Player 10,000 Year Later (Chainsaw Man / The Boys) Multiverse later

In another part of the library, Makima and O-Bengh stood before a room housing the Macchina de Cadavus, a cube emitting a faint, ominous glow.

Makima's smirk turned sarcastic as she crossed her arms. "O-Bengh, are these really going to help me learn the magic of this universe? I think I've seen enough dangerous cubes for a lifetime. First, there's the Tesseract containing the Space Stone—probably scattered in some hidden wonderland by now—and now this, which I don't even recognize."

O-Bengh sighed, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Your husband truly has everything, doesn't he? And yet, he treats powerful artifacts like junk to be tossed aside. But I assure you, this is no mere trinket, and I'm not your teacher."

Makima raised an eyebrow, her yellow-ringed eyes narrowing slightly. "Hmm?"

O-Bengh stepped closer to the cube, his hands hovering over it as ancient glyphs began to glow on its surface. "I'm going to transport you through time to meet someone who can teach you."

Makima's smirk dropped, replaced by a look of incredulous surprise. "Huh? What do you mean, transport me through time?"

O-Bengh glanced over his shoulder, his expression calm but firm. "I mean exactly that. You'll need guidance from someone beyond the knowledge of this era. The Macchina de Cadavus is the key to reaching them."

Makima's gaze flickered between O-Bengh and the glowing cube, her mind racing. "And this mysterious teacher… they're supposed to help me understand magic in this universe?"

O-Bengh nodded. "More than that. They'll help you master it."

He then sighed, a flicker of apprehension in his serene demeanor. "Your Demon King husband, Kang Woo, won't blow this world to pieces if I suddenly transport you through time, will he?"

Makima's smirk faltered as she raised a hand, focusing her control powers. Nearby rats and birds froze for a moment before their sight became her own. Through their eyes, she saw Kang Woo and Kobeni sharing an intimate moment in another part of the library. Her expression darkened as she pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, "I leave you alone for a few minutes, and another woman is already trying to steal my intimate moment with you, huh?"

( there will be a lemon scene , kang woo and kobeni but i need more time ) 

O-Bengh, sensing the shift in her demeanor, chuckled awkwardly. "You know, you can refuse—"

" no problem," Makima interrupted sharply, brushing aside her irritation with a flick of her hand. Her smirk returned as she added dryly, "Besides, O-Bengh, my husband has his own… therapy sessions with his co-wives. Kobeni happens to be the second wife, so I'll let it slide. For now. But let's focus on this little time-travel plan of yours. How will I return to this place since I'm sure I'll end up in a different era?"

O-Bengh pointed to the Infinity Sling Ring on her finger, its intricate design gleaming faintly with power. "That," he said with a hint of admiration. "Right now, you don't fully know how to use it, but the artifact your husband gave you is far superior to any sling ring this universe—or any other—has ever seen. It contains the Reality Stone and Time Stone, which means it can literally take you anywhere, across space and time."

Makima's yellow-ringed eyes narrowed as she inspected the artifact. "Ooh, this isn't just a tool. It's a key."

O-Bengh nodded, his expression serious. "Your husband gave you more than just a trinket—it's a gateway. With enough practice, you won't need anything else to navigate the multiverse."

Makima smirked, her fingers brushing over the Infinity Sling Ring. "Huhuhu, that sounds like something Kang Woo would do—handing over a universe-bending relic like it's a souvenir. Fine, O-Bengh. Let's see where this journey takes me."

O-Bengh suddenly reached out and gently grabbed Makima's right hand.

makima tilted her head, her smirk growing playful. "If you're planning to propose love to me, I'm afraid my heart belongs to Kang Woo."

O-Bengh's lips twitched into a faint smile before his expression grew somber. "Please, Makima. Master the magic of this universe. Become someone who can either guide Strange back from his dark path or, if necessary, be his rival—the kind of rival that can make him realize his mistakes. The other Strange, the fragment of his split existence that traveled to the Lost Library of Cagliostro... I fear it won't be enough. He won't see reason without someone like you."

Makima's smirk faded entirely as O-Bengh's words settled in. Her thoughts churned, acknowledging the immense weight placed on her shoulders. First the Watcher, and now O-Bengh. He didn't even use one of his nicknames this time. This must be incredibly serious.

After a moment, she straightened, her demeanor shifting into steely determination. Placing her hand firmly on O-Bengh's shoulder, she said, "That's why I'm here, isn't it? To save this universe."

O-Bengh's gaze softened slightly, though the gravity of the moment didn't waver. "Indeed. I'll transport you near the person you'll need to speak with. But Makima," he added, his tone firm, "this time, humble yourself. Use your eyes, your heart, and your mind—not just your smell."

Makima raised an eyebrow, her tone calm yet pointed. "That's what I've been doing since I met Kang Woo."

O-Bengh chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "You still see things as blurry, Makima. Only specific people do you truly see with clarity. I suspect you've carried a touch of arrogance with you for a long time—but that can be tempered. Your experiences here are no coincidence. I believe in you."

With that, O-Bengh stepped back and began casting intricate spells, runes of glowing light forming in the air around the cube. The Macchina de Cadavus hummed with energy as the runes grew brighter, the room filling with an otherworldly glow.

Suddenly, O-Bengh's expression twisted into a sheepish grimace. "Uhh, I made an oopsie."

Makima's yellow-ringed eyes narrowed, her smirk reappearing faintly with a mix of irritation and curiosity. "Huh? What? What did you do?"

O-Bengh sighed dramatically. "I should've borrowed the Eye of Agamotto from Strange. Without it, you'll still meet the person you need to, but only for a limited time. After that, you'll be brought back here automatically."

Makima's body was surrounded by swirling orange sparks, the process of time traveling already beginning. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she smirked wryly. " Another note for this universe's list of quirks: one, the librarian who almost let the universe get destroyed by letting a man study his books; two, the so-called good guys here are a bunch of idiots."

O-Bengh laughed softly, the sound fading as Makima's form dissolved into the glow, leaving the library and beginning her temporal journey.

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The chaotic sounds of battle filled the streets of New York City as Chitauri forces swarmed through the skies and streets, wreaking havoc under Loki's command. At Madison Bank, Captain America fought valiantly to rescue a dozen terrified civilians trapped inside. Sweat dripped down his face as he swung his shield, smashing through wave after wave of Chitauri, but the numbers were overwhelming.

"I need to draw their attention away from the civilians," Captain America muttered to himself, already planning his next move despite the grim odds.

Suddenly, a flash of orange sparks burst into existence behind him, and a figure materialized within the swirling glow. It was Makima, her yellow-ringed eyes cold and calculating. She barely had time to assess the scene before a group of Chitauri turned their weapons toward her, preparing to fire.

Makima didn't hesitate. With a flick of her hand, she summoned a sword of darkness  forged from darkness manipulation, its ethereal blade gleaming ominously. In a swift, fluid motion, she dashed forward, splitting the Chitauri soldiers cleanly in half. Their bodies crumpled to the ground, sparks flying from their broken weapons.

The last remaining Chitauri, wide-eyed and panicked, prepared a bomb, its volatile core glowing ominously. Makima's eyes narrowed, and chains of ethereal energy shot forth from her hands, wrapping tightly around the alien. The creature struggled in vain as Makima's chains forced it to swallow its own bomb.

A muffled explosion erupted from within the Chitauri's body, silencing it forever.

Captain America, momentarily stunned by the sheer efficiency and brutality of Makima's actions, approached cautiously, his shield ready but his tone grateful. "I don't know who you are, but thanks for your help."

Makima didn't respond immediately, her gaze sweeping the battlefield with a mix of disdain and focus. In her thoughts, however, a more personal grievance surfaced. Third note: the worst time traveling in history. If I get nothing from this, O-Bengh, I swear I'm burning your books right in front of you.

Captain America touched his earpiece as Clint Barton's voice came through. "Cap, multiple Jonah fish incoming. They'll be on you in minutes."

Captain America's gaze darted toward the trapped civilians. "Everyone, get out of here! A giant space fish is coming to crash this place down. Move now!"

Before he could say more, Makima's dark, ethereal wing unfurled from her back. With a single powerful flap, she launched herself to the roof of the bank, her form cutting through the air like a shadow.

Captain America, still at ground level, stared in astonishment. "Is she... like Thor? Some other humanoid species not from Earth?"

On the rooftop, Makima's eyes swept over the city. The destruction, the swarming Chitauri, and the massive portal in the sky. Her lips curled into a faint smirk, though her thoughts were laced with annoyance. If I'm not mistaken, this is New York. At least there's no Vought here. But aliens from outer space and a giant portal in the sky? Really troublesome.

As the Leviathans loomed closer, Iron Man flew into position, using his wrist lasers to try and pierce their thick armor. Jarvis's voice came through his helmet with a warning. "Sir, we will lose power before we breach its skin."

Before Iron Man could formulate a new plan, an ethereal chain shot through the air, piercing one Leviathan's head and wrapping around another. The massive creatures turned on each other, colliding in midair with a thunderous crash. Iron Man scanned the area for the source and saw a red-haired woman standing atop a nearby building.

Landing next to her, Iron Man's helmet retracted as he addressed her, his tone a mix of curiosity and charm. "Thanks for the assist. Are you, uh, like Thor? An alien from outer space? Maybe a cousin to the Point Break ?"

Makima didn't respond immediately, her yellow-ringed eyes scanning the city below. She seemed more focused on something else entirely. Her thoughts churned as she picked up the faint but unmistakable trace of magic emanating from a distant point in the city. Magic like O-Bengh's and Strange's... That's my destination.

Iron Man tilted his head, watching her carefully. "There's shawarma a few blocks from here if you want to—"

Before he could finish, Makima's dark wing unfurled, and with a single flap, she took off toward her goal, leaving Iron Man standing there, mid-sentence.

Iron Man watched her go, shaking his head with a wry smile. Shame. We could really use a new member of the Avengers. He tapped his helmet as Clint Barton's voice came through his comms.

"Tony, there are way too many aliens heading my way! I'm running out of arrows here. Think you could get your ass over here and actually be useful? Or, you know, lend me one of your suits?"

Iron Man smirked as his helmet snapped back into place. "Not in a century, Barton." He launched himself into the air, heading toward Barton's location, while Makima's single-minded focus led her deeper into the chaos of New York City.

In the chaos of the New York Sanctum, the Ancient One gracefully fended off the invading Chitauri, her golden shield of magic shimmering with precision as she dispatched one after another. Amidst the carnage, a massive figure landed heavily—2019's Bruce Banner in his Hulk form, freshly briefed by his future Captain America about retrieving the Infinity Stones to bring everyone back.

The Ancient One turned, her calm demeanor untouched even amidst the pandemonium. With a slight smirk, she remarked, "I'm sorry, you might not want to go in there. We just had the floor waxed."

Banner blinked, his massive form looking slightly awkward as he processed her words. Before he could respond, another figure descended with a single dark wing unfurled—Makima. She landed with an effortless grace that stood in stark contrast to the surrounding chaos, her yellow-ringed eyes sweeping the scene with detached curiosity.

Banner looked at her, confusion etched on his face. "Uhhh... I don't know you."

Makima's smirk deepened, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Neither do I."

The Ancient One chuckled lightly, her tone playful yet edged with wisdom. "It seems we have two visitors from outside this reality. Now, who wants to ask me first?"

Makima turned her piercing gaze toward Banner, stepping slightly to the side with a small, sarcastic flourish of her hand. "You first, green guy."

Banner, still caught between confusion and urgency, pointed toward the Ancient One. "I'm looking for Doctor Strange."

The Ancient One arched an eyebrow, her tone calm but direct. "You're five years too early. Stephen Strange is performing surgery a few blocks from here. What do you want from him?"

Banner shifted uncomfortably before pointing at the Eye of Agamotto hanging like a large pendant around her neck. "Actually... that."

The Ancient One's expression shifted, her calm demeanor now tinged with firm resolve. "Ahhh, I see. I'm afraid not."

Banner's massive shoulders tensed, and he took a step forward. "Sorry, I'm not asking."

The Ancient One's smirk faded, her gaze sharpening. "You don't want to do this."

"I don't have time to debate—" Banner began, his voice filled with urgency. But before he could finish, the Ancient One raised her palm, which glowed with intricate patterns of golden astral magic. With a precise motion, she struck him, and Banner's towering Hulk body stumbled as his astral form was violently ejected.

The translucent, glowing form of Bruce Banner hovered in the air, his expression frozen in shock and disbelief.

The Ancient One stepped closer, her voice calm but unyielding. "Now, let's start over, shall we, Bruce?"

Makima, who had been silently observing the exchange, let out a soft chuckle, her smirk widening. "Huhuhu... fascinating. It seems even the green giant can be reduced to this. Intriguing." Her yellow-ringed eyes glimmered with a mix of amusement and curiosity as she turned her attention back to the Ancient One.

The Ancient One turned her gaze toward Makima, her expression curious yet composed. "Before we proceed, may I know your name, Ms.—?"

Makima smirked faintly. "You can call me Makima."

The Ancient One nodded in acknowledgment, her tone unwavering. "Makima, could you grant me a few moments? I need to address Bruce's problem first. We're discussing a matter of serious consequence—reality itself hangs in the balance."

Makima tilted her head, her yellow-ringed eyes shimmering with mild amusement. "Of course. I'll observe."

The Ancient One turned her attention back to Banner, who hovered awkwardly in his astral form. After a brief moment of conversation , she spoke, her voice heavy with finality. "I cannot help you, Bruce. If I give up the Time Stone, I doom my own reality."

Banner's translucent form tensed as he responded, his tone frustrated yet respectful. "With all due respect, I'm not sure science supports that ."

The Ancient One sighed, her composure unshaken as she extended her hand. A golden projection appeared in the air, illustrating the intricate flow of time like a stream of light and energy. She gestured toward the projection as she explained, "The Infinity Stones create the flow of time—the projection you see here. Remove one stone, and that flow splits."

She pointed at a branching line in the projection, her voice growing more somber. "While this benefits your reality, it devastates mine. In this new branch of reality, without our greatest weapon against the forces of darkness, our world will be overrun."

Makima watched intently, her smirk fading into a thoughtful expression as she absorbed the Ancient One's words. In her thoughts, she mused, Even the defenders of this reality are bound by these stones. This is a delicate balance... yet another thing Kang Woo would likely discard like trash. She remained silent, allowing the Ancient One and Banner to continue their debate.

The Ancient One's expression remained firm, her tone unwavering. "Millions will suffer if the Time Stone is given to you. So tell me, Doctor Banner—can your science prevent all that?"

Banner hesitated for a moment, then replied earnestly, "No. But we can erase it. When we're done with the stones, we'll return each one to its own timeline, at the exact moment it was taken. Chronologically, in that reality, it will be as if the stones never left."

As Banner spoke, the golden projection shifted. The branching flow of time realigned, illustrating his explanation. The Ancient One studied it with a sharp gaze but continued to press him. "You've explained how the timeline can be restored. But you've missed the most critical point: to return the stones, you need to survive."

Banner's astral form leaned forward slightly, his voice filled with determination. "We will. I promise."

The Ancient One narrowed her eyes, the weight of her wisdom evident in her next words. "I cannot risk this reality based on a promise, Doctor Banner."

Makima, who had been observing silently, leaned slightly against the wall, her smirk returning faintly. In her thoughts, she noted, For the first time in this universe, someone—a bald-headed woman no less—whose brain and knowledge aren't bound by idealistic optimism or self-righteousness. A fact-based pragmatist. Good. Finally, no new bad notes for this universe.

Her sharp yellow-ringed eyes lingered on the exchange as she mused silently, Still, how far will this Bruce Banner go for his goal? More importantly, how much will this Ancient One compromise her principles?

The Ancient One's expression remained firm as she pressed on, her voice calm yet unyielding. "It is the duty of the Sorcerer Supreme to protect the Time Stone."

Banner, his astral form still lingering, replied sharply, "If that's the case, then why did Strange give the Time Stone away?"

The Ancient One froze, her calm demeanor replaced by a sharp intensity. "What did you say?"

Banner sighed, repeating himself. "Strange. He willingly gave the Time Stone to Thanos. I don't know why—maybe he made some kind of mistake."

The Ancient One's gaze narrowed, her mind working quickly. "Willingly… to Thanos?"

"Yes," Banner confirmed. "Willingly. but…"

The Ancient One fell silent for a moment, her face betraying a flicker of doubt. Finally, she spoke, her voice quieter but no less resolute. "Or perhaps I'm the one who made a mistake."

With a wave of her hand, she returned Banner's astral form to his body. The Hulk blinked, looking slightly disoriented but quickly regaining his composure. The Ancient One made a series of precise hand movements, unlocking the Eye of Agamotto and carefully extracting the glowing green Time Stone. She held it out to Banner, her expression solemn.

"Strange was meant to be the best of us," she said, her voice heavy with both pride and melancholy. "The pinnacle of what a Sorcerer Supreme could one day become."

Banner carefully took the stone, nodding. "Then he must have had a reason. A good one."

The Ancient One reached out, grabbing Banner's massive hand and squeezing it lightly. "I'm counting on you, Bruce. We all are."

Makima, who had remained silent throughout the heated exchange, finally facepalmed, letting out a soft groan of exasperation. "I take it back," she muttered to herself. "This universe is fucked. And I've somehow been handed the most insane mission to save it."

The Ancient One, seemingly unfazed by Makima's blunt remark, glanced at her with a faint smile, almost amused. "You're still here, aren't you? That says something."

Makima lowered her hand and smirked again, though this time, the edge in her expression was sharper. "Huhuhu, I suppose it does. Let's see how much worse this mess can get."