Energized, Jen paced back and forth in her office, replaying the trial in her head. Agent Praxis’ nervous twitch stood out. “He’s hiding something” she muttered.
She then contacted Wong and America, and soon the trio rushed to the TVA library. They spent hours sifting through files with zero result. “This is pointless!”, Jen growled.
Suddenly, she transformed into She-Hulk, ripping through the screen and stepping into the real world. There I was – yep, me, the writer – typing this chapter accompanied by a coffee on my desk.
I was genuinely startled as She-Hulk loomed over me. This was unscripted. “Change the story! This can’t end badly for Wanda!”, she demanded.
I spontaneously jumped, stammering, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jen! Th…this is the best plot—trust me, the ending’s set!”. I intentionally avoided specifics, letting her assume a sad fate. Or maybe I was just too scared to say anything else. Oh, well.
As I was speaking, the scene shifted back to the TVA library. There, Wong and America, still reading through the archives, paused as Wong pulled a strange, unmarked document.
His forehead was furrowing, while America was leaning in, her eyes widening. “This… this feels important”, Wong muttered. “But we need help to figure it out”.
America nodded. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and concern. “But, who can help us?”, she wondered. Neither of them knew who to turn to…not yet.
The scene cut back to Jen and I—unconvinced, she stormed out of my room. She was smashing through Marvel Studios’ office—props crashing, lights flickering—as she hunted for K.E.V.I.N. – an enhanced AI who was the author of the MCU.
Meanwhile, in the library, Wong opened a magical portal, stepping through to seek aid. America stayed behind, continued to analyze the cryptic document with fierce determination.
At the same time, She-Hulk entered into K.E.V.I.N.’s high-tech lair, data screens pulsing. K.E.V.I.N. hummed flatly, “You again?”. Their exchange crackled with tension. But, before it resolved, the screen cut to black.
