### 1. When the Sky Cracked Twice
Jon had just kissed Arya's forehead when the first Rift howled open.
It didn't shimmer like before — it screamed. A jagged rend of reality above the Vigilance Helicarrier, splitting the stars like broken glass leaking shadow.
Below, alarms shrieked. SHIELD's magical failsafes fried in sparks.
And then came the first drop of ruin: a Portal Tear opened inside the bond sanctum.
> And through it stepped another Wanda Maximoff.
But this one wore no gown. No scarlet sigils. Just cracked bones, mouth sewn with magic thread, and eyes swirling with Dormammu's corruption — chaos magic turned hollow.
Wanda stood frozen as her corrupted self stared at her.
Daenerys entered slowly.
Jon drew Longclaw — not with panic, but prophecy whispering down the blade.
"She's not real…"
"She's mine," Wanda growled, stepping forward.
"No," Jon warned, reaching for her.
> "She's you... if we lose."
The corrupted Wanda shrieked — and the lights exploded.
### 2. Fire and Chaos, Colliding Shadows
In the main chamber, the war had begun.
Shattered doppelgängers launched through portals one by one:
- A corrupted Sersi, draped in glitched Eternals matrices.
- A Mystique fused with Warlock tech — her shifting skin burned open, revealing cables.
- Worst of all, Jon saw himself.
Not in a mirror.
But in blade and blood.
> The Other Jon.
Clad in black Valyrian plate, face unscarred, eyes hollow.
He raised his warped sword — Longclaw corrupted into a darkened, rune-eating weapon: **Nightbite**.
And his smile was kind… and horrifyingly sad.
> "I protected our queens until they became thrones. Loved them until they begged to lose form. I did what you're too weak to do."
Jon didn't flinch. "You sacrificed them."
"I ascended with them."
He turned to Wanda. "Ask her — what she called me before she forgot."
To Sif: "Remember the night we destroyed Helheim?"
To Arya: "You let me chain you because I never let you love me."
And then… he turned to Daenerys.
His voice dropped.
> "I burned a world for her and she called me 'Husband of Truth' at last breath."
Daenerys stared.
But didn't speak.
She leveled her palm, and screamed flame into his feet.
"I'm not yours in any dimension."
### 3. The Battle That Cannot Be Won
The corridor war ignited—
Jon vs Jon.
Longclaw vs Nightbite.
Flame vs Void Magic.
Twin swords clashed under cosmic blood.
Arya and Daenerys dove through the west sanctum, battling corrupted clones of themselves — blades spun, flame clapped, shadows leapt.
Wanda faced herself.
Not with spellfire — but memory.
"You lost everything because you couldn't forgive yourself."
Dormammu-Wanda shrieked, shards of twisted runes burning backward across the walls.
Mystique fought a version of herself like a ghost chasing its reflection — flipping forms mid-fist, disguises flashing between warriors that had kissed Jon's mouth a thousand versions ago.
In the sky?
SHIELD's outer wing was split in two. Sersi was fighting alone — elemental wrath surging — until a red beacon launched upward.
Jon lit it from the sanctum floor — a call flare activated only when a Queen was in danger.
He bled into it as flame wrapped skyward.
And Sersi responded.
### 4. The Flamebreaker Ritual Begins
Sersi crashed down into the central sanctum beside Jon — her skin alight with ancient song.
"We have to sever the links," she gasped. "Their connection to their Jon is tethered."
"And you know the spell?" Jon asked.
"I helped write it 5,000 years ago. But..." She looked at him. "One of your queens has to step in front of it. Their bond is the bridge."
Arya? Staring at the shattered version of herself, daggers bloody.
Sif? Cursed briefly and bleeding lightning.
Mystique? Still battling her half-tech duplicate with fire in her eyes.
It was Wanda who stepped forward.
Jon froze. "No."
"You chose me once for chaos. You gave me more than survival, Jon. You gave me a place between war and wishing. Let me return the flame."
And she kissed him — not soft.
> Final.
### 5. The Heart That Breaks the Tether
Together, Jon and Wanda stepped into the circle Sersi conjured.
Flame from his chest linked into chaos from her palms.
Together, they reached into the sky where the threads of corrupted queens flickered.
And they tore it all down.
Wanda screamed. Jon roared.
The Rift ruptured.
Corrupted Daenerys. Fallen Arya. Mirror-Mystique. Forgotten Wanda — all began to collapse inward like sand burned in reverse.
Across the battlefield, the corrupted Jon made one last move.
He ran for the sanctum.
Longclaw raised. Nightbite screaming.
Jon pulled Wanda behind him — and met himself blade for blade.
They fought as flame blurred vision — brother souls slashing under prophecy.
Their blades locked.
"You still think love is enough."
"It is," Jon spat.
"No... it's your leash."
Jon paused.
Then grinned.
"Then may your leash pull you into fire."
He tilted his blade.
And drove Longclaw **into his own heart** — but only metaphorically.
Because beneath their feet, a glyph burned.
Arya had triggered it.
Daenerys added fire.
Sersi snapped the sigil to life.
> And the Other Jon was sealed.
Swallowed by a collapsing world of his own making.
### 6. Aftermath: Burnt, But Held
Wanda lay on the ground afterward, wrapped in silk and magic, glowing weakly.
Jon sat beside her.
Daenerys stood behind him, hand on shoulder. Arya leaned calmly against a pillar, breathing now like a member… not just a sword.
Mystique brought a bottle of chilled starlight-draught and handed it to Sif. "For the ones who survive madness."
Sersi exhaled.
"We bought time. But the anchor flame is weakened now."
"What happens next?" Sif asked.
Wanda sat up, eyes tired, soft.
Jon looked at all of them.
> "Now we reforge it. Together."
And together — they would.
But in the distance… a new realm opened.
With a woman watching.
Hair like spell-silver.
Eyes glowing between dimensions.
**Clea. Sorceress Supreme of the Dark Realm.**
And she whispered,
> "So you're the boy with fire tied to love. You'll need more than loyalty when the Old Ones rise..."