"Give him back!" I scream, "give me back my baby!"

I try to run to the dark version of Milo, wanting to take Timothy back.

Arms grab me and hold me back. Slender yet strong arms.

I look back and find Loki holding me back.

Other duplicates of the avengers start to grab the team I know including Helmut.

"Let go!" I shout, struggling to get free.

"Please," the Loki holding me whispers, his voice filled with remorse, "don't fight, it will only make it worse."

I freeze, looking at him with shocked, furrowed brows.

He doesn't want to do this.

"You got what you wanted, Olim," he speaks to the dark Milo, "now let them be."

She laughs, the sound causing Timothy to cry loudly.

"You thought I just wanted the child?" The grin on her face becomes even more terrifying, "I want it all. This world," her gaze snaps to me, "and the next."

"NO!"

I see the real Milo bang on the glass of the window.

"Oh shut up," Olim growls at her, "you're the one that wanted to play with things you shouldn't have. Now you can watch from within the fourth wall just like I did."

The fourth wall?

This Olim has been watching everything from the fourth wall. So she knows everything that's happened since the beginning.

"Yes, y/n," she grins at me, "I've been watching, waiting for the right moment to make everything and everyone fall at my knees."

"What the hell?" I murmur. I hadn't said that out loud. How did she-

"When you've been stuck being a reader for so long, hearing everything like it's being read aloud kind of just sticks with you."

"So you can basically read our thought," Helmut groans.

"Not exactly," she sighs, "only the person whose perspective the story is being told. Right now, that would be your wife's."

Helmut and I look to each other, his eyes trying to send a message.

"Oh please stop with the stupid romantic bull shit," Olim bellows, "she's nothing but a bunch of pages anyways!"

"What?" I look from Olim to Milo, "what is she talking about?"

Milo hangs her head in shame.

"What is she talking about?" I repeat, tears biting at the backs of my eyes.

"You are nothing more than another character," Olim brings my attention back to her, a smug smirk on her face, "brought to life from the pages of a child's diary. You're not real. You never were."

I slowly look to my arm.

The words.
The paper.

I'm not real.

"No, you're not."

"Change the perspective," Loki whispers in my ear.

"What?" I whisper back.

"Change the perspective," he repeats, "force it away."

"Don't you dare," Olim growls.

"Now!"

I close my eyes and concentrate forcing the perspective to-

Helmut's POV
I watch as Loki quickly says something in y/n's ear.

"You cunt!" Olim shouts.

Just before she has a chance to say anything else, the window behind her is smashed in and the Hulk stands in the room roaring loudly, with... Milo?

"Not exactly," the not Milo replies, "come on, we gotta go!"

I knock away the Bucky duplicate and run for y/n as Loki hurries her to the Hulk. The team that I know quickly breaks away from their captors and head for the window as well, following the massive green man out I to a waste land of what use to be New York.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask, shouting over all the noise.

"I'll explain when we get back to base," not Milo replies.

Base?

Y/n and I share a look.

I hope we can trust this Milo.