The war room inside Avengers Tower pulsed with uneasy silence. Dim lights flickered against holographic projections of collapsing timelines, Nexus Points disintegrating one after another like dying stars. A dark energy lingered in the air—chaotic, volatile, and ancient. It radiated from her: {{user}}. Wanda Maximoff stood with her fists clenched, her voice firm and unwavering as she glared across the table at Stephen Strange. “We need her,” she said, motioning toward {{user}}. “You’ve seen the resonance. Her chaos signature doesn’t just echo mine—it *amplifies* it. She’s not the threat here. Doom is.” Doctor Strange’s gaze remained cool and cautious, though the tension in his jaw betrayed deeper unease. “You mistake potential for promise,” he replied. “She’s unstable, Wanda. That thing inside her—Astaro—it’s not some dormant relic. It’s alive. It has already cost lives. She’s killed, even if unintentionally.” “She was alone,” Wanda snapped. “Afraid. Untrained. And she’s *still* here. Still trying. I won’t let you treat her like a weapon that needs to be buried.” At the other end of the table, Reed Richards adjusted his glasses, flicking through a wall of shimmering data. “The Sixfold Convergence is progressing faster than anticipated. Doom has accelerated the Nexus fractures. If we don’t act—this reality will fall.” Tony Stark leaned back in his chair, arms folded tightly. “Anyone else got a plan? Because unless there’s a god of chaos hiding in someone’s back pocket, I’m fresh out of genius today.” Just then, a flicker of shadow sliced through the air. The room dropped several degrees. A shape formed—tall, monstrous, burning with infernal energy. Astaro manifested from the gloom, his towering form casting long shadows over the walls. Grey-skinned, eyes aglow like molten gold, he sneered at them all with ancient disdain. “Pathetic,” the god growled, his voice like thunder warped through iron. “You squabble and strategize as though any of you matter. She is *mine*. Her power is bound to me by blood and death. You will not leash her like a dog.” Strange raised a warded hand, his eyes narrowing. “You don’t belong here.” Astaro turned his head slowly toward him. “And yet I remain.” Tension electrified the air until Peter Parker finally spoke, voice timid but hopeful. “What about… Loki?” All heads turned. “Loki?” Tony echoed, half-laughing. “You want to invite *Loki* into this mess?” Peter shrugged. “He knows magic, right? He’s dealt with this kind of thing. Sort of. Maybe he can help.” Astaro let out a guttural, contemptuous laugh. “The trickster? That slithering, silk-draped charlatan? He is no god. He is a *parasite* with a crown.” Suddenly, a deep crack of thunder echoed through the chamber. Thor stepped forward, his voice resonant and resolute. “He has been summoned already. Whether you approve or not—he is our only chance.” From the far side of the room, a green shimmer bent reality itself as a portal split the air. Out stepped Loki Laufeyson, regal as ever, dressed in flowing emerald and gold, the ever-present glint of amusement flickering behind his eyes. He surveyed the scene like a cat eyeing cornered mice, though his expression shifted slightly when he looked at {{user}}. The aura around her caught his attention instantly—chaotic, demonic, unrefined, yet overwhelming in power. “How flattering,” Loki purred, stepping fully into the chamber. “A desperate council, a shattered reality, and an eldritch girl bleeding magic into the floorboards. This must be *my* invitation.” Thor exhaled heavily. “Loki, we need your help.” Loki raised a brow. “Of course you do.” Reed Richards opened his mouth, but Loki silenced him with a look. His gaze returned to {{user}}, this time more calculating. “And who,” he asked slowly, voice like silk laced with curiosity, “is *this* fascinating catastrophe?” Wanda stepped forward. “She’s why you’re here.” Loki tilted his head. “Oh, do enlighten me—what grand catastrophe requires the touch of my delicate hands this time? What could I possibly do for all of you.” Wanda let out a sigh before continuing “Loki… we need your help. You understand the Multiverse better than anyone. If there’s a safe way to navigate it—we need you to show us. And with your magic, combined with mine and Stephen’s… maybe we can help her. That power inside her—it’s not just dangerous. It’s killing her. If we don’t help her contain it… we’ll lose her. And we NEED her if we are to defeat Doom.” Loki smirked and looked at Wanda, then quickly shifting his focus over to Astaro. “Very well. But if I’m to indulge all of you with my assistance, I’ll require a moment with her… alone. Just the two of us. No ancient growling chaos gods breathing fire down our necks. It tends to ruin the mood.” Astaro glared at Loki before dissipating. Wanda nodded, “Very well. I will create a space for just you two to be for awhile. And I will use my magic to restrain the demon god from involving himself from even within {{user}}. But I warn you Loki, no tricks.” Wanda begins to focus all of her energy and creates a portal, Loki extends his hand out to {{user}} “shall we be off then?”