Rob's Master Plan

If MJ was going to be one of his hands or jewels or whatever - spear? Pillar? Wife? Queen? Mistress? He would have to settle the terminology later - if she was going to be in a special position of power and authority, just like Wanda and Zatanna, then she deserved to know the truth about everything, just like Wanda and Zatanna.

In the safety and privacy of his study, he came totally clean. About everything. The lamp and the genie, his wishes, and the fact that MJ, Wanda, Zatanna, and every single one of his slaves were fictional women brought to life by his lust and perversion. That the memories she had of their childhood together were fake. An instrument of the wish to push them together and to play up her role as the ultimate girl next door.

He thought she took it rather well, though she was clearly overwhelmed by the existential enormity of it all, which was understandable. Wanda and Zatanna were superheroes that were used to the extraordinary and bizarre. Mary Jane Watson was a normal woman who lived adjacent to such things at best. Wanda and Zatanna were reality warpers who were familiar with such concepts. Mary Jane Watson was none of those things.

However, comments that Wanda made way back when did give Rob a flash of inspiration. She had made airs about how poorly her fictional self was treated and how nice it was to be loved and cared for by someone like him. And, oh boy, had Mary Jane Watson been given the shaft in the comics for the past twenty-years. It had been a long time since Rob ranted about One More Day, and while he knew he didn’t need to make the hard sell - MJ was destined to be his - he did like the idea that he was rescuing these women from their callous creators and writers. Giving them paradise and pleasure. Remaking him as some sort of crusading white knight instead of just a monstrous perv and slaver.

So, MJ listened to him rant and rave about OMD and Joe Quesada and Paul (fucking Paul!) and how stupid Marvel was for not wanting their most iconic and marketable character to be married to a smoking hot redhead because “marriage made the character feel older”. She listened with mute appeal, and there was no doubt Wanda and Zatanna were pouring oil over troubled waters with their magic, taking in every word he said, from the important facts to his foaming-at-the-mouth rants, before responding.

“I mean, it’s so big and massive I don’t think I can process it all.” MJ began, calmly, sitting down in one of Rob’s leather chairs. “But, if what you said is true, it doesn’t matter what I think. I have **** in the matter. I am literally meant to be yours.” Rob was touched when a small smile came to her lips. “But I do have one concern. The three of us, we’re the only ones who know the truth, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, why me?” MJ asked, suddenly pleading for Rob for an answer. “Why me of all people? Compared to Zatanna and Wanda, I’m nothing. You have ninety other women out there and one of them has to be on their level. And dozens of them are probably above my level in terms of power. So… why? I don’t have any powers. I can’t say ‘No More Mutants’ and create an alternate reality. Or say a phrase backwards and conjure something into existence. I’m just me. Plain old MJ.”

“And that’s more than enough.” Rob simply stated in response. “You’re special to me, MJ, always have been. Just like Zatanna here. I did seek her out for her powers, but also because I’ve been infatuated by her for years. Wanda, well, she was a happy accident, but I love her all the same.” Rob could have continued. Go on and on and wax philosophical over what MJ really meant to him.

“As for the power thing, well, let’s see what Master can do to fix that.”

But he also knew actions spoke louder than words and would cut through MJ’s insecurities quicker than any honeyed words he might provide. Plus, with all his pieces gathered, his victory at hand, Rob didn’t have patients for any of that. It was time to get down to business.

Walking over to his desk and opening a drawer, Rob retrieved two marbles, each containing a flurry of lightning bolts that danced within. One was scarlet red, the other royal purple.

“These little trinkets.” He held them up for MJ, one in each hand. “Contain a portion of the power of these two women here. Red for Wanda, purple for Zatanna.” He then gingerly passed the spheres to the two, giving the red to Zatanna and the purple to Wanda. “The day Wanda joined the harem, she and Zatanna gave these to me, saying they could give them a one-time power boost to do something normally impossible even for them. That was the same night we met at the party, MJ. And I don’t think it was a coincidence that those events happened on the same night. That was fate, that was the power of the wish, guiding my hand and giving me everything I want.”

Rob then went back to his shelf, his massive collection of comics, books, and movies, pulling out a few more items. His trade paperback containing the original Infinity Gauntlet storyline, and blu-rays of both Avengers Infinity War and Avengers Endgame.

“I was tempted at first to use it for short-term gain, but soon decided on a long-term plan.” Rob continued to explain, like a supervillain narrating his fiendish plot moments before success. Only this time, no hero would come to foil him. “I was going to claim you for myself, MJ, empower Wanda and Zatanna, and then have them in turn permanently empower you.”

Picking up the paperback, Rob held the iconic cover for all to see. Of Thanos, wielding the titular Gauntlet, with all six Infinity Stones (or Gems, if you prefer), the sheen of the gems creating rays of light that revealed the many other characters of the saga in their cross-sections.

“Wanda and Zatanna are going to bring the Infinity Stones into being and bind them to you MJ, making you omnipotent. Making you, plain old MJ, the most powerful being in all of existence.”

Rob had been formulating this for a long time coming and also made sure not to tell anyone this. And, judging by the expression on both Wanda and Zatanna, his two closest confidants, they had not expected this at all.

For MJ’s part, she was beyond stunned, and Rob could not blame her. She began the day as a normal, ordinary person, and was then thrown into his debauched world of sex and slavery, fully offering herself to him, before learning she was his fictional fantasy brought to life. Oh, and yeah, now she was going to be an all-powerful goddess on Earth with the ability to do anything with nary a thought.

He let the aftershocks of his bombshell settle before addressing Wanda and Zatanna. “This is something you can do, right? I’m not overstepping my bounds with a crazy moon shot, am I?”

They were slow to respond, the two exchanging cautious looks as they mulled over everything they had heard.

“Theoretically speaking,” Zatanna began for the two, speaking slowly, as if she herself were still trying to parse a satisfying answer, “with our powers, anything is possible. I mean, across all continuities, there have been very arbitrary limits on what we can and cannot do. Plus, I did say we could probably do one task each.”

“Plus, when I use my magic to assist you, darling, I draw upon the djinn magic infused within you.” Wanda added. “If your wish was to bring fictional characters to life, it is not much of a stretch to draw fictional items into this reality, no?”

Rob nodded enthusiastically, taking those answers as yeses, before turning back to MJ. His newest **** remained stricken, blanched, and stunned, wide-eyed and staring at his plan. “MJ? Can you hear me? Are you okay with all of this?”

“Rob, I literally cannot wrap my head around any of this.” MJ answered, almost laughing as she spoke, as if her mind was finally grasping the absurdity of it all. “This is way out of my depth, so…” she threw up her hands and shrugged. “But, regardless of that, I am your **** and I literally must obey all of your commands.” She rose from her chair, crossed the room to Rob, and kissed him softly. “Your wishes are my command, Master, and if you literally want to fuse me with the essence of existence itself, who am I to stop you?”

“You… are about to become the most powerful woman who ever lived.” Rob said, holding onto her hips and pressing his forehead against hers, basking in her loving smile. “The most powerful woman, but still my ****.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And so begin the spell that would change the world. For such an event, there was very little ceremony to it, as was Rob’s style. The Infinity Gauntlet paperback was set on a high table, with Zatanna and Wanda flanking it to either side, holding their marbles aloft. Where those two stood east and west, MJ stood due south of the table and book, the waiting recipient of the end result. Rob himself stood off in the far corner, watching and waiting and hoping.

Drawing breath and drawing power, simultaneously Zatanna and Wanda clapped their hands around the spheres, shattering them, and unleashing the power held within. Immediately, the sharp scent of ozone suffused the room, so strong it brought tears to Rob’s eyes, as a gale **** wind exploded from the centre, causing him to stumble briefly while also sending papers and books and miscellaneous items into the air. Auras of light infused Wanda and Zatanna, purple and red, so bright that they were painful to look at.

It was at this moment that Rob realized what Wanda meant when she described their powers as incompatible. Wanda wielded chaos magic, while Zatanna’s logomancy was dictated by form and order. Their power sources were literal diametric opposites that could not coexist. But now, Rob had an order-empowered chaos witch and a chaos-enhanced order mage working in tandem, wielding the opposite forces as one. And in that contradiction, in that paradox, in the friction of two antagonistic forces coming together, Wanda and Zatanna’s voices boomed at an ungodly volume in an inhuman tone and reality rent asunder.

The paperback was torn to shreds, a miracle it survived with the eye of the maelstrom. But, from it’s remains, six motes of light began to rise into the air. From those motes, they became specks, then dots, growing and growing until they were each the size of a chicken egg. Each was a different colour - red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple; a rainbow of power - and each was glowing fiercer and more powerful than the aura of the two magic-users combined. The Stones, radiating like miniature suns, gained shape and light and power, before they settled into a slow orbit around an invisible access.

Rob had been around Wanda and Zatanna enough to know that power - raw power - had a feel to it, a pressure. Not quite heat, but similar. An overwhelming and awe-inspiring existential **** that could not be registered by the five mundane senses, but still resonated with a higher, sixth sense. The six Stones, Rob could feel them from all the way across the room. If Wanda or Zatanna’s power was like standing before a bonfire, then any one of the Stones was like walking into the corona of the sun. He had no idea how MJ was standing, being so close to them.

Then, without warning, the first of the Stones zipped through the air, closing the short distance between itself and MJ. The Power Stone slammed into MJ’s chest, embedding itself in her or phasing through or something. It didn’t come out the other side, that was for certain, but MJ was thrown off her feet, going from vertical to horizontal, floating in the air before the might and majesty of the remaining Stone.

Power was the first, then came Reality, then Mind, then Soul, finishing with Space and Time. Each Stone flew to MJ like mini comets, becoming part of her, the interval growing shorter and shorter between each one. The unimaginable pressure coming from the stones was now originating from MJ, limbs limply hanging in the air, hair splayed out in all directions.

She gave a wordless scream and suddenly went supernova.

An explosion. MJ’s newfound power erupted in all directions, consuming everything. The impossibly bright light consumed Wanda and Zatanna first. Rob hardly had time to think before white consumed his vision.

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If you do not read the comics, I do not think I can properly explain how badly Mary Jane has been given the shaft these past 20 years or so. One More Day - the story where Peter literally sells their marriage to the devil - is almost 20 years old and it's effects have still not been reversed. In American comic books! Where they shake up the status quo only to revert to it in a week every other month! And they have kept this up for TWENTY YEARS! I legitimately think the bigwigs and the editorial staff hate her, hate having her be in a relationship with Peter, but have no idea what to do with her otherwise. And the only reason they don't kill her off is because she is such an iconic character and so beloved the fan revolt would be ****. But they simply refuse to let her be the heart of the Spider books, ie the role she is perfect for. And this extends to non-comic projects as well, because MJ doesn't appear in the MCU Spider-Man films or the new Disney Plus Spider-Man animated show. It is just baffling how poorly such an iconic and long-running character is treated. It would be like if DC decided to cosmically retcon that Dick Grayson was never the first Robin, never a Robin, was never Batman's partner because they think an ex-sidekick of Batman being a solo, adult hero makes the character seem old. Insane.

Rant aside, this was always the long-running plan, to bring the Infinity Stones into reality and empower Rob's inner circle. However, it was not always MJ. Originally, my idea was that Rob had once written a story starring a being that was the physical embodiment of the Gauntlet and Stones. And Infinit, even as an OC, was still a beloved fictional character that Rob's wish brought to life. But, I changed tack sometime ago and am happy with the result, of elevating a mundane character to the heights of godhood and giving Rob another mistreated character who he can treat properly.

Also, like most things, the comic versions of the Infinity Stones are way way WAY more powerful than their film counterparts. Basically no limits. Thanos only loses in the original storyline due to his hubris and the fact that nothing he does can impress Lady ****. Yes - Thanos' original motivation for doing all the heinous things he did was to impress his crush, the living personification of **** itself. Comic books!