MARVEL: THE MULTIVERSAL TRADER

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Back in the restroom, Nova took a deep breath as the Omnitrix's timer reached its limit, shifting him back to his normal form. The rush of hyper-intelligence faded, leaving behind a dull ache in his temples. He splashed some water on his face, collecting his thoughts.

This was turning out better than expected. Not only was he curing Harry, but they were about to revolutionize genetic medicine—all while keeping control of the information. With the way he structured it, they wouldn't just be handing over a miraculous cure; they'd be manufacturing scarcity, ensuring that the breakthroughs were manageable, profitable, and, most importantly, didn't attract the wrong kind of attention.

It was a delicate balance.

Nova smirked at his reflection in the mirror. "Perfect."

After composing himself, he returned to the table, where the others were still staring at the revised formula. Peter was practically vibrating with excitement, muttering equations under his breath. Ned was furiously typing notes into his laptop. Harry, however, was watching Nova carefully, his eyes sharp.

He commented," So using your brain makes you pee?"

Ned burst out laughing.

Nova roller his eyes," Shut up!"

Ned was practically wheezing. "Dude, is that why you ran off so fast? Your brain was working overtime, and your bladder couldn't keep up?"

Peter snorted, trying to stifle his laughter. "I mean, it is a lot of processing power. Maybe his body just has to—uh—flush out the excess data?"

Nova sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're all idiots."

Harry smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I dunno, Nova. You spend a couple of minutes being a genius, and the first thing you do afterward is sprint to the bathroom? That's a little suspicious."

Ned leaned in conspiratorially. "Be honest—do you have, like, a cooldown period? Is there a memory dump happening in there?"

Harry, still smirking, drummed his fingers on the table. "So, what happens if you push it even further? Do you just, like, black out and wake up in a puddle?"

Ned choked on his drink.

Nova exhaled slowly. "Alright. New rule—next time I upgrade my brain to solve your problems, I expect absolute silence and respect. No jokes, no teasing."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Mmm… nah."

Peter grinned. "Yeah, I don't think that's happening."

Ned clapped Nova on the shoulder. "Look at it this way, man. At least you don't have nosebleeds like anime protagonists. You just, uh… lose hydration in a different way."

Nova groaned. "I hate all of you."

Harry chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. "Love you too, genius. Now, let's get back to making history—before you need another bathroom break."

Ned and Peter lost it again.

Nova just sighed. He was never going to live this down.

After some light teasing, Harry glanced at the formula again and let out a slow breath. "So let me get this straight. We have a stable serum that will cure my disease, but instead of just making that public, we're turning it into multiple products—gradual, controlled releases?"

Nova nodded. "Exactly. The first version—the healing serum—will be the public face. It'll treat severe injuries and some genetic disorders, but it won't grant permanent regeneration. That keeps the technology valuable without making people start asking the wrong questions."

Peter adjusted his glasses. "And the strength-enhancing serum will give people an edge, but not too much of one. They'll still need to work for it."

"Right," Nova confirmed. "We don't want another super-soldier arms race." He smirked slightly. "At least, not yet."

Harry let out a low chuckle. "You think like a businessman."

"I think like someone who understands how power works," Nova corrected. "If we just throw this out there, someone else will take control of it. This way, we control the narrative. We decide who gets what and when."

Ned grinned. "So… when do we start?"

Harry smirked. " We will start tomorrow."

Nova nodded, then suddenly, a teasing smile spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair. "Oh, right. Speaking of important plans… you guys do remember that prom night is next weekend, right?"

Peter, Harry, and Ned all froze for a second before exchanging glances. Nova's smirk widened.

"I sure hope you do," he continued smoothly, turning to Peter first. "Tell me, Parker, have you asked your sarcastic queen yet?"

Peter immediately stiffened. "W-what? Who—"

Nova rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't play dumb. Michelle Watson. You know, the girl who roasts you every time you open your mouth, and yet, for some reason, you keep coming back for more?"

Ned snorted, barely holding back laughter. "Oh man, he's got a point, Peter. You and Michelle bicker so much, it's basically flirting."

Harry smirked. "Yeah, you sure you two aren't already dating?"

Peter groaned, rubbing his temples. "You guys! We are not flirting!"

Nova gave him an exaggerated look. "Uh-huh. So, does that mean you haven't asked her yet?"

Peter hesitated, then muttered, "I'm... working on it."

"Translation: he hasn't even tried," Harry said, shaking his head.

Nova sighed dramatically. "Tragic. Truly tragic. You get bullied into submission on a daily basis, and you still won't just ask her out?"

Peter groaned. "She doesn't bully me!"

Ned grinned. "Dude, she literally calls you 'Puny Parker' at least three times a day."

Harry chuckled. "And yet, you smile every time she does it."

Peter's face turned bright red. "I hate all of you."

"Love you too, bud," Nova said before smoothly turning to Harry. "And you, rich boy? Has your Princess Liz agreed yet?"

Harry gave a nonchalant shrug, but the slight shift in his posture gave him away. "We're… talking about it."

Nova burst out laughing. "Talking about it? What, are you drafting a contract for her to sign?"

Ned grinned. "Dude, just ask her. If you wait too long, she's gonna think you're negotiating a business deal instead of a date."

Harry rolled his eyes but smirked. "I'll ask her officially, alright? Happy?"

"Very," Nova said before turning to Ned with a thoughtful look. "And last but not least—what about you, fatty? Has your gaming partner, Betty, agreed yet?"

Ned puffed up his chest. "Actually, yes! I asked her yesterday, and she said yes!"

Peter and Harry immediately cheered while Nova blinked in surprise. "Huh. Well, damn. Look at you, smooth operator."

Ned grinned smugly. "Unlike some people, I get things done."

Peter smirked, suddenly turning the tables. "Speaking of getting things done, Nova… since you're giving us all this grief, have you asked Gwen out yet?"

Harry grinned. "Yeah, genius. You've been dodging that question for a while now."

Ned folded his arms. "Big talk, but are you actually gonna do it?"

Nova's smirk didn't waver. "Oh, absolutely. I'll ask her out tomorrow. In front of you guys, even."

That shut them up for a second. Peter narrowed his eyes. "Wait… seriously?"

"Dead serious," Nova confirmed without hesitation.

Harry chuckled. "Damn. Confidence."

Ned nodded approvingly. "Respect."

Peter smirked. "Alright, then. If you're really doing it tomorrow, we'll be there to witness it."

Nova leaned forward, his smirk turning devious. "Good. Because I expect the exact same from all of you."

Peter choked. "Wait, what?"

Harry blinked. "Hold on—"

Ned's eyes widened. "I already asked—"

"No take-backs," Nova said smoothly. "Tomorrow, we're all asking our dates out in front of each other. Full transparency. No dodging, no delays."

Peter groaned. "I walked into that one, didn't I?"

"Yup," Nova said, grinning.

Harry shook his head with a chuckle. "Fine. But if this backfires on any of us, I'm blaming you."

Nova shrugged. "Deal."

Ned smirked. "This is either gonna be amazing or an absolute disaster."

Nova leaned back, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Either way, it's gonna be fun."

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A little glimpse of Side Story-1 (R-18)

Felicia led the group through the club, weaving effortlessly between the bodies on the dance floor. Nova followed with a smirk, his curiosity piqued. Gwen and MJ exchanged glances before trailing behind, anticipation buzzing between them.

Felicia pushed open a sleek, black door at the back of the club, revealing a dimly lit VIP lounge. Plush leather couches lined the walls, and the music here was just a little softer, the bass still thrumming through the air.

She turned, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she leaned against the arm of one of the couches. "Alright, boss, let's see just how much you can handle."

Nova crossed his arms, his smirk never fading. "You keep saying that, but so far, I'm still standing."

Gwen chuckled, kicking off her heels as she stepped forward. "Give it a minute."

MJ plopped down onto the couch, stretching out like a queen on her throne. "Oh, this is about to be good."

Felicia sauntered over to the small control panel by the bar, flicking a switch. The overhead lights dimmed further, replaced by a soft, neon glow. A slow, sultry beat filled the room, and Felicia turned back and grinned. " Alright, girls and the boy. Let's play a game."

Nova smirked. "You mean another excuse for you three to mess with me?"

MJ grinned. "Exactly."

Gwen folded her arms, leaning slightly into Nova's space. " The Truth and Dare game. No backing out, no complaints, and no boring ones."

Nova raised a brow. "Oh? And what happens if someone refuses?"

Felicia smirked. "They lose an article of clothing."

Nova let out a short laugh. "Now this is my kind of game."

MJ smirked, stretching lazily against the couch. "Alright then, it's settled. We're playing Truth or Dare—no backing out, and you have to be honest." She let her gaze drift over the group, her smirk widening. "Nova starts. He can ask any one of us. After she answers, it'll be her turn to pick between the two remaining girls. And so on."

She leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief. "Any questions?"

Nova chuckled, shaking his head. "None from me. Sounds like fun."

Gwen and Felicia exchanged knowing looks before Gwen shrugged. "Yeah, let's see where this goes."

Felicia tilted her head, a slow smirk playing on her lips. "I'm so ready for this."

Nova rolled his shoulders, his eyes scanning between the three women before settling on Felicia. "Alright, Kitten, since you're so eager, you're up first."

Felicia arched an eyebrow, reclining against the armrest. "Hit me."

Nova's smirk deepened. "Truth or dare?"

Felicia pretended to think, tapping a finger against her lips. "Mmm… truth."

For a moment, Nova looked like he was going to pick something tame, but then his smirk turned downright wicked. He leaned forward slightly, voice dripping with amusement.

"Alright, tell me— what's the most erotic thing you and MJ did?"

Felicia smirked as she let the tension build, her fingers lazily tracing circles on MJ's exposed thigh. Then, with absolutely no hesitation, she dropped the bomb.

"Oh, that's easy," she purred. "The time Gwen and MJ teamed.....".