MARVEL-THE MULTIVERSE TRADER

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MASS RELEASE CHAPTER→5 (last)

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The room was still buzzing with leftover energy from Nova's casual display of power. Fast food wrappers lay crumpled on the table, half-finished drinks collecting condensation rings, and the low hum of a beat-up box fan did little to cool the warmth that hung in the air. The sun outside had dipped below the horizon, leaving the room cloaked in the kind of dusky twilight that made everything feel a little more secretive.

Ned was practically bouncing in his seat, his grin stretching ear to ear, eyes bright with excitement. He looked like a kid who just found out Santa Claus was real — and packing heat.

"Okay, okay — but like, what else can you do?" Ned asked eagerly, leaning forward as if proximity might get him a better answer. "Could you, I dunno… heat up my coffee? Or make my phone float?"

Nova snorted, leaning back in his chair with a lazy, smug grin, flicking the last of his hash brown wrapper into the trash with sniper precision. "I literally just told you — it's not magic, Ned. I need to understand the underlying principles before I mess with something."

Across the table, Harry perked up, curiosity igniting in his gaze. He propped his elbow on the table and pointed a finger. "So like… what? You gotta know the science behind it?"

"Exactly," Nova nodded. "The more I know about the structure, energy, and mechanics involved, the easier it is. I can't just snap my fingers and summon lightning. But if I understood air ionization, charge differential, path resistance… maybe."

Peter let out a low whistle, leaning back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitching. "So basically… the smarter you get, the scarier your power becomes."

"Yup," Nova shrugged, eyes glinting.

Ned's gaze darted toward his phone like a new thought just slammed into him. He snatched it up and plopped it onto the table. "Okay then — test. Can you turn this off without touching it?"

Nova grinned, teeth flashing. "Basic circuits? That's easy."

He waved a finger lazily toward Ned's phone. The screen blinked, flickered, and died.

"DUDE!" Ned yelped, grabbing it up like it might suddenly burst into flames. "Okay, okay — that's sick!"

Harry, not one to be left out, grabbed a soda can from the table. "My turn. Could you… I dunno, make this explode?"

Nova raised an unimpressed brow. "Pressurized liquid, trapped gas — yeah, I could. But May would murder me if I trashed the carpet."

The group burst out laughing, but Nova still flicked his fingers. The can rattled gently in Harry's hand, a faint hiss of escaping gas making Harry's grin stretch wider.

"Holy crap," Harry grinned, looking giddy. "You're like… a walking reality glitch."

"Basically," Nova chuckled, resting his feet up on an empty chair.

And then, of course, the conversation veered exactly where every conversation with teenage boys inevitably went.

Harry leaned in, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Alright, hypothetically… if you, say, really understood how airflow works under a skirt, you could… you know…"

He waggled his eyebrows, and Ned immediately choked on his drink.

"Dude! You're such a creep."

Peter groaned, though his grin betrayed him. "Classic Harry."

Nova snorted, raising a brow. "Technically? Yeah. Air pressure manipulation's basic stuff. But no way I'm wasting my power on panty shots… unless the situation really, really called for it."

He shot Harry a look, wiggling his eyebrows, and the two of them shared a mischievous grin.

"Okay, okay," Ned said, voice low, leaning in with a conspiratorial smirk. "New idea — you walk into cheer practice, wait for them to start those high kicks, and boom — sudden, perfectly timed updraft."

Harry let out a sharp laugh, nearly choking on his soda. "Dude, that's evil!"

Peter shook his head, though he was grinning now too. "Yeah, until you get a face full of someone's shoe."

"Worth it," Ned declared immediately, without hesitation.

Peter cracked his knuckles. "Alright, serious question though — you meet some hot senior at one of those college parties you go to. Could you, theoretically… unhook her bra without touching her?"

Nova gave a slow, smug grin. "Of course, I already know how to unhook bras. So just a snap of my finger and those two decliously suckable things would pop free."

"Legend," Harry cackled, fist-bumping him across the table.

Ned was nearly crying from laughter. "Oh my god — Nova's gonna be the reason we get banned from school dances."

"Good thing I don't go there anymore," Nova grinned, draining the last of his coffee. "But hypothetically, you three degenerates would probably get yourselves caught long before anyone pointed a finger at me."

"Hey, you're the one with powers now," Peter shot back with a smirk.

Harry nudged Ned, his grin practically feral. "Bet Nova could make a girl's panties disappear and reappear in his pocket without anyone noticing."

Ned gasped like he was witnessing the birth of a new religion. "Bro. Bro. You'd be a god.

"Alright," Harry said, leaning in with a gleam in his eye, "what about Mrs. Sullivan?"

Ned practically choked. "Bro — Mrs. Sullivan? The tightest pencil skirts in the school? I swear, she bends over once and the whole room stops breathing."

Peter groaned but grinned. "You mean when she drops the whiteboard marker? Every damn class."

Nova raised a brow, intrigued. "Alright, what would you do if you three had my power?"

Ned rubbed his hands together. "Subtle. Make her necklace pendant fall right down into her top mid-lecture. Watch her scramble to fish it out of her cleavage in front of thirty kids."

Harry barked a laugh. "You'd crash the damn school Wi-Fi with all the mental screenshots."

Peter added, shaking his head but smiling, "Or swap the buttons on her blouse. Real minor. Top button works, but the next two? Stuck. She keeps tugging at it."

Nova grinned. "Now you're getting creative."

"And bro," Ned whispered conspiratorially, "Professor Lane. From your college."

Harry's grin widened. "Is that the one with the killer curves you mentioned?"

"Oh yeah," Nova said with a smirk. "Tight dresses, five-inch heels, and an attitude like she owns the damn building."

"Alright, alright — listen," Harry said, leaning closer like he was sharing a state secret. "During a lecture, you flick the heel of her shoe. Not enough to trip her, just enough to make her stumble and catch herself on the desk."

Ned grinned. "Gives everyone the perfect view while she adjusts."

"Or," Peter suggested, even he unable to resist now, "mess with the elasticity on her bra strap. Make it snap against her shoulder while she's writing something."

"Damn," Nova chuckled. "I thought I was bad."

"Here's one," Harry grinned. "Girl's wearing those off-shoulder tops? You slowly shift the fabric every few minutes. She'll keep pulling it back up, not knowing why."

Ned burst out laughing. "Or tweak the tension in her jeans so she has to do that little hop thing girls do when they readjust them."

Harry nodded eagerly. "Every guy in the room would be dying."

Nova smirked. "You degenerates need supervision."

"To be fair," Ned said, pointing his finger. "With your powers, even the most innocent wardrobe malfunction could feel like a miracle."

Peter chuckled. "Or a disaster, depending who you ask."

Harry raised his drink. "To Nova — the one man who could end an entire cheer routine with a flick of his finger."

"To mischievous chaos and the girls who'll never see it coming," Ned grinned.

Nova clinked his can with theirs, laughter filling the room. And for a moment, it was the perfect teenage fantasy world — where power and hormones made for dangerously good ideas.

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CHAPTER:- (36-41

37 → THE GOBLIN'S DEMISE

38 → THE KILLER AT THE FUNERAL

39 → THE PARTY AFTER FUNERAL

40 → A DATE WITH MAY

41 → A MORNING WITH MAY

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