Sokovia had become a wasteland.
The sharp smell of burning mixed with concrete dust, creeping into everyone's lungs.
The battle was over—but the embers of war still smoldered across the city.
There wasn't a single intact building left. Twisted steel bars jutted from collapsed walls like the bones of giant beasts.
Overturned cars still smoked.
Broken glass glittered coldly under the setting sun.
Survivors crawled out of basements and subway tunnels. Their expressions were numb, their eyes hollow as they stared at what used to be their homes.
No one screamed.
Grief that deep left people speechless.
They simply walked through the rubble in silence, digging through debris in hopes of finding something familiar—
Or someone they had lost.
---
The Avengers scattered across the ruins.
Rescuing people.
Or perhaps… trying to make amends.
Steve carried a soot-covered baby out from beneath a collapsing apartment building and handed the child to its mother.
The woman took the baby.
She didn't thank him.
Instead, she stared at him with a mixture of fear and hatred.
A man rushed over, pointing at Steve and shouting:
"Get out! You monsters!"
"Look what you've done!"
"Get out of our country!"
Steve said nothing.
He simply turned and walked toward the next pile of rubble.
He knew any explanation would be meaningless.
War always had a cost.
But this time—
The price was too heavy.
Under the sunset, his back looked like a silent mountain carrying an invisible weight.
---
High above the ground, Tony carefully lifted a bus hanging from a broken bridge with a tractor beam from his armor.
The comm channel filled with curses from civilians.
He couldn't see their faces.
They couldn't see his either.
"Filter ninety percent of environmental audio," he ordered the AI.
Inside his HUD, the casualty numbers kept rising.
Every number felt like a needle stabbing his heart.
---
Inside the Quinjet, the atmosphere was suffocating.
"So… you just revived him like that?" Tony asked, removing his helmet.
Exhaustion and confusion covered his face.
He took a long drink of water.
"Like pressing an undo button on a computer?"
Everyone stared at Levi like spotlights.
Bringing someone back from the dead—
That was far more unsettling than Ultron trying to destroy the world.
That power belonged to gods.
Yet now it sat in the hands of a mortal.
Levi opened his eyes.
"I forced a rollback on a timeline that hadn't fully stabilized yet," he said calmly.
"The cost is enormous. It can only be done once."
Of course, he wasn't telling the truth.
The Time Stone was one of his trump cards.
The explanation was deliberately vague—just enough to stop further questions.
"Cost?" Tony pressed instinctively.
He always wanted to know the price tag.
"You can't afford it."
Levi looked at him calmly.
But the weight in his voice ended the conversation immediately.
Tony fell silent.
For the first time, he realized—
Some things truly couldn't be measured in money.
---
Natasha sat in the corner with her arms crossed, watching quietly.
Bruce Banner adjusted his glasses.
Behind the lenses burned a mixture of scientific obsession and confusion.
Time reversal?
It violated every physical law he knew.
He wanted to grab Levi and demand a full explanation.
But he didn't dare.
The monster inside him behaved like a tame cat around Levi.
---
Wanda approached with Pietro.
Pietro still looked pale.
Dying once had taken away some of his playful arrogance.
He looked at Levi with pure gratitude—and something close to reverence.
He stepped forward and stood straight like a soldier.
"I owe you my life."
"If you ever need anything… just say the word."
Wanda didn't speak.
She only stared at Levi.
Those beautiful eyes—deep like galaxies—were filled with awe, admiration…
And a burning emotion she didn't fully understand.
She wanted to say thank you.
But any words felt meaningless in the face of someone who had rewritten death itself.
Finally, she bowed deeply.
Her voice trembled.
"From today onward… my life belongs to you."
It wasn't gratitude.
It was devotion.
Offering everything she had.
Levi watched her quietly.
The future Scarlet Witch—a being capable of rewriting reality itself.
After a moment, he nodded slightly.
As if this outcome was only natural.
---
A few days later.
Upstate New York — Avengers New Facility
The old Stark Industries warehouse had been rebuilt into a modern headquarters for training, research, and living.
Inside a spacious conference room, the core team gathered once more.
Outside the massive windows stretched green grass and dense forest.
Peaceful.
Almost unreal compared to Sokovia's ruins.
---
"I'm returning to Asgard," Thor said first.
His massive frame carried unusual gravity.
"The six Infinity Stones have appeared on Midgard one after another in just a few years."
"That is no coincidence."
"Someone is playing chess from outside the board… and we are all pieces."
"I need answers from my father."
---
"I'm stepping away too," Tony added, leaning back in his chair.
He looked exhausted.
"I created Ultron."
"And nearly destroyed the world again."
"Pepper was right. I need a break."
"A real vacation."
He looked at Steve sincerely.
"Cap, this place is yours."
"You're better suited to lead them."
Steve nodded firmly.
"Natasha and I will train a new team."
His gaze lingered briefly on Wanda and Vision.
Two newcomers with world-shattering power.
One carried the Mind Stone.
The other wielded Chaos Magic.
They were incredibly powerful—
And incredibly dangerous.
Two unsheathed blades.
---
Levi hadn't spoken once during the meeting.
He leaned in the far corner like an outsider, watching the transfer of leadership and team restructuring with detached eyes.
When everyone left, he finally walked to the large window.
This trip to Sokovia had been… productive.
S-Rank Chaos Magic
S-Rank Mental Law
And Ultron's core database, now imprisoned within his mind.
Chaos Magic allowed him to rewrite reality.
Mental Law allowed him to control it.
And Ultron's code was a master key capable of opening nearly every technological system on Earth.
Levi was especially satisfied with Mental Law.
It filled his biggest weakness—
Mental strength.
It also granted powerful psychic abilities:
Mind manipulation
Memory reading
Thought influence
His gaze moved across the lawn outside.
Wanda stood there practicing energy control.
The red-haired girl.
Wanda Maximoff.
A natural vessel for Chaos Magic.
An Omega-level mutant with the potential to rewrite reality.
Levi could clearly feel the emotions in her gaze whenever she looked at him.
Dependence.
Admiration.
Her mind was like a blank sheet of paper.
And he was the only color on it.
He didn't dislike the feeling.
After wandering the universe for so long—
Watching stars die and civilizations rise and fall—
Loneliness inevitably crept in.
Perhaps having a companion wasn't such a bad idea.
A partner who could keep pace with him.
Who would share his long lifespan.
And whose loyalty would never waver.
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