IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE (Reader x MarkĀ”Variants) ā°Ā²
warnings: blood, possessive and obsessive traits, emotional blackmail, kidnapping, inappropriate language.
summary: You're just Mark's forgotten human friend, left aside after his life turned upside down. But was that really all you were in the main universe, and what about in others?
author's notes: Hi everyone, how are you? I hope you're all well! Here's another chapter, this one was rewritten twice because I accidentally deleted it lol... wow, I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading!
PREVIOUS CHAPTER: 01
ā YOUR EYES āŖ COLOR ā« widen as you try to process the scene in front of you. The sight of two Marks (or Invincible) leaves your mind slightly hazy, as if that couldnāt possibly be real.
As if it were just some kind of sick joke. You try to back away from the situation, but the white-suited Mark is faster, his arms sliding around your waist until he grips your hips with extreme force:
That Mark Without Lenses laughs, his dark eyes devouring your face as if you were a work of art āā his pupils dilate, licking his lips:
"Oh," he laughs. "I see you had the same idea as me, Mark," the Mark Without Lenses exclaims, landing atop the debris of the broken wall. Your dorm room had turned into pure chaos, everything shattered, scattered, and covered in dust. "After all... weāre the same person, with the same goal in the end, arenāt we?"
"Shut up," Mark snaps, grinding his teeth. You try to break free from his grip, but his hold is firm, as if he refuses to let you go. "Stay still," he says with unusual seriousness.
"Oh, so you didnāt tell her?" the Mark Without Lenses approaches, laughing mockingly. "You know weāre not the only ones who had this idea... itās only a matter of time before all the others show up," he smiles maliciously. "And when that happens, the real war will begin."
"Others?" you ask, confused. Your eyes widen as you feel the white-suited Mark tense beside you.
"It doesnāt matter." Markās grip tightens painfully on your hip, making you gasp. "Iāll kill them all, without exception. Anyone who lays a hand on my woman will die." He says it so casually it sends chills down your spine.
"My woman?" the other Mark mocks. "Youāre stealing from another Mark and still calling her yours?" He bursts out laughing. "How arrogant, Mark Viltrum," the smug grin on his lips is terrifying.
Suddenly, he stops, staring at you as if you were nothing more than prey:
"Sweetheart... close your eyes, I donāt want you to see so much violence... yet." And in an instant, using his super speed, the one without lenses lunges at the other Mark, raising his fists.
Mark Viltrum shoves you aside, and you stumble, falling hard onto the ground. The scene before you is terrifying āā the two colliding, blows clashing as Mark Viltrum blocks with precision.
And the building trembles.
Your breathing becomes uneven as you scramble to your feet in panic. From the corner of your eye, you catch the moment Mark Viltrum lands a punch on the other, making him spit blood... yet he laughs.
And groans. Asking for more.
Itās sickening, and you quickly back away, your steps unsteady, dust rising around you. Taking advantage of the moment when neither of them is paying attention to you, too consumed in a fight that seems endless.
The hallway is empty, and with every strike, the building shakes.
Your mind races as your body pushes toward the emergency stairs āā thereās no way youād take the elevator in a situation like this.
Who were those two? And why did they look so much like Mark?
You try not to dwell on it, especially not on the fact that there were others. Other Marks? Other copies? And why were they coming after you? Where was the real Mark in all of this?
He definitely wasnāt worried about you. He probably didnāt even know his identity was being stolen by idiots with his same face, voice, and body.
Your steps are desperate as you rush down the stairs from the 7th floor toward the ground level. The building shakes like jelly, the walls starting to crack apart.
Your eyes lock onto the number: 4th floor. You were close. Just a bit more and youād reach the ground floor, finally escaping this nightmare.
Your steps halt when you notice a man standing at the bottom of the fourth-floor staircase. Tall, slightly muscular, wearing a black and blue suit that covers his entire body, along with a mask.
You freeze halfway on the stairs, your hands trembling as you realize he stopped as well, his shoulders tense as he speaks quickly:
"Iām not here to hurt you," he says calmly. "I came to help you... I wonāt hurt you like the others." His voice sounds like Markās, though slightly muffled by the mask.
The masked man steps closer āā or tries to āā because you immediately step back, slipping and falling onto the step behind you:
"DONāT COME ANY CLOSER!" you shout, eyes wide. He raises his hands in surrender:
"I wonāt hurt you," he repeats gently, using the same tone Mark always used with you in tense moments. "Iām not like them... I just want to take care of you."
His shoulders tense even more when he sees how scared and withdrawn you are:
"I miss you," he begins, his voice dropping. "In my universe, you were killed by Omni-Man... and..." He swallows hard, as if on the verge of tears. "But I wonāt let the same mistake happen twice... I wonāt let anyone hurt you."
Your brows furrow:
"What the hell are you talking about?!" you snap, standing up and gripping the railing. He steps closer again, and you retreat further.
"Iāll protect my mother... and you..." He moves toward you, his steps heavier now. Your eyes widen, your breathing quickens, and you think youāre about to be kidnapped again by some lunatic.
But then the building shakes violently, the structure cracking. Pieces of concrete begin to fall, and you shut your eyes tightly, bracing for impact.
You feel hands grabbing your waist, pulling you away. Your eyes try to focus on something, but the dustāalong with something that feels like fabric completely covering youākeeps you from seeing anything.
You stifle a breath, your hands pressing against a strong chest. The wind brushes softly against your face, and panic begins to rise as you try to kick whatever is holding you.
And suddenly, clarity returns to your visionāslowly, you look at the strong arms holding you, noticing the chaos surrounding the campus.
Destruction. The college buildings were ruined, but your building was now reduced to nothingāblocks of concrete where you had once spent so much time.
Your eyes widen in confusion, and you swallow hard as you realize you're in someoneās arms, being carried through the air.
Shit.
Your head quickly turns to the side, your expression shifting when you notice another guy who looks like Markābut wearing a mask and a pathetically red-and-white uniform.
With Omni-Manās symbol.
Omni-Man.
Your brain short-circuits, registering those last words. Your arms struggle weakly against the muscular chest, light tears forming in your eyes:
āLET ME GO!ā you shout, but that āheroā doesnāt obey. His hands tighten around your waist, as if reminding you whoās in control.
āDonāt be rude,ā he says, his voice once again similar to Markās, making your stomach twist. āIām the one in charge hereā¦ā His grip becomes firmer. āMaybe I should remind you who you belong to.ā
GDA HOSPITAL
Amid all the chaos, Mark stands beside Eveāwho lies unconscious in bed, her leg broken, in a light coma.
The world outside was falling apart.
Several variants causing destruction beyond anything seen before. All thanks to Angstrom, who seemed extremely amused watching this dimension crumble into ashes.
Cecil enters the room alongside Donald, who carries a tablet in his hands.
The older man crosses his arms, sighing:
āMark.ā His voice echoes through the room, where only the beeping of Eveās vital monitors can be heard. āYou should be out there, helping other heroes who are dying because of pathetic copies of you.ā
āIām not leaving,ā he snaps, clearly frustrated, looking at Eve. āI canāt leave her here alone.ā
āSheās in one of the most guarded hospitals⦠Itās unlikely your variants will find us here,ā Cecil explains, while Donald starts scrolling through something on his tablet.
āNo.ā Mark growls. āI wonāt.ā
āYour mother, your friends⦠would you let the world fall into chaos? When Eve is stable?ā Cecil presses, growing irritated. āYouāre our only available weapon against those monsters.ā
āNo,ā Mark growls again, refusing to look at him.
Silence falls, and Cecil sighs, glancing at Donald, who seems to understand immediately.
Images of destruction project from Donaldās tablet. The college campus⦠your campus.
Itās like something snaps inside Mark as he sees it.
āWe deployed small drones across Chicago⦠the situation is bad,ā Cecil begins, arms crossed. āThey left the big cities and came here.ā
āThere are 25 more heading there⦠Some were killed, others intercepted⦠butāā Donald pauses. āThey all have one thing in common.ā
Mark freezes, letting Eveās hand slip from his fingers as he stands abruptly, though still tense.
āWhat?ā
āāŖ name ā«.ā
The silence that follows is terrifying. Cecil knows heās hit a nerve.
He inhales deeply, adjusting his tie as the image zooms ināyou, struggling in Omni-Markās arms.
āAnd there are more heat signatures heading thereā¦ā Donald continues. āThey probably want something from her, since they havenāt hurt herāand are even fighting each other.ā
Mark goes still, eyes locked on the projection. Youādefenselessāwhile Omni-Mark holds you with possessive force.
He feels it. He notices the way the other Marks are looking at you⦠at what is his.
āI figured youād want to know that⦠your childhood sweetheart is in the hands of those maniacs, and she couldāā
Cecil is cut off when Mark grabs him by the collar.
āWhere⦠where is she?!ā he demands, rage rising through him. He looks like a different man now, almost shaking, fists clenched.
āUniversity campus in C-Chicago!ā Cecil answers quickly.
Mark releases him, grabbing his mask from the counter and putting it on.
As heās about to leave, he glances once more at the projectionāat youāand feels a burning urge to destroy that pathetic version of himself.
But the image suddenly glitches and disappears.
āSomeone mustāve⦠taken out our surveillance drone,ā Donald says.
Mark clenches his jaw and leaps out the window, flying toward the campus.
Without looking at Donald.
Without looking at Cecil.
Without looking at Eve.
Without looking back.
Flying toward you.
Because heās tired of pretending that staying away from you was enough.
Tired of pretending that becoming a side character in your life was the right choiceāthat youād be safe.
But he was wrong.
Because leaving you alone was enough for dozens of versions of him to come after youāto claim you, to kidnap you, or worse.
He wouldnāt let you slip through his fingers again.
That Markāthis versionāwould not lose.
He wouldnāt leave you again.
He would run, fly, and kill every single one of themā
Just for you.
Only for you.















