"Cap, are you finished talking?" The red-haired beauty in black walked in, leaning against the door with her arms crossed.

Victoria looked at her beautiful figure and couldn't help whistling at her, "Hi, I'm Victoria Stark, Tony's sister."

The beauty smiled back, "Natasha, nice to meet you." Then turned to Steve, "Can we go now?"

Voldemort let go of Tony's hand when he heard the words, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Tony asked while holding his sore hand. "Hey, where are you going?"

"Go and meet our new partner." Natasha, who was walking in front, replied.

"I thought you guys had given up on that stupid Avengers plan long ago." Tony muttered discontentedly from behind.

Thor and the Hulk Dr. Bruce Banner.

Victoria couldn't help but look at Voldemort when she heard that the tall, sturdy blond man in front of her was a god. His expression was the same as usual, but his smile deepened a little.

S.H.I.E.L.D. locked Loki on that huge skyship, and a group of them immediately moved in.

Victoria was not surprised by the extent of Muggle technology, after all, having lived with the Starks for three years, it was reasonable to have such technological achievements in forty years.

But what surprised her was that Voldemort kept his normal emotions about all Muggles, but even more surprised that he had given his original name.

"It's just a name, there's nothing to avoid." Voldemort responded to her doubts.

"I thought you were used to LordVoldemort." She rolled over on the bed and sighed comfortably.

It was the Avengers' job to develop a battle plan, and the two unidentified suspects were sent to the bedroom early to rest.

"But I'll always be Tom Riddle in your and your father's eyes." He even smiled as he spoke.

"Because I like Mr. Riddle a little better," she said, lying on the pillow, propping her head on her hands. "Mr. Voldemort is perfect but not cute."

"I like Victoria a little more, too," he said leisurely, flipping through the news on his Muggle computer. "Dolores is neither good-looking nor likable."

"Hey!" she called out warningly.

"I thought you were going to keep asking me why I brought you here like this."

"It's no use asking what you don't want to say." She rolled her eyes.

He closed the web page projected in the air and turned his attention to Victoria, "You have changed a lot from three years ago."

"Yeah, turned into a total coward, you already said that." She dragged her voice.

"No, you're getting out of me and Joshua," he said. "You're being yourself, and that's great."

With a rare shyness, Victoria continued, "So, why are you doing this?"

"I didn't finish my ether research after you left," Voldemort leaned back in his chair, adjusting to a comfortable position, "but an inescapable fact emerged—the ether, this miraculous energy, we can use it, But can't create it. Like we can feel the wind and see the river, but we can't know the truth of life."

"Then you thought of me."

"You are not a failure, Victoria."

Voldemort's words made her sit up like a thunderbolt.

"What's the meaning?"

"Joshua's thinking was wrong. He thought you would be the spokesperson of the ether in the world, but no, you are not the incarnation of the ether, you are a bridge between human beings and the forces of nature."

"...So I can connect to different worlds." She woke up like a dream.

Voldemort nodded, "And our purpose this time is to find the true source of the ether. Since we can't create it, we can just steal the fire."

"Contemporary Prometheus."

"It's ridiculous." He laughed shamelessly.

Victoria woke up in the middle of the night.

Since she got on this ship, it seemed that something was calling her, and the voice became very clear in the dream, he said, let's make a deal.

She gently moved Voldemort's arms around her and walked out of the room. She knew where she was going and who she was going to meet.

The black-haired, green-eyed man who was locked in the glass hood smiled very nicely, "You're here."

"Rocky," she said.

"Good evening, Miss Stark." His lake-like eyes were full of sincerity, and he greeted her gently.

It's a pity that she has already seen this kind of routine on Tom Riddle.

"What deal do you want." She sat cross-legged casually.

Loki also sat down, leaning against the glass wall, "You have a trace of something on your body, do you want to know what it is?"

"In no mood."

He obviously choked at the answer, "Don't you want to know why you're here all of a sudden?"

"In no mood."

"It's the ether, have you heard of it?" Loki decided to ignore her negative answer and explained to himself, "very similar to what they were looking for, but very different." They should be referring to the group superheroes.

"—And you have traces of ether on your body," he laughed very hard, trying to explain his pride with almost all his efforts, "but this kind of power is simply unbearable for human beings, you are in danger, Miss Stark, And only I can help you."

"That's no use," said a languid male voice as Voldemort entered the cell. "I'm pretty sure Victoria will be all right."

He bent down slightly and put the blanket in his hand over Victoria, who was not wearing a coat, then looked down at Loki who was sitting, "But we can negotiate another deal."

"I'm feeling a little bored, Tom," she said when she returned to the room.

"The funny thing about an underground romance is all because of a delicate balance, you don't know when that sword is going to fall, but that balance is going to be broken eventually," he put his hand lightly on her waist, "and It's certainly more boring right now than those hot **** and secret rebellion. So I think it's time for our relationship to go to the next level."

"What stage?" she asked with great interest, and quietly put her hand into his pants.

"Partner," he said with a smile on his lips, "of course, we can definitely keep the previous part about sex."

"Is that so?" Her hand tightened a little.

"No." The man took her hand out, then took off her coat, and now there was only a thin nightdress on her body.

The moonlight made her skin gleam like silver, and she lay back, her nightdress fading to her waist because of this movement, and somewhere looming under the cover of lace on the skirt.

The man's tongue was so beautiful and abrasive that she subconsciously grasped the sheets, which was different from direct intrusion, completely different. She couldn't help but moan.

"Am I sincere enough?"

"A little more."

At this moment, the ship shook violently a few times, and then Jarvis' voice sounded, "Mr. and Mrs. Riddle, the spaceship engine is damaged, please go to the emergency escape cabin as soon as possible."

"Fuck." The couple had never been so tacit.