After being away for a whole year, Konnence finally makes his way back to the one home he's always felt was his absolute sanctuary. Though, after such drastic events and changes in his life, it appears more like a haunting shell holding the better days he's seen. Without his key on hand, he decides to enter by way of descending down via flight onto the tongue of the roof and entering through one of the second floor windows - particularly the one that leads inside his old bedroom. As he ducks and steps onto his bed inside, he notes the room is mostly dingy, but  the sunlight shining its way inside helps a tad. Instinctively, he moves toward the door and flips the light switch. Nothing. 

"...I guess it would be silly to pay a bill for a home you don't live in anymore." He comments, thinking on how the man that adopted him since when he was a mere baby must be handling the tragedies that's taken place over the last ten years.

Konnence sighs and momentarily exits his room at a blurring speed, returning in just a mere literal second with nearly a dozen small candles in his cradling arms. He sets them up all around the room and when he's done, he goes to them one by one in quick succession to ignite the candles with the lighter he also has on hand. When that's done, he retrieves a gym bag from his closet and begins gathering clothing to pack inside. Soon, he finally pays enough mind to the interior space and notices familiar boxes on the shelf above his hanging clothes. Carefully, he pulls down two of those rectangle boxes and proceeds to take a seat on his bed while setting the boxes beside him. He opens one of them and inside is a neat line of comic books held in individual sheaths of plastic of their own. He pulls out one at random and finds himself laying eyes on Rebirth Justice League, issue #1. 

"Man… I didn't get to read this yet. I was already kinda' behind, but I bet I'm waaaay out of the loop by this point. Barely feels like it's been three years since the day I died." Konnence comments and goes on to pull the comic out of its plastic. Meanwhile, he's oblivious to someone - to a calculated something observing him from outside. It's none other than Malware. 

"Ehh. I should probably finish reading these later. It's not like I can get comfortable and start living here again." The young man reasons with himself and puts the comic away properly. He leaves the boxes on the mattress and resumes to retrieve more clothes to take back with him. A deed that doesn't take much longer at all. Just as he zips the bag shut and grabs it by a handle strap, an intrusive noise draws his attention from behind. Standing and turning, he comes face to face with his oldest rival. A slight frown takes form upon Konnence's face.

"...I guess I shouldn't be surprised you found this place, but there's no way you could have known I was here suddenly. What do you even want?"

"No way? Come now, I am a connoisseur in tech and technical evolution. I planted hidden motion sensors and cameras here. I was expecting that peculiar man to return, but I found myself surprised with the visual of you." Malware informs, then proceeds to turn his back on the hero. Simply to examine Konnence's collection of comics on the bed.

"As for what I want… Well, that still remains the same as it's always been. Your demise."

"Well, that window of opportunity has passed. I've become twice as strong than I was before. And be careful with those… I still haven't gotten around to finish reading through them." Konnence responds.

"I'm very willing to take your word for that claim. Admittedly, I've made no true progress in finding a way to significantly hinder you. Adrenaline and willpower gives you an edge that I cannot provide counter measures for. My only logical solution is to quadruple my efforts." Malware explains, now plucking the same Justice League comic out of its plastic to give it a read through.

"And you needn't worry one little bit about me damaging your books. Quite frankly, I think they're highly valuable and full of boundless possibilities." The android adds.

"Yeeeeeaah… as cool as your power is to bring fictional characters and objects to literal li–" Konnence tries to convey a thought.

"What say we both expand our horizon, young Luthur?" Malware chimes in with a rhetorical question that takes the young man by surprise. Then, he makes use of that pause and hesitation. He shuts the book and casually tosses it atop of the open box. He turns his body sideways and stares at the hero, pointing a finger that's accumulating a radiant energy source at the boxes. Just as Konnence comes back to his senses and is about to make a move of his own, it's too late.

SSSKRRROOOOOSH!

With the abundance of source material as a target, Malware fires his portal projector and opens a swirling white rift into the 'fictional' world and immediately enters. Konnence isn't so willing, but a sudden powerful vacuum begins pulling at his body with a magnetic-like force equivalent to a blackhole. Everything in front of that rift that isn't nailed down gets sucked inside, candles, dresser, mirror, study desk, clothes, other long boxes of comics, and even dust. 

However, the descendant of divine lineage hailing from Mount Olympus and Asgard, fights against such an imposing pull. With gritting teeth and clenching fists, Konnence turns and begins gradually making distance between himself and the rift. Marching with firm steps as he makes his way toward the exit door. 

"You… GOT… to be kiddin'.. Meeeee!" Konnece utters behind snarling lips as he extends his free hand out for the door knob. Before he can make contact with it however, all too familiar metallic tendrils protrude from the rift and coil around his body and pull him in by the waist, arms, and legs into that portal.

"This is so NOT RIGHTEOOOOUS!!!" His exclaiming echoes throughout the house just as he and that hole in thin air vanish without a trace. Silence and darkness reclaims the former Luthur Household. 

“OH CRAP!!” As if thrown back outside into broad daylight and the open sky, Konnence finds himself  flipping involuntarily through the air as he instinctively relies on his ability to fly. However, someone was just passing by–

"WOAH, LOOK OUT!!"

"AA-HOOOF!!?" A voice shouts from nearby, but there's a hard collision that causes them to tumble through the air for a moment. Once they recover and get a look at each other, Konnence's eyes go wide in disbelief when he sees who he's caught up within an awkward embrace with.

"Rogue!?"

"The one n' only, fella. Where'd a boy like you fall from, though? Is it rainin’ men these days? Didn't even see ya headin' my way." 

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"S-sorry… I.. I'll be more careful next time, ma'am. Or try to… It wasn't by choice, honestly." 

"That's all I could ask of ya, sugah. Hate to hit n’ run, but I'm kinda’ busy today..” She responds and the two split apart.

“You take care now, ya hear?" And with that, the X-Men member waves him goodbye and carries on with her flight destination.

"Wow… she's actually prettier in person… And THAT'S what her voice sounds like? Kinda' interesting." Konnence comments to himself as he waves her off in turn.

"Good. Find as many incentives as you need. Get comfortable before I bring discomfort upon you." Malware suddenly makes his presence known, floating to the side of the hero at a fair distance.

"What do you think you're doing? Why bring me here?"

"Isolation. I want no disturbances on my campaign to terminate you. I also want you to drink in the predicament that I've placed you in.  That this time, I'm not leaving until I find a way to rid you from the plaine of the living. That you're never leaving this place. EVER." The android answers.

"So, what? You're going to just keep throwing ideas

 at the wall until something sticks? We're going to continue this tiresome dance until the end of time? Because you're NEVER beating me." Konnence rebuttals.

"This will be a new series of trial and error. There are things and beings here that can actually hurt you significantly, if not outright kill you. We'll see how long you last." Malware concludes before retreating into a portal that abruptly appears behind him. It goes just as quickly as it came, leaving the stranded hero alone.

"Man… I just got back from Asgard, too. Now what?"

[ Some time later… ]

After spending some time aimlessly flying around, Konnence finally descends to touch down and carry the soles of his black shin-high, steel-toe boots along the pavement of the fairly bustling district of New York City's famous Times Square - the biggest tourist attraction this side of the USA - and proceeds to make his way over to a nearby bench to turn and flop down onto. Beside himself, he places his bag holding the only possessions he was able to keep hold of, which is mostly full of clothing.

"H'aaaah man… last time it was the Justice League movie and now I'm in the Marvel Comic Universe?" He murmurs the question to no one but himself before leaning back in his seat and hooking his arms over the back support of the metal bench. With his head tilting back, his neon jade eyes gaze pitifully up at the big blue sky above.

"Not that it's not a cool thing to happen, but I really wanted to take care of some things. My dad's probably going to think I'm running away, too. Maybe… Would he realize that I got caught up in samaritan stuff?" Konnence ponders further upon his situation, oblivious to how many passing eyes he's drawing to himself with his black & fairly baggy asgardian garbs that stand out like a sore thumb in public. 

Soon enough within his thinking, he blinks as a realization dawns upon him. His eyes widen as his posture shoots forward into a hunching position where his hands find his knees.

“Wait a minute… I'm in the Marvel Comic Universe.” He repeats to himself with newfound optimism.

“I'm in the Freakin’ Marvel Comic Universe!” He shouts those repeating words as he jumps up out of his seat while simultaneously snatching up his bag. He begins walking forward with hustling steps while musing to himself. So dismissive of a world he thinks is sheer fiction as he muses to himself like a madman who just had an epiphany, that he continues to fail to notice the occasional looks he's getting.

“I can do ANYTHING here. I can ask for Doctor Strange's help, go to the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicraft, hang out with the X-Men, lend a hand to Spider-Man, shake Captain America's hand…” He begins listing off the possibilities available to him, and with each passing idea, his priority keeps wandering further from simply finding a means to get back to his own world.

“Dude, I could even fight THANOS!!!” He exclaims with a child-like big,  toothy smile on his face as he clenches his free hand into a tight fist at the thought of getting into a slug fest with the wicked Titan.

“THIS IS GONNA BE SO SICK!”

THMP.

“G'UUH!?”

“Woah there, little fellow.” Without warning, he collides into a smaller figure who's running without paying attention to what's ahead of them. 

“Apologies, stranger. I was just–... Just…” And there the two get a good look at one another, resulting in the kid trailing off with his thoughts. Konnence's expression is just as dumbfounded as the boy's upon really taking in the peculiar details of the kid's attire. Green eyes meet another pair of green eyes. 

“You're… Loki. Right?... When did you… No. Sorry, that's just a costume, right? Are you lost?” The taller of the two asks as he tries to make sense of things.

“No, you were spot on before, my strange friend. And… I too feel as though I know you somehow.” Loki answers, now squinting his eyes as he studies the taller male's presence. Soon, that squint becomes a soft frown of confusion.

“...Hela?” He utters within a near whisper. The answer is obviously incorrect, but it's still enough to send a chill down Konnence's spine.

“N-no. No! I'm her–... I mean…I know of her.” Konnence quickly corrects himself in the midst of answering, averting his eyes as he does. Technically he wasn't lying. His biological mother's name is Hel, but being a reader of comics, he's aware that Hela is an iteration of her. Even so, he wonders how Loki was able to make that connection so easily.

“Ah… I see. How downright peculiar.” Loki muses out loud, crossing his arms as he tilts his head to a side.

“I'm certain that I know you somehow, yet such memories elude me. There's just something about the air around you.” The God-turned-child adds.

“THERE you are.” A female’s voice cuts into their conversation and draws their attention. The two turn their heads to see–

“Ah, Ms. America. I thought I might have given you the slip… A shame I didn't.” Loki comments with a mild look of annoyance on his face.

“Yeah, a real damn shame, chico.” She concurs with a glare while cracking her knuckles as if preparing to lay down a long overdue beating. In reaction, the child of a God moves to take partial cover behind Konnence. Something the angry powerhouse of a young woman takes notice of and shifts her eyes toward the taller male.

“Huh… Don't know who you are, but I have a hunch it ain't just a total coincidence that you two look like you could be siblings and that the gremlin's choosing to hide behind ya. You stepping aside or sharing a beating with that little twerp?” She asks while arching a brow.

“Woah, woah, woah… Easy, easy. I don't fight females… Maybe we can just talk this out instead?” Konnence offers as he extends an arm to block off access to Loki.

“A violent maiden this one is… Thinks with her temper, not her head. I'd reconsider your stance on hitting women if I were you. That may be a visage of a lady, but she hits like a meteor.” Loki advises calmly.

“Ehh. Sorry, but it's a code I live with..” Konnence informs with an awkward smile.

“...Are you mad? Absolutely foolish. You're either an imbecile of the highest degree or the embodiment of chivalry itself, and neither will do you any good in this lifetime.” Loki remarks with a disapproving shake of his head. 

“Fine by me. Makes this all the more easier.” Miss America comments as she bawls her hands into fists and prepares to lunge in with a swing. However, the roaring sound of a massive explosion going off disrupts the whole moment and even the civilians going about their day. 

B O O O O O O M ! The ground shakes for a moment as the top of the dome-shape explosion in the far, far distance can be seen over the tall buildings.

“What the hell just happened…?” America questions while looking toward the bright yellow light.

“I don't know, but it doesn't sound good…” Konnence comments.

“Mortals supplying the methods to their own demise again, I reckon.”