony ship?
Even after years without contact, even though neither had spoken of forgiveness, their bond had not diminished in the slightest.
That damn chemistry!
He loved it!
Beside them, Black Widow Natasha keenly caught the unusual shift in a certain shipper's microexpressions. She blinked curiously.
This Superman from another world wouldn't happen to be that way, would he? Well, whatever. It's the twenty-first century already. Everyone's free to choose.
Josen, who had heard Black Widow's thoughts through his passively active Mantra, said, "..."
I'm not! I'm not! I have a wife!
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