Marvel: NIHILITY

David stood on the steps of the royal palace, the gleaming expanse of Attilan behind him. Black Bolt and Medusa stood with regal poise, their gratitude evident despite Black Bolt's stoic demeanor.

"You've got a good thing here, BB," David said, hands in his pockets. "But the humans on Earth are getting nosy. Sooner or later, they're going to find out about Attilan. You'd better be ready for that."

Black Bolt nodded, his eyes conveying the weight of David's words. Medusa added, "We'll prepare. Thank you for everything, David. And Emma," she said with a warm smile.

Emma waved nonchalantly. "Just keep him from showing up unannounced next time. I need to prepare myself for the moon gravity."

David smirked. "You love it, admit it."

As their ship departed, David leaned back in his seat, gazing at the Earth growing larger in the viewport. "Home sweet home," he muttered.

Emma nudged him. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing… just wondering how long it'll take before chaos finds me again," he said, half-joking.

Back on Earth, David and Emma sat sprawled on their couch, a bowl of popcorn between them. The TV glowed with the fiery intensity of dragons as the latest episode of House of the Dragon played.

Emma threw a handful of popcorn at the screen. "Go, Rhaenyra! Show those Greens who's boss!"

David groaned, leaning back. "Emma, they're all terrible. The Greens suck, sure, but the Blacks aren't much better. It's just one big soap opera with dragons."

Emma turned to him, eyes wide with mock outrage. "Excuse me? Rhaenyra is fighting for what's hers! She's the rightful heir."

David rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. She's no saint. Half the stuff she does just makes everything worse. And let's not even start on Daemon. That guy is a walking red flag with a sword."

Emma smirked, crossing her arms. "Sounds like someone's jealous of Daemon's style."

David laughed. "Yeah, sure. Because I've always wanted to be a chaotic murder-happy uncle who seduces his niece. Totally aspirational."

Emma gasped dramatically. "Blasphemy! Daemon is a misunderstood antihero!"

"Daemon is a war crime in human form," David retorted. "And don't even get me started on the Greens. Alicent's just as bad, all righteous and manipulative while hiding behind her 'faith.'"

Emma tossed a pillow at him. "You're impossible. Admit it: deep down, you're Team Black."

David waved a dismissive hand. "You're really buying into this whole 'rightful ruler' thing, huh? I mean, the entire war started because of a stupid succession issue. Rhaenyra, Viserys, Aegon—honestly, they all suck. You know who I'm rooting for?"

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

David grinned mischievously. "Team Nobody. Screw both the Blacks and the Greens. Let's just watch the dragons burn each other out of existence. They'll probably all kill each other and we can finally get some peace. That's my dream."

David caught the pillow with a grin. "If I had to pick, I'd side with Drogon from the original show and nuke the whole thing. Wipe the slate clean."

Emma snorted, but her lips twitched into a smile. "Fine, you can be Team Burn-It-All. I'll stay loyal to Rhaenyra."

"Deal," David said, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "But don't come crying to me when your team gets eaten by dragons or stabbed at a wedding."

Emma nudged him playfully. "Don't ruin it with spoilers!"

David chuckled, leaning back. "Hey, you knew what you were getting into when you decided to marry a guy who's seen every show ever made. But fine, no spoilers… for now."

Emma threw a popcorn kernel at him. "You're such a buzzkill. You're supposed to have a side, David! You can't just sit there and tell me you want everyone to die." She leaned forward, pointing at the TV.

"Look at Rhaenyra! She's got ambition; she's got guts. She's the kind of leader who'll take the throne and make things happen."

David grinned at her, unbothered by the popcorn thrown at his head. "Yeah, until her whole family backstabs her in the name of 'family unity.' No thanks. You can keep that drama. I'm more into the idea of not fighting over a damn chair."

Emma crossed her arms, looking him dead in the eye. "You just can't admit you secretly like the drama, can you?"

David smirked, leaning back again. "I mean, sure, it's entertaining. But that's all it is. Like watching a bunch of kids fight over the last piece of cake at a party. Eventually, someone's going to get their feelings hurt, and no one gets cake."

"Ugh, you're impossible," Emma groaned, but there was a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "You don't even care about dragons, do you? You just want to see who messes up first."

David shrugged. "Dragons are cool cgi, sure. But in the end, it's all about who can survive the chaos. And I'm just not convinced Rhaenyra or Aegon will."

Emma gave him a look. "You're worse than my dad when it comes to TV shows. You know that, right?"

David laughed, tossing more popcorn into his mouth. "Guilty as charged. But hey, at least I'm honest."

As the episode ended with another tense cliffhanger, Emma looked over at David. "If we lived in Westeros, which house would you want to be in?"

David thought for a moment. "House Stark. They're chill, love their wolves, and don't backstab everyone they meet. You?"

Emma smirked. "House Targaryen, obviously. Dragons and drama. What more could a girl want?"

David laughed. "Of course you'd pick the house with the most chaos. Classic Emma."

She grinned, tossing another piece of popcorn at him. "And you'd pick the house that gets wiped out every generation. Classic David."

Their banter filled the room, the warmth of their companionship glowing brighter than any dragon fire.

David barely had time to relax when he felt a ripple in the fabric of reality. The sensation prickled at his senses like static electricity.

"Stay here Babe, I'll be right back." he told Emma.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, sure. You go have fun without me."

David teleported to the source of the disturbance, finding himself in the woods near his home. Standing there was a young boy with white hair and piercing blue eyes. The boy looked up at David with a mixture of awe and familiarity.

"You found me fast, Dad," the boy said with a grin.

David blinked. "Uh, sorry, kid. You've got the wrong guy. I don't have any money for child support. now, If you'll excuse me, I need to go buy some milk."

The boy's expression shifted, his eyes welling up with tears. "But… you're my dad. Don't you remember me? I came all this way to see you…"

David felt his defenses crack under the boy's puppy-eyed gaze. "Okay, okay, stop with the waterworks kid. Just… explain yourself."

Instantly, the boy's tears dried up, replaced by a smug grin. "Knew it. You always fell for that. Glad to see it still works."

David smacked his forehead. "Oh, for the love of—what's your name, kid?"

"Franklin Faust," the boy said proudly. "I'm your son… with Susan Storm."

David froze, his mind grinding to a halt. "With who?"

Franklin sighed and motioned for him to sit. "Okay, buckle up, because this is going to sound crazy."

Franklin launched into an explanation that left David reeling.

In the near future, Susan Storm, struggling with emotional turmoil, would come to David for comfort. Though David remained loyal to Emma and refused her telling he had enough on his plate already.

Susan's heartbreak would drive her into a reckless decision: joining Reed and the Fantastic Four on a dangerous expedition to the Negative Zone in order to gain strength so she can stand beside him.

There, Susan and the team would encounter Annihilus and become corrupted by negative energy. Ben and Johnny would Die with Reed becoming Evil, and Susan would be barely alive from the decay. There was also the invasion by Beyonder through Molecule man which would even injure David. Susan was corrupted by the beyonder realm energy and Annihilus's negative energy.

David eventually saved her, but not before the corruption destroyed much of her body and internal organs . They shared a brief, bittersweet time together as she confessed her love again.

Even Emma encouraged David to spend more time with her as she didn't have long. In that short time during which Franklin was born. Shortly after his birth, Susan passed away, leaving David devastated.

"You took care of me, Dad," Franklin said softly, "but I know you blamed yourself for what happened. You tried to cure her but you were not at your best then due to the Outer demons invading after billions of years, Along with Beyonder, you were injured in the battle.

You tried to bring her back, but Death—being the cosmic jerk she is—refused. It caused another huge battle that shook the cosmos. I'm here to stop all that."

David stared at him, struggling to process. "So, let me get this straight. You're my son… from a tragic future… and you just want me to stop your mom from going to the Negative Zone? And maybe accept her confession and knock her up?"

"Exactly," Franklin grinned, his smile oddly rembling David's.

"And you'd rather not exist than let all that happen?"

Franklin nodded, his expression serious. " It's not like I'm complaining, but mom deserved better. If you guy can just get together before she flip out, that would solve a lot of issues."

David exhaled deeply. "Kid, you're giving me a headache."

David teleported Franklin back to the house, where Emma was waiting, arms crossed.

"You were gone long enough," she said, eyeing Franklin. "Who's the kid? Don't tell me you already cheated on me or something."

Before David could respond, Franklin stepped forward, bowing dramatically. "Hello, future Mom. I'm Franklin Faust, one of your husband's sons from his multiversal super harem! Although you kinda took care of me after my mom passed away."

The room fell silent.

Emma's eyes widened before narrowing dangerously. "What? Multiversal harem! And you have multiple kids."

David raised his hands defensively. "Wait, Emma, I can explain—"

Emma grabbed a vase and hurled it at him. "You're engaged to me, and you went out to have a son with someone else? Do I look that unbreedable to you!"

"It's not like that! I'll gladly knock you up honey." David shouted, ducking as a second vase flew by.

Franklin, meanwhile, watched the chaos with an amused grin. "Wow, Dad, you're really bad at this."

"Not helping!" David snapped.

Emma's voice hit a pitch that could shatter glass. "I wanted to have your first child, David! Me!"

Franklin remarked from the side, "Well, if it helps, you will indeed be first.....along with auntie Jean."

David finally managed to pin her wrists gently. "Emma, listen! He's from a future that doesn't exist yet. I didn't… I mean, I haven't done anything!"

Emma huffed, her fury subsiding slightly. "You'd better not. And you'd better fix this, or so help me, I'll find a way to break every one of your ribs."

Franklin clapped slowly. "This is better than I imagined. You two were adorable in the past, before the shitshow happened."

David shot him a glare. "Kid, you're grounded."

Franklin shrugged. "Fair. But first, we've got to save my mom." He turns to look at Emma, " Not that I'm complaining, but you were super strict when raising me, Other mom, you just wanted to dump managing the company on me while you and the other moms wanted to relax on Dad's private universe."

David chuckled nervously, " Kid, just stop talking."

Emma's glare shifted to David. "You owe me dinner. And an explanation. A long one."

David sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, yeah. Story of my life."

Emma immediate replied sharply, " Don't say that after knocking up someone else first other than your fiancee! We're gonna get married and go on our honeymoon within next month!"

David surrendered, " Yes dear. You're the one who wanted the wedding of the century though."

She glared, " That was before knowing you are impregnating women left and right in the future!"

The three of them sat down, the air heavy with tension, but one thing was clear: chaos had officially moved in.